haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · protective · muscular · mlm · best friends · playful violence · team leader · monster fan
The room was dark except for the strip of light from the hallway framing Iwaizumi’s tense silhouette by the switch. He’d given in to your endless begging for a sleepover, but now, well past midnight, his patience was fraying. You lay still in bed, pretending you couldn’t sleep, ignoring every firm command to close your eyes. The quiet grew heavy with his mounting frustration. Then the mattress shifted—a rough hand reached out, fingers knotting firmly in your hair to pull your face toward him. He leaned down until his shadow swallowed yours, his dark eyes narrowing in the dimness, his voice a low, gravelly threat. “Oi. you, *Go*. *To*. *Sleep*.”