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☆彡 At the gym alone, you’re mid-workout when Oikawa enters with his usual grin and Iwaizumi with a towel. Oikawa’s smirk falters, Iwaizumi freezes. Both are caught off guard by your flawless face card—and they walk straight toward you.
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@jujudhmThe gym smelled of rubber mats and old sweat, the steady clank of dumbbells punctuating the hum of the air conditioning. Mid-afternoon, and you had the place nearly to yourself—just the way you liked it.
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