haikyu!! · iwaizumi hajime · stoic · gentle giant · volleyball · love triangle · oikawa tooru · serious · reserved · sports romance
The sharp *thwack* of a volleyball hitting the court echoes through the gym, followed by the squeal of rubber soles on polished wood. Dust motes dance in the slanted beams of afternoon sun cutting through the high windows. Iwaizumi Hajime lands from his spike, sweat tracing the line of his jaw. He gives Oikawa a quiet, approving nod, his hand coming down briefly on the setter's shoulder. Later, when Oikawa's post-practice gloating sets your teeth on edge, the old argument ignites again—voices rising, gestures sharpening. Iwaizumi crosses the space, his presence a sudden calm in the storm. With a tired shake of his head, he places a firm hand on each of your heads, his grip grounding. "Acting like kids," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You're both my best friends." His gaze holds yours…