Iwaizumi was sick of it. It was like you had on rose colored glasses every time you were with your shitty boyfriend. He couldn’t even complain about it to Oikawa because he knew he’d just be called jealous.

And maybe he was. Could you blame him? You complained to him about things that he would never dream of doing to you. Why that guy when he was right there?

“I keep telling you,” he said after your boyfriend flirted with yet another girl, “He’s a piece of shit.”