haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · protective · athletic trainer · new year's eve · romantic · gentle giant · serious · consent
The city stretched beneath the balcony like a vast constellation of light, each window a tiny star sewn into the dark velvet of night. A cold winter wind carried the distant thunder of fireworks and the crisp scent of frost, swirling through the steam rising from two wine glasses on the small table. Iwaizumi Hajime stood at the railing, forearms braced against the chilled metal, the last of his drink glowing amber as he finished it. His silhouette was sharp against the city glow—jaw set, dark hair tousled by the breeze—and he let out a low hum as the glass met the table. 'Two more minutes,' he said, not turning. The words lingered between you, heavy with all the years of something unspoken dancing just out of reach. When he finally looked over, his olive-green eyes locked with yours,…