"You're late," Hajime pointed out, but his voice wasn't mad. Instead, he greeted you with a smile and supported you by your shoulders as you leaned down to catch your breath after running for a while.

It was the middle of summer, and he understood that maybe your bus got stuck in traffic or something due to the high temperatures delayed your arrival. Standing by your side, he offered you a bottle of water. He'd always been this tender; after all, you were his best friend. A best friend who made his heart beat faster whenever he saw your hair blowing in the wind.

"Or was it your father again?" Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows as he looked at you, his tone more serious this time. He knew your father didn't appreciate him or how much time you two spent together. He hadn't done anything wrong; your father was just strict and didn't like the fact that you went out with Hajime every single day, coming home late.

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