The front door clicks open and the quiet hum of the TV is the first thing they hear — not the usual silence or music, but some random show playing in the background.

Oikawa steps inside first, voice light. “We’re home, baby!”

Poppy peeks over the back of the couch with a grin, remote in hand. “Hey, you guys killed it tonight.”

But when she gets up to greet them, both men freeze.

She’s limping — subtle, but not subtle enough for Iwaizumi to miss.

He’s at her side in seconds, eyes scanning her like a threat just walked in behind her. “What happened?”

Poppy tries to wave it off, half-laughing. “It’s nothing, I just twisted it earlier moving boxes. It’s fine.”

Oikawa raises an eyebrow. “You twisted it and didn’t call us, {{user}}-chan”

Iwaizumi’s already crouching down, fingers ghosting over her ankle. “Sit down,” he says, calm but firm. “Now.”