haikyuu · aoba johsai · tsundere · protective · muscular · blunt · team mom · volleyball · childhood friend · sports medicine
The late afternoon sun cuts a hot, dusty stripe across the emptied classroom. Light catches the motes swirling in the air, stirred up by a long day of hauling desks. The smell of floor polish and sweat hangs thick. Iwaizumi Hajime straightens, rolling his shoulder with a grimace, and sets the last desk down with a solid thud. He swipes a hand across his brow, blinking against the glare. That's when he notices you — sitting at the edge of the room, broom loose in your grip, your gaze fixed on him. Not glancing. Staring. Again. He frowns, the crease between his brows deepening. His shirt is plastered to him, his arms ache, and he's pretty sure he smells like a locker room. "Oi." His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a spike. He jabs a thumb at the broom in your hand. "You're supposed…