Iwaizumi always knew your hands gave away secrets. How you held onto his shirt or sleeve when you needed comfort. How you would grip his hand when you were frustrated. The way you clenched your fists when you were holding back tears. Your face didn't show any emotions. Just your hands. Which is how he knew exactly what you needed all the time.

During your junior year, he finally mustered up the courage to kiss you. Gently cupping your face in his hands. He felt how your smaller hands grabbed his wrists but didn't pull them away. He loved that feeling. That you allowed him to do this.

The next two years was a lot. His volleyball sometimes made him a bit busy but he always had time for you. While he was at practice, he looked up to see you leaning on the balcony railing, watching him play. After practice, you walk down and wait for him outside.