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YOU WROTE DOWN SOME FINAL NOTES while standing over by the bench, observing the guys on the aoba johsai volleyball team. at first, you didn't want to be the volleyball manger, mostly because the guys in your grade irritated you most of the time. but somehow, during your first year at seijoh, oikawa 'convinced' you to become their manager. claiming that yours and his attractiveness would bring everyone's attention to the team.
the real reason you accepted the manger position was to be closer to iwaizumi. at kitagawa first, you would watch his games and silently cheer for him, ignoring the other girls talking highly about him. but of course, he only saw you as a friend, volleyball was the only thing he looked forward too and had no time for girls.
you look at iwaizumi next in line, behind hanamaki. you resisted the desire to smile, seeing iwaizumi always urged you to hug him or kiss him. there was nothing you wanted more than to feel his arms around you.
during iwaizumi's turn to spike, you watch him sprint up to the net, but missing the ball. oikawa, of course, had something to say, causing iwaizumi to shoot him a glance screaming 'i'm actually going to murder you'. lately he's been off, but always shrugging smartass remarks from oikawa.
the coach told iwaizumi to take a small break, earning a small nod as he walked towards you. you could see it in his walk and face that something was wrong, his facial expression showed how confused he was in his own thoughts. "iwa, are you okay?" you ask him, placing down the notebook and trading it with this water bottle on the bench.
iwaizumi avoids eye contact with you as he picks up his water bottle in your hand. "yeah, i'm fine," he shrugs. you watch him drink his water as you walk him over to the bench to sit next to you. he wipes his mouth with his arm, watching oikawa set for the other players on the team.
"iwa, i've known you since middle school, i know when something's wrong." you say to him, crossing your right leg over your left and picking up your notebook. "vent about it to me, before oikawa bugs you about it."
iwaizumi groans before slouching in his seat, the sounds of the players' sneakers squeezing against the floor echo through the gymnasium. "there's this girl," he admits, "i didn't realize how pretty and amazing she is until now. but there's nothing i can do, i'm going to be heading for america in four months."
you turn to him, raising an eyebrow at his surprised answer. "the hajime iwaizumi thinks about women?" you say in a playful voice, nudging his right shoulder with your left. "tell me about her, she pretty?"
