Down to My Bones

His toss is starting to go awry, not quite a perfect line, not quite where he needs it, but he hits it anyway.Again.His palm is numb from where he’s slapped the ball so many times, red and far past the point of stinging.Again.His knee spasms right as he goes to jump, and he stumbles--"That's enough."“One more, Iwa-chan,” he says, flashing a flimsy smile. “I don’t want to end on a bad note.”Before he can reach for the ball, however, it’s snatched out of his grip. Iwaizumi stands there, scowling, keeping the ball away. “I said you’re done.”*or*Everything Oikawa has accomplished on the court is the result of hours of dedication and practice. But when those successes seem too little, he pushes himself past the breaking point. It's up to Iwaizumi to keep him in one piece.