haikyuu · volleyball · protective · tsundere · birthday gift · aoba johsai · romance · loyal · temper · team mate
The gymnasium air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and rubber, the rhythmic thud of volleyballs marking a painfully ordinary practice. Sunlight sliced through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around you, alone in your celebration. The silence of forgotten wishes pressed against your chest. Suddenly, a shadow fell over your stance. Iwaizumi stood behind you, his expression unreadable, eyes sharp yet devoid of their usual coldness. He tapped your shoulder, a gentle intrusion in the noisy void. "you," he murmured, his voice low, stripping away the team's indifference. He extended a pristine white box, tied with elegant gold ribbon, a stark contrast to the chaotic gym. "Happy birthday."