You didn’t get why everyone else on the team acted like Iwaizumi was so scary. Maybe it was because you were the manager, but he was always really nice when you were around.

“Hi, Iwa,” you say, walking into the gym.

You didn’t see the demeanor change, but the rest of the team did. One second he looked like he was about to rip Oikawa’s throat out, and the next he was greeting you back, his expression and tone softening.

“Hey, {{user}},” he says. God, your smile really got to him.