70 Miles Per Hour || IwaOi

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Japan was always home, even if he spent years after high school in America. It was great to be back in his home country.

Iwaizumi Hajime worked as an athletics trainer with the national volleyball team of Japan. He enjoyed his job, working with players he's met in his past.
He was a lowkey person. He never really stood out in crowds. He dressed to fit in this century, and he didn't act crazy either.
Back in high school, he played volleyball. He was best friends with the setter, childhood best friends. The setter had an injured knee, which led Iwaizumi to his career now.

The wind was blowing like usual. Blossoms flew in its flow. Iwaizumi liked watching the pink petals dance through the air. The streets of Japan were always busy. People rushed to get to work, or some just strolling and enjoying their day.
  He was walking the streets, headphones blasting music in his ears. He hummed to the song, hands slipped into his pockets, as he entered a small bakery he knew very well.
  The workers were very kind. All sweet old ladies who knew the young male since he was a child. They greeted him with pinches and dry kisses to his cheeks. They asked him about his years in America, which he answered honestly while waiting for his order of milk bread.

  "Hajime, you played volleyball, right?" One of the workers asked. She was the oldest, and most definitely the sweetest. Iwaizumi called her Aku. "There's this young boy, around your age, who played in high school. He comes here as much as possible, since he lives in Argentina. I want you to meet him."
  "Alright, Aku." The male thanked her as she handed him his food. She sat with him, telling him stories of her younger years.

  Iwaizumi loved these stories.
  Aku was a model when she was younger. Iwaizumi saw pictures of when she was one, and he couldn't deny that she was beautiful. Her short, thin brown hair was once long and thick. Her warming brown eyes seemed the same as back then.

  Iwaizumi sat in the small bakery, even though he had finished his two pieces of bread. If Aku wanted him to meet someone, he'll wait and meet him.
  He sat on his phone, one earbud out so he could hear when the workers would talk to him. He was scrolling through several of his social media accounts, looking at his feed and such.
  It was nearing the afternoon when the bells tied to the door chimed. A tall male, most likely over six foot if Hajime had to guess, walked through the doorway. He greeted the workers as he approached the front counter to order.

  "Tooru, dear!" Aku hit the male in the gut, making him lean down. She pinched his cheeks, "Three pieces of milk bread, correct? That'll be right out. Sit next to Hajime." When she said his name, the male perked slightly. "That's him. Isn't he lovely?"
  "Certainly, Amaku-San." His voice wasn't deep, but it wasn't high pitched either. In less than five steps, the male was seated across from Iwaizumi. He thanked Aku when she gave him his food. The old lady patted his head before leaving, giving Iwaizumi a pointed look.
  The male was certainly six foot. Iwaizumi could tell by him just being seated in front of him. His hair was brown, messy and curled all over the place. But it suited him. His eyes were brown as well.

  He reminded him of someone.

  "Yahoo!~" He greeted. "Oikawa Tooru, pleasure to meet you."
  "Iwaizumi Hajime." He shook the male's hand. His olive eyes scanned the male, landing on the small logo on his jacket. "You play on the Argentina team."
  "Yup! Setter!" He grinned.
  Iwaizumi huffed, "I should've known when Aku said you lived in Argentina and played volleyball."
  "Amaku-San talks about me?"
  "Only today, Tooru!" The elder called from the counter, "Since I wanted Hajime to meet you."
  He pouted, "So mean!"

  Was he really an adult?

"So, Iwaizumi-San, do you play volleyball?" He straightened up, readjusting the glasses on his face.
The male shook his head, "Quit after high school. I'm an athletics trainer."
"A shame. I would have loved to play you," Oikawa replied. "What position did you play?"
"Wing spiker. I used to be the ace."
The brunette grinned, "I'll set to you some day."
"I hope you keep your promises, Oikawa." Iwaizumi gave him the same look, "I'll be waiting."

The day went on with the two talking, occasionally Aku would join in. But when the clock hit four, Oikawa had to leave.

He said he'd see Iwaizumi again, and the male nodded in agreement.

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