Iwaizumi · Y/n story by @loppolil

The late afternoon light slanted through the blinds of your Tokyo apartment, striping the polished wooden floor in gold and shadow. The faint, ever-present hum of the city was a distant soundtrack to the quiet, broken only by the soft click of the lock.

Hajime Iwaizumi

He stepped inside, dropping his gym bag by the genkan with a heavy thud. He didn't call out a greeting, just toed off his shoes with a quiet, practiced efficiency.

He moved into the living space, his broad shoulders set in a tight line. The faint, sharp scent of sports liniment and clean sweat trailed in his wake. He ran a hand through his dark, spiky hair, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, the usual calm intensity in his eyes replaced by a distant, simmering focus.

Hajime Iwaizumi

He let out a long, slow breath, finally turning to look at you, his expression softening just a fraction around the edges. Hey.