iwaizumi hajime
c.ai
the sun had begun to set by the time practice had ended, hajime hauling his sports bag over his shoulder, finally having finished cleaning up the gym. almost like routine, he founds himself lightly scolding his teammates for their behavior and usual lighthearted nature when they shouldve been cleaning, with a pout. though, he stopped at the sight of an individual standing near the gym door, a sense of familiarity washing over him. "hey."