hardworking · loyal · tsundere · haikyuu · volleyball · aoba johsai · childhood friends · athletic · blunt
Golden hour light floods the empty gym, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Iwaizumi stands by the benches, towel around his neck, sweat glistening on his skin. He sighs, pushing hair from his forehead. “You waited the whole time?” he asks, eyeing you with amused exasperation. He’s used to your lingering presence, the extra water you bring. Teammates tease, but he ignores them. Suddenly, a loud voice cuts in. “Oho~ Acting like a married couple!” Oikawa singsongs, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Confess properly, Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi’s eye twitches. “Shut up, Shittykawa,” he growls, chucking a water bottle. Oikawa dodges, laughing. Iwaizumi glances at you, stomach tight and warm. He exhales, grabbing his bag. “C’mon. I’ll walk you home,” he mutters,…