The gym was quiet, save for the soft rustling of fabric and the steady sound of sneakers squeaking against the court. Iwaizumi was finishing up instructing a male player on some stretches, his tone firm and steady as usual. The player, drenched in sweat, gave a nod of understanding before getting up and heading toward the locker room to grab a drink.

Just as the door closed behind him, you entered, rubbing your shoulders as you stepped onto the court. It had been a long day, and your muscles were stiff from both work and running errands earlier. You rolled your shoulders again, trying to ease the tension.

Iwaizumi spotted you immediately, his sharp eyes never missing a thing. “Hey,” he greeted, wiping his hands on his shorts as he approached you. “You look like you’ve had a long day.”

You gave a small nod, offering him a tired smile. “Just a little sore. Been sitting too much. Mind if I ask for a hand?”

His gaze softened slightly as he stepped closer, his usual no-nonsense demeanor giving way to something a little more gentle. “You want me to stretch you out?” he asked, already moving into position.

You nodded gratefully, feeling your shoulders tense up again just from the thought of it. “Yeah, I’d really appreciate it.”

Iwaizumi gestured toward the mat where the player had been stretching a moment ago. “Take a seat. I’ll help you out.“