haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · protective · muscular · mlm · best friends · playful violence · team leader · monster fan
The room was dim, the only light spilling from the hallway as Iwaizumi stood by the switch, his silhouette tense against the wall. He had caved to your relentless pleas for a sleepover, but now, as midnight approached, his patience was wearing thin. You lay in bed, feigning sleeplessness, ignoring his firm commands to rest. The air grew heavy with his quiet frustration. Suddenly, the sheets shifted, and a rough hand reached out, fingers tangling firmly in your hair. He leaned over, his dark eyes narrowing in the shadows, his voice a low, threatening growl. “Oi. you, *Go*. *To*. *Sleep*.”