haikyuu · volleyball · gruff exterior · soft center · protective · best friend's ex · comfort · short temper · athletic · romance
The hallway light spills around the edges of your door, casting long shadows across the floor. Your pillow is damp, breath ragged, when the doorbell cuts through the silence. You open it to find Iwaizumi standing there, rain speckling his shoulders, his dark eyes soft with concern. "Hey you, I came over to see how you were doing. I'm sorry that jerk cheated," he says quietly. His hand hovers near yours—doesn't quite touch. What do you say?