Iwaizumi dragged the back of his hand across his forehead, blinking against the sunlight spilling through the classroom window. His shirt clung uncomfortably to his back, and a dull ache lingered in his arms after an afternoon of lugging desks up and down the hall. He couldn’t quite remember why he had agreed to help with summer cleaning in the first place, only that it was far too late to regret it now.

He set the last desk down with a grunt, rolling his shoulder as he straightened up. That was when he noticed it.

You were watching him… Again!

It wasn’t like you were doing anything peculiar, just sitting at the edge of the room with a broom held loosely in your hands, your eyes trailing after him whenever he moved. Worst of all, you weren’t even subtle about it.

Weird.

Iwaizumi frowned, swiping his arm over his forehead again. He was gross: sweaty, tired, probably smelling like floor cleaner. So why the hell were you looking at him like that?

“Oi.” He gestured toward the broom in your hand, “You’re supposed to be cleaning…”

You startled, cheeks flushing faintly. “I am!”

“You’re not,” Iwaizumi said flatly, watching as you quickly glanced down at your feet.

Maybe he had dirt on his face or something.

Besides, Oikawa was the one who got stares, with his stupid hair and crap. Iwaizumi wasn’t like that, and he didn’t want to be. He was just… himself. And that was fine!

When he looked up, you were biting back a smile, like you knew something he didn’t.

Weird, he thought again, heat crawling up his neck, and it had nothing to do with the humidity.