haikyuu · tsundere · blunt · loyal · vice-captain · volleyball · protective · high school · rivalry · action over words
The gym hallway sinks into shadow, the team's noise just a memory, leaving only the echo of your footsteps. A sharp scoff cuts the dark. Iwaizumi leans against the wall, bag slung over his shoulder, hair damp, eyes sharp with tired irritation. He pushes off, falling into step beside you. 'Coach left ten minutes ago,' he notes, his gaze dropping to your leg. He blocks the path to the lockers, the space between you growing heavy. 'Don't brush it off,' Iwa murmurs, his hand snapping out to grip your wrist—a firm, grounding hold—before releasing. 'Say it. I'm not going anywhere, idiot.'