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Iwaizumi Hajime was not a popular guy. Sure, his best friend was Tooru Oikawa, and sure, he was pretty good looking. And damn, did he have an amazing body - and a great personality as well. But despite all these things, he just isn't one of those people you recognize in the hallways. And he didn't mind it. At least he didn't have a bunch of annoying fan girls surrounding him 24/7, or have people confessing to him left and right. He'd probably kill himself if he did have to live like that.
But he didn't. And maybe he needed some change.
"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa whispered to Iwaizumi as they ate their lunch. "I think someone's got an eye on you~!" He giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Huh?" Iwaizumi perked up a bit. Oikawa pointed behind him, and he turned his head. At one of the other tables sat a tall, muscular male. He was laughing at something his friend said, but his (E/C) eyes occasionally wandered over to Iwaizumi. But this time around, since the volleyball players had caught him, his face flushed pink and he hid his eyes with his (H/C) hair. "O-Oh. Who is that?" Iwaizumi asked, turning back around with a bit of blush on his cheeks.
"(L/N) (M/N)!" Tooru answered, happily biting into his food. "He's on the (insert some sport) team! Isn't he cute~?" He teased, smirking.
"I guess.." Iwaizumi shrugged. "I don't know Trashykawa. You know that I'm not exactly good with.. well, crushes, to put it bluntly. I don't think I've ever even had a girl like me, much less a guy."
"Then this is the perfect chance!" Oikawa exclaimed. "(L/N)-kun is a great guy! I talk to him occasionally; captain things, you know?" The bell rang to head back to class, so the duo stood up and threw out their trash. While they walked out, Iwaizumi glanced back one last time, surprised to catch (M/N)'s gaze again. The athlete smiled a little and waved before he was dragged away by his friend. Iwaizumi smiled a bit and shrugged, following Oikawa out.
The rest of their classes finished for the day, so they headed to volleyball practice. Just as Iwaizumi and Mattsun had finished setting up the net for the day, Coach Irihata piped up. "Hey, can somebody go drop this off to the (sports) team? We borrowed it the other day," he asked, holding up a clipboard.
"Iwa-chan can do it!" Oikawa yelled. Iwaizumi shot him a glare, but sighed and nodded to Irihata. The adult handed him the clipboard, and the captain slinked his arm around Hajime's shoulders. "Go give it to (L/N)-kun! This is literally the perfect opportunity to talk to him!"
"You're so annoying, Shittykawa!" Iwaizumi groaned. He marched out the gym, running his hand through his hair as he went to the club room for (sport). "What do I even say? 'Oh hey, here's your clipboard, mind if I get your number?' That sounds stupid!" He muttered to himself. "Maybe just say hello and introduce myself? Damnit, this is why I don't talk to many people-!" He was cut off as he collided with someone, grunting and holding his forehead. "Shit, sorry," he apologized, opening his eyes and growing hot. He was met with the sight of a bare chest. 'Damn he has good abs!'
