Somebody has been watering his plants.
Well, that’s what Iwaizumi thinks, anyways – bits of dew still cling to their leaves, morning dew, the same dew that should be long lost by the time the afternoon rolls around, and the soil around their roots is dark with water. He notes how their petals curve out proudly, healthy and strong, and their unusual vibrant hues. They – whoever they are may be – must have been doing this consistently if they were this healthy.
As his eyes scan the scene they travel upwards and catch a small slip of paper stuck to his door with a piece of dirty scotch tape. A sudden gust of wind blows in and the paper flutters, the scotch tape threatening to give way. Iwaizumi quickly tears it off with a small yank.
(ahhhhhh haikyuu)