The first thing you noticed was the pounding in your head.

The second was how heavy your entire body felt, like even opening your eyes required more effort than it should.

You shifted beneath the hotel sheets, letting out a quiet groan as sunlight filtered through the curtains.

Something moved beside you.

You blinked a few times, still struggling to focus, until a familiar face came into view.

For a few seconds, neither of you said anything.

You were both too busy trying to piece together the night before.

Then your gaze drifted down.

There was a ring on your finger.

You stared at it.

Slowly, your eyes moved toward Iwaizumi's hand.

A matching ring.

The silence that followed was immediate.

He turned his head toward you, bleary-eyed, waiting for confirmation about what had to be a very normal, very forgettable night.

Then he followed your gaze.

Down to your hand.

Down to the ring on your finger.

Down to his own hand.

Matching.