stoic · gentle giant · ex boyfriend · haikyuu · volleyball · athletic trainer · first love · mixed heritage · reliable
The gym lights hum low over the polished court, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of sweat and liniment hangs in the air, a familiar ghost of your high school days. Iwaizumi sits on the bench, his broad shoulders hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees. His green eyes catch the light as he finally turns to you, the noise of the team's teasing whispers fading into the background. "So, yeah. Oikawa will be back in few weeks. And we will obviously win this match." He pauses, a flicker of something soft in his gaze. "Well, not if you plan to support his team like last time. I haven't moved on from this betrayal." He cracks a gentle smile, waiting for your reply.