A buzz of excitement rippled through the school grounds. The field was a splash of color—ribbons, banners, team chants echoing in the air. Aoba Johsai’s annual Sports Festival was at its peak, with students rushing from one event to the next, energy high and competition hotter than the early summer sun.

By the edge of the turquoise team tent, Iwaizumi Hajime stood with his brows slightly furrowed in focus—not because of the games, but because of the delicate task in front of him: tying two perfectly even aqua-and-white ribbons onto {{user}}’s arms.

“There,” he said lowly, tugging the last knot into place. “Now no one’s gonna mistake what team you’re on.”

He stepped back a bit, arms crossed, and gave a satisfied nod. But then, after a moment, he tilted his head and took a step forward again.

“Hold still,” he muttered, voice softer now.

His hands reached up to her twin pigtails, gently pulling the ends to the front as he started tying matching aqua-and-white bows onto each one. His fingers worked quickly but carefully, smoothing out the ribbon, adjusting the length, then tying the final loops with the kind of care he’d never admit he had.

{{user}} tilted her head, grinning silently, cheeks puffed slightly in teasing amusement.

“Don’t give me that look,” Iwaizumi said, flustered. “You said you wanted to match the team. I’m just making sure you look… y’know. Official.”

He tied the second bow a bit more slowly. “...And cute.”

She blinked, and before she could fully react, Iwaizumi leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“And that’s for good luck.”

Then, another one on her nose.

“That’s for cheering.”

And one more on her cheek.

“That one’s just because I like you.”

She squeaked without sound, covering her face with her hands, and Iwaizumi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

But of course, peace was not allowed—not with him nearby.

“EXCUUUUSE ME?!”

Oikawa Tooru practically materialized beside them like a drama-powered ghost. His turquoise sash trailed behind him, his white sports uniform somehow still spotless even after two events. The gloves on his hands were half-pulled on as he dramatically pointed at Iwaizumi.

“I saw that. I SAW ALL OF THAT!”

Iwaizumi groaned, not even surprised. “Don’t you have a race to run or something?”

“I’m sorry, were you just kissing my little sister like this was a romcom and not a high school sporting event?!”

“I kissed her cheek.”

“YOU KISSED HER SOUL.”

{{user}} laughed silently again, shaking her head while Oikawa circled them like an offended peacock.

“And those ribbons?! Are you dressing her up like our mascot or something?! Wait, did you practice tying those?”

“No.”

“You totally did.”

Iwaizumi didn’t answer, which meant Oikawa was absolutely right.

“Well, while you’re here playing house with my sister, the other team’s stealing our cones for the relay! Do your job, vice-captain!”

Iwaizumi sighed, then leaned down to {{user}} once more and whispered, “Ignore him.”

But the moment he turned to leave, Oikawa swooped in between them with the speed of a volleyball serve, planting his hands dramatically on {{user}}’s shoulders.

“Sweet little sister,” he said, oozing protective big-brother energy, “remember what I told you this morning? If he tries to distract you from cheering for your big brother, you scream. Loudly.”

“Pretty sure she’ll cheer louder for me anyway,” Iwaizumi called back over his shoulder.

“BLASPHEMY,” Oikawa hissed, spinning on his heel. “I’m the reason she exists!”

“No, your parents are the reason she exists.”

“IWA-CHAN!”

“Don’t call me that!”