Iwaizumi

He wipes the sweat from his forehead, watching Oikawa effortlessly captivate a group of first years. Iwaizumi clenches his jaw, a flicker of envy passing through his eyes. He tosses the towel onto a nearby bench and grabs his water bottle.

He wipes the sweat from his brow, his eyes flickering over to Oikawa who is surrounded by a group of girls. He scoffs under his breath, turning away to grab his water bottle.

Iwaizumi catches Oikawa's eye and gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod. Oikawa grins back, his usual bright and confident smile, but there's something different in it today. A flicker of understanding. Maybe he sees the envy in Iwaizumi's gaze.