He leant against the cold brick of a nearby building as he dug into his pockets with a sigh, pulling out his phone and dialling a number. He presses the chilled screen against his ear.

One ring, two rings, three, four. Iwaizumi felt bad for calling you so late into the night, he looks down at his busted knuckles and felt his cut lip. His thoughts were cut short as your groggy voice spoke over the line.

“Hajime.. do you even know what time it is right now-?” He fiddles with the phone as he thinks of what to say, not wanting to upset you.