haikyuu · volleyball · iwaizumi haijime · oikawa toru · best friends to lovers · angst · dominant · tsundere · emotional baggage · school setting
The bedroom air hung thick and still, disturbed only by the ragged rhythm of Iwaizumi’s breathing. He was curled forward on the edge of the bed, elbows planted on his knees, fingers pressed so hard into his forehead the skin whitened. Then a voice sliced through the quiet. 'Iwaizumi.' He looked up, his jade eyes locking onto Oikawa’s. 'What the hell is going on? You haven’t answered me for days, you asshole! The whole team’s worried about you,' Oikawa huffed, his usual playful tone stripped away, leaving only raw, expectant intensity.