[Honestly, who knows what Iwaizumi was yelling at Oikawa for during practice? It could have been any number of things, and probably was a few numbers in fact, but the tension seems to have faded by the time practice ends. As focused as he is on his sport - always, always focused - he definitely didn’t notice anybody sketching from the stands while they played, but when he hears a thud hit the gym floor, he glances over and sees Yusuke staring at the discarded sketchbook with a disdainful look on his face. He jogs over without thinking about it, snatches the book up from off the ground and goes to hand it back to the artist, but just as he’s about to hand it off, he notices the sketches, the subject of which looks...unnervingly familiar.
[He frowns, furrows his brow and flips through a couple pages. He raises an eyebrow and puts his eyes on Yusuke. So this is...awkward.]
This yours? [He doesn’t hand it back quite yet. You’ve got some explaining to do, Yusuke.]
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[He frowns, furrows his brow and flips through a couple pages. He raises an eyebrow and puts his eyes on Yusuke. So this is...awkward.]
This yours? [He doesn’t hand it back quite yet. You’ve got some explaining to do, Yusuke.]