Who:Hajime Iwaizumi and Osamu Miya What:Punishment timeeee When:After the plot starts because Iwa gets max suffering Where:Common area of the Limesville campus Rating:PG for language XD Status:In progress God damnit, Miya! What the hell?!
He still distinctly remembered the odd feeling of his hair whipping against his neck when he whirled around, rubbing the back of his head to glare at Osamu in the back row. Daichi stopped him before he could march over to give him a piece of his mind - he was even shorter now could it be that hard NOT to hit him in the back of the head? He got not wanting the drama during practice, but Iwaizumi was not in the mood for this right now, intentional or not. He'd even tried his best to be better since they got kicked out of practice last time. Being told to yet again get out of practice until he could cool off, but also this felt a little bit like overkill.
No one cut him any slack around here.
Now Daichi parked them in the common area with the same threat, only he had to make it worse this time. You two can sit here and hold hands for awhile and maybe after you'll get along better.
Iwaizumi hated that look Daichi would get about him. Listen or else. The longer Iwaizumi was here, the more he hated the place in general. It wasn't all bad, he would say... mostly extremely annoying on a fairly constant basis. Still... he couldn't help the feeling like some of his reasons for coming here ended up being kind of pointless and now it was just one thing after the other... Maybe he was just being dramatic, he didn't know, but he was stuck here, holding Osamu's hand while their teammates and peers were welcome to walk by. It was meant to be embarrassing and to set his attitude straight and it probably would for the time being... then Iwaizumi would move and get away from Limesville which was starting to feel like his own personal hell.
Shifting some where he sat, Iwaizumi dropped his cheek down into his palm and heaved a sigh, bits of his now longer dark hair falling into his eyes. "How much longer do we have to sit here?" His voice was a higher tone, but didn't lack the edge when he spoke. There was no point complaining about it, making a bigger idiot and spectacle of it sitting here bitching at Osamu the whole time, he just wanted it to be over so he could go back to his room and stay the hell there until this went away. It would be a lot less trouble that way.