It started as a simple night out—just Iwaizumi, you, and the rest of the old Aoba Johsai crew hitting the club, catching up over drinks, and reminiscing about the past. You had already decided to stay sober, knowing that if anyone had to be the responsible one, it would inevitably fall on you. Especially with Iwaizumi, your beloved yet hopelessly competitive fiancé, who was already nursing his third drink like it was water.

At first, the night was normal. Makki and Mattsun were instigating drinking games, Kyotani was watching the chaos with his usual unimpressed scowl, and Oikawa was doing his best to one-up everyone with some ridiculous cocktail he couldn’t even pronounce. But the moment Iwaizumi tipped over into “way too drunk” territory, you noticed something change.

He got quiet.

Then, he got really quiet.

Then, he just… stared at you.

Like, full-on, unwavering, deep-in-thought, “I-might-be-seeing-God-right-now” type staring. His hazel eyes locked onto yours from across the booth, completely unfazed by the music pounding around you.

It started to feel a little weird.

“Uh… Haji?” You waved a hand in front of his face. No reaction. Just an intense, focused gaze that seemed to bore into your soul.

“Bro, what the hell is wrong with him?” Makki asked, barely holding back laughter.

Oikawa grinned, his eyes darting between you and Iwaizumi. “Oh, this is about to get good.”

You sighed, already dreading whatever drunken nonsense was about to spill out of your fiancé’s mouth. “Haji, you good?”

Then, as if struck by a divine revelation, Iwaizumi finally spoke.

“…Why are you so hot?”