[Kimihiro’s voice falls on deaf ears as Iwaizumi whips his head to face Ann, glare steadfast, but eyes filled with the sting of betrayal. Of course she’d be on his side even now, and Iwaizumi will forgive her for that when he’s not so elevated, but right now, it feels like a deep stab in his heart.]

Don’t preach to me about ending things, Ann. Look the fuck around you.

It’s more than fucking paint, it’s the goddamn principal of thing!

[He’s still shouting, but on his next words, his voice is quieter as he shakes his head, eyes still glued to hers.]

This gym is all I goddamn have. I thought you should know that.

He does.