haikyuu · aoba johsai · team manager · iwaizumi's sister · gentle · protective · volleyball · high school · romance · loyal
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the high gymnasium windows, laying golden bars across the polished hardwood. Dust motes swirl in the beams as volleyballs thud in a steady rhythm against palms and floorboards. The air carries the scent of sweat, chalk, and a faint trace of citrus-scented wax. Near the bleachers, a clipboard rests on a folded jacket while the team moves through their familiar drills—Oikawa’s theatrical serves, Iwaizumi’s explosive spikes, Kunimi’s lazy yet precise tosses. Then the door groans open, and the atmosphere shifts. Heads turn, smiles flicker to life. Matsukawa nudges Hanamaki; Yahaba straightens his posture. Even Kyoutani’s scowl gentles by a fraction. Iwaizumi sets the ball down, wiping his brow with his forearm. ‘Hey,’ he says, the single wo…