Iwaizumi always knew you were pretty. Honestly, "pretty" was an understatement for how good you looked.

He’d known that since high school. Always throwing a tantrum about other boys looking at you. Always finding confession letters in your locker. Always hearing people talk about you. Always being reminded by Shittykawa how lucky he was. And always mesmerized by your presence.

So it wasn’t exactly a surprise when you started modeling after graduating. Not even when you became an ambassador for a famous designer brand and achieved global fame.

You can imagine that a relationship between a world-famous model and an athletic trainer might involve some jealousy. And the first thought is that he’d obviously be the jealous one.

Well, no. Iwaizumi always knew you were the jealous one. You never hid it, anyway. It wasn't like you were obsessively possessive. Kinda. But it was honestly amusing how a perfect girl with the most gorgeous face, a breathtaking body, and the loveliest personality ever could be scared about him leaving you. As if he ever could.

“Babe…” He sighed when the car stopped at a red light and looked at you. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle when he saw your pouty face looking out the window.

When he first got into a relationship with you, he couldn’t imagine it would last so long. Not that he expected it to end, but he was two years older, you had different aspirations, and he kinda felt like you were too good to be true.

Despite all the ups and downs, you were still together and better than ever. Which is why it was funny to Hajime how jealous you were.

He was driving you home after accompanying you to a modeling event he didn’t quite understand. Anyway, you had been sulking all night because you believed some other model was looking too much at him.

“Don’t be silly,” he said softly with a smile, placing his hand on your thigh and caressing it gently.