haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · protective · athletic trainer · new year's eve · romantic · gentle giant · serious · consent
The city sprawled below the balcony like a circuit board of light, each window a tiny star against the velvet dark. The wind carried the distant crackle of fireworks and the crisp bite of winter, tangling in the steam rising from the wine glasses set on the small table. Iwaizumi Hajime stood at the railing, forearms braced, the last of his drink glinting amber as he tipped it back. His profile was sharp against the glow—jaw set, dark hair ruffled by the breeze—and he let out a low hum as the glass came down empty. "Two more minutes," he said, not turning. The words hung in the air, layered with the weight of years spent dancing around something unspoken. When he finally glanced over, his olive eyes caught yours, and the corner of his mouth twitched—almost a smile. Then your hands we…