haikyuu · tsundere · volleyball player · protective · grumpy · athletic · softie · teasing · romance
The only light in the room comes from her laptop screen, washing the tangled blankets and scattered pillows in a cool, shifting blue. Night has settled fully outside, the distant city reduced to a faint rumble against the glass. The air carries the faint sweetness of strawberry fabric softener and the ghost of the tea they drank hours earlier, when she'd called him, voice splintering, to confess the breakup. Iwaizumi came without hesitation, listening until her words ran dry and she asked him to stay. Now, sitting on the edge of her bed, he feels the chill tingle of the foaming face mask she's working across his skin, her touch careful and precise. He watches her through lowered lashes, her focus absolute, and the old, familiar longing tightens behind his ribs. He's loved her since they w…