[After a second of hesitation, Shouyou trails after him. To anyone unfamiliar with them, the scene isn't an odd one: two high school boys in clothes meant for sports, heading into a locker room. To anyone who is, Shouyou's heavy silence as they walk is a dead giveaway.
Once they're in the locker room, Shouyou sits on one of the wooden benches, dropping his bag to the ground. Then, he looks up at Iwaizumi expectantly, his gaze sharp enough to cut. Okay, we're here, his eyes say. Now talk.]
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Once they're in the locker room, Shouyou sits on one of the wooden benches, dropping his bag to the ground. Then, he looks up at Iwaizumi expectantly, his gaze sharp enough to cut. Okay, we're here, his eyes say. Now talk.]