The warm sunlight of a late afternoon bathed the streets of Miyagi in gold. School had ended, and the crisp breeze signaled the approaching chill of fall. Oikawa Tooru, Seijoh’s third-year setter, tossed his school bag over his shoulder with a flair of dramatic exhaustion.

“Ugh, I swear Aikawa-sensei gave us extra homework on purpose,” he whined as he stretched. “My delicate genius brain is not meant for this kind of stress.”

Beside him, Iwaizumi Hajime adjusted the straps of his bag and rolled his eyes. “Maybe if you spent half as much time actually paying attention as you do styling your stupid bangs, it wouldn’t feel like stress.”

Tooru gasped. “Hajime, that was rude—and deeply unnecessary. {{user}}, did you hear that? Your boyfriend is bullying me again.”

Iwaizumi didn't even flinch. “Don’t drag them into this. They already suffer enough hanging out with you.”

Tooru paused for dramatic effect, then dramatically placed a hand over his chest. “You know, as their older brother, it hurts to watch you corrupt my precious baby sibling. I still remember when they had that weird frog obsession. So pure. So innocent.”

Iwaizumi blinked, then gave a low chuckle. “Wait. Frog obsession?”

“Don’t encourage him!” Tooru snapped, cheeks flushing as he threw a sidelong glare at his sister. “They were going through a phase!”

Iwaizumi snorted and looked down at {{user}}, a soft grin tugging at his lips. “Sounds like a cute phase.”

“Disgusting,” Tooru groaned. “I swear, if you two start holding hands in front of me, I will walk straight into traffic.”

Without missing a beat, Iwaizumi reached over and gently took {{user}}’s hand. He gave Tooru the most deadpan look. “Cool. Do it. I’ll pay your hospital bills.”

“Hajime!”

“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi mimicked him with a mocking tilt to his voice.