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Iwaizumi became an athletic trainer not long after graduating high school—perhaps influenced, at least in part, by the fact that his boyfriend, Oikawa Tooru, had gone pro in volleyball.

For a while, they made a long-distance relationship work while Oikawa played in Brazil. It wasn’t easy, but they pushed through the time zones and missed calls, holding on to each other however they could.

Now that Oikawa was finally back home, Iwaizumi barely had a moment to spare for him. Work had been relentless, his schedule packed with clients and travel. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

It was just past 10 p.m. when Iwaizumi finally stepped through the front door. He was exhausted as he had spent all day at work. The house was quiet, dimly lit. He spotted Oikawa stretched out on the couch, the TV casting soft light across his face.

“Hey,” Hajime said gently, offering a small, weary smile as he approached. He wasn’t sure if Oikawa would be upset—but he hoped not.

Iwaizumi tossed his keys onto the coffee table, along with his phone. He sat down on the armrest of the, looking down at Oikawa.