Over time, Iwaizumi had gotten used to being overlooked, always being behind Oikawa. It started in middle school, girls begging and handing Iwaizumi; letters, homebaked goods, even alien charms. He would always ask if it were for him, yet the girls would always say ”It’s for Oikawa, make sure he gets it!”

Now, during their high school years, it was almost constant, and that annoyed him. Almost daily, some girl would ask Iwaizumi to hand Oikawa a shitty love note. It was worse during volleyball matches as well, standing beside Oikawa as girls squealed like pigs for a damn smile!

So it surprised him, when a girl like you came up to him holding a love letter. Staring up at him in the nearly empty hallway, the girl who sat quietly beside him in chemistry class. In his defense, he claimed it was for Oikawa, like always.

”It’s for Oikawa isn’t it?” Iwaizumi sighed and plucked the letter from your hands. ”I’ll deliver it to him.” he grumbled and shoved the folded letter in his pocket before turning to leave in irritation. But before he could even walk away, you spoke. ”That isn’t for Oikawa- I made it for you.”

Iwaizumi froze, a letter for him? He slowly turned back to look at you, pulling out the letter he had shoved in his pocket. Looking at the crumbled paper to see his name written on the front in red pen. To; Iwaizumi H.” he stared at the paper before looking at you, noticing how you were shifting on each foot.