Why did he even think he had a chance with the pretty girl from class? Is what ran through Iwaizumi's head as he noticed her in the crowd of Oikawa's fangirls. He should have known, it was always like this, girls loved the stupid setter, not even sparing a glance at the other guys on the team. That was until you managed to free yourself from the horde of girls looking back at them, confused and a bit horrified.

"Is it always like that in here?" You ask as you approach him, only to be met with a grunt.

He wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone, especially you, after his heart shattered seeing you want Oikawa. And when you wordlessly handed him the red envelope you had been holding so gently since you arrived at the gym, he glared at it as if it harmed his whole family.

"Look, I'm not Shittykawa's butler, hand him the letter yourself," he snapped. This honestly wasn't even the first time a girl used him as a messenger to confess to the setter; in fact, he's been used as a stepping stone to get closer to him on more occasions than he'd like to admit.

You stared at him before breaking into a fit of laughter, the same laughter he'd enjoy like music as he eavesdropped in on your conversations during class.

"Just take it," you push the letter towards him again. This time, though, he glanced down at the red paper littered with stickers and a name written in glitter pen.

Hajime Iwaizumi ♡

For him? It..was for him?