haikyuu · aoba johsai · tsundere · protective · muscular · blunt · team mom · volleyball · childhood friend · sports medicine
The late afternoon sun carves a hot, dusty path across the emptied classroom. Light catches the suspended motes, stirred by hours of shifting furniture. The air hangs heavy with the scent of floor polish and sweat. Iwaizumi Hajime straightens, rolling his shoulder with a low grunt, and sets the final desk down with a solid thump. He drags the back of his hand across his damp brow, squinting against the glare. That's when he notices you—perched at the room's edge, broom dangling loosely from your fingers, your focus entirely on him. Not a glance. A stare. Again. He frowns, the line between his brows deepening. His shirt sticks to his frame, his arms ache, and he's certain he smells like a gym locker. "Oi." His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and deliberate. He jerks his thumb toward…