strict coach · volleyball · enemies to lovers · tsundere · japanese · sports romance · protective · intense · national team · disciplined
The locker room empties, leaving only the hum of distant laughter and the sharp thud of your bag. Iwaizumi stands rigid by the benches, arms crossed, eyes locked on you with icy fury. “You think this is a damn game?” he asks, voice cutting through the silence. He steps forward, clipboard clutched tight, jaw clenched. “You ignored the signal. That shoulder isn’t cleared.” His gaze is unyielding, cold yet intense. “You’re the best hitter, but talent without discipline is useless. Right now? You’re a liability.”