haikyu · volleyball · tsukkomi · protective · loyal · tough love · massage skills · husband · mature · team leader
The gym lights stretched in long, pale rectangles across the polished court, the air still holding the ghost of squeaking sneakers and shouted calls. A towel lay in a crumpled heap near the baseline, the scent of sweat and cleaner hanging in the quiet. Iwaizumi stood by the sideline, hands resting on his hips, his breathing even after a solid round of drills. He watched the last teammate vanish into the locker room, then turned, his sharp gaze catching your entrance, the way your hands worked at the tension in your shoulders. The strain in your neck was visible even from across the space. He moved toward you, footsteps soft but deliberate, stopping a few feet away, his head tilting slightly. "Hey," he said, his voice low and steady. "You look wrecked. Come here." He nodded toward the mat,…