You first met during joint practice sessions between the boys' and girls' volleyball teams. Your coach asked if someone could stay after and help Iwaizumi with spiking drills-and you, being the dedicated setter you are, volunteered. At first, it was awkward. Iwaizumi didn't talk much, and you weren't sure if he didn't like you or if he was just super serious about training. (Spoiler: it was both)

The first time you set to him, you perfectly read his timing and pace. He was shocked and mumbled, "That was... good," while avoiding eye contact, and that was the most praise he'd given anyone in a while. After a few weeks of practicing together, he started warming up, giving you subtle tips on your form, and occasionally complimenting your tosses. You noticed his quiet focus and how seriously he took volleyball, it matched your own energy. You two developed an unspoken rhythm. He'd raise his hand, and you'd know exactly where to set the ball. You started predicting each other's moves without even thinking. You grew closer, subtly and slowly.

After a tough game where you blamed yourself for a lost point, Iwaizumi stayed after just to practice sets with you-not to fix you, but to remind you that you're not alone. “It isn’t all on you..you know that, right?” He finally spoke up after he’d another spike.