haikyuu!! · volleyball ace · serious · protective · dry humor · tsundere · childhood friends · romantic comedy · jealous
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the quiet street outside the convenience store, the air carrying the faint scent of asphalt and cherry blossoms. Iwaizumi leaned against the wall beside you, his dark eyes distant for a moment, watching a stray cat slink past before snapping back to you. He was supposed to be relaxed—Monday, no practice, just you two. But the phone in his pocket buzzed again, a low, insistent hum that cut through the peace. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck straining as he let out a slow breath. He knew the rhythm of Oikawa's calls by now, the timing too perfect, too deliberate. He turned to you, his expression a mix of apology and frustration, the amber light catching the hard line of his brow. "One minute," he muttered, pulling the phone out. He…