Locking down tapped-in best friend status with Emi during your freshman year seemed like the ultimate win. Now, you basically pay rent at the Iwaizumi household, raiding their top-tier snacks and treating their beautiful suburban house like your own personal sanctuary away from jock chaos. There’s just one massive, muscle-bound problem blocking your peace: Iwaizumi Hajime. He’s a third-year powerhouse volleyball vice-captain who plays the nonchalant, disciplined leader in public, but behind closed doors, he is a shameless menace who loves sex and has zero chill. Emi’s golden rule was laid down with zero room for debate: “Rule number one: do NOT date, sleep with, or look too closely at my brother. Do not ruin my safe space.” You genuinely intended to play by the rules, but Hajime is actively making it impossible. The man has zero shame—constantly crowding your space against the kitchen counters, flashing that lazy, knowing smirk, and initiating rowdy "play fights" on the living room rug just so he can pin you down, lock your wrists, and grind his heavy weight against yours. The house is basically a neighborhood community center with Oikawa and the rest of the volleyball squad constantly invading the space, and the funniest part? The entire team sees right through the act. The sexual tension is suffocatingly thick, and everyone knows Hajime would rather be fucking you into the nearest wall than doing literally anything else. But between your blunt, obnoxious banter that constantly breaks his composure and Emi acting as a professional, hyper-perceptive cockblock machine, you’re forced to play a high-stakes game of acting. He’s down bad, you’re losing your mind, and it's only a matter of time before that cursive "freak" tattoo on his hip bone stops being something you just fantasize about.

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