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[It's around the third hour of classes that he starts to feel like dozing off. So far over the past 3 days nothing has actually happened. Nothing that helps any of them anyway. They're still trapped. He feels like they're stuck in a time warp, repeating the same day over and over. The only good thing in all this is that the pesticide poisoning has worn off so they can stop fussing over Tsukishima.

Granted, as he's taken to actually pay attention in class he's switched around books and accidentally left his phone, along with one of his books, in his locker. He's spent all of science doodling in his math book rather than running to grab his stuff.

No one noticed, anyway.

By the time Oikawa opens the door saying he needs to borrow him for club things (the teacher doesn't seem(??) to be happy with him, but he takes the exit gratefully. He tugs his bag with him, shifting it onto his shoulder and brushes past Oikawa to leave the classroom.]

I just need to call at my locker first, I left a few books and my phone there.

[He's pretty oblivious to the fact that today's messages may have been "important" (if you could call it that, Oikawa might--) but considering he kept being spamming for the stupidest of reasons it was the easiest way to control the situation.]

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[The moment they were out of the other classroom and already heading down the hall, Oikawa's act for the teacher was gone and he was almost downright pouting - until Iwaizumi said his phone was in his locker. Coughing under his breath as if clearing his throat, Oikawa tried to ignore the way red creeped up into his cheeks from how worried he had started getting; sure, he did need Iwai for club things, but he had been expecting answers to his texts.

They weren't just dumb messages - or well - they were in a sense? There was more than just the stupid cutesy shit he usually did though.

Easily following after him then with his hands being stuffed in his pockets and a whistle in his tone, Oikawa just walked after until he was loitering, waiting as the locker was opened and Iwai could fuss with his things.]

Oh - ah, I was sending messages - you don't have to read them, I guess. Not the last handful, maybe. [Huge pouty whining texts that he wasn't responding - for now obvious reasons.]

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[Maybe the fact that he hadn't hit him for being such a pest was a good indicator that he had no idea, though sometimes it was good to just ignore his best friend as well. Sometimes it could work to get him to stop. Sometimes.

Right now though he's busy shuffling around books, shoving his phone into his pocket to open in a minute. There's something suspious about the way he's saying it, about the way he's handling himself while explaining what they were about that have him curious. He pulls his backpack onto both shoulders this time, glancing at him as he shuts his locker again and opens the messages on his phone.

There.

Are.

A.
Lot.]

What the hell, Oikawa? [Where does he even start with this?]

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I was getting lonely, okay? You almost never forget your phone, so it was weird that you weren't answering~~~!

[It may have flared up an insecurity crisis for a good hour when he didn't get any responses, but Oikawa has already forced himself to calm down about that; especially now that he knows Iwai wasn't ignoring him on purpose. Reaching over to lightly push that phone down in Iwai's hand, lightly trying to make him put it away instead, Oikawa slouched with his arms around his shoulders and his face burying against his back then.]

So ignore it all, okaaaaay? Come on, let's go to the gym, I left the papers I need in the storage room for safe keeping.

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I was late this morning. [He'd gotten distracted while in the gym and had ended up showering late and well... you can imagine how the domino effect goes. It was just one of those days where he'd woken up tired and it just was a mess since then.]

Don't you have other people to bother yet? [He hasn't had a chance to read the messages yet, especially not when Oikawa is pushing his phone away, flipping it shut and clinging onto him like the monkey he is.

He'll read them later.]

Did you even need both of us for this?

[Not like it matters, he's not going to complain about missing a few hours of class after the boring morning he's had.]

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[Rubbing his head just below the nape of his neck, Oikawa lifted it enough to slouch with his chin over Iwai's shoulder then, softly papping at his hands until his phone is definitely put away, he leaves his hands softly kneading at his chest then as he simply stands there. It would be too difficult to move away for a moment.]

No, I only wanted to bug Iwa-chan. Now thank me for saving you from a boring class where you can't understand anything in it anyway!

[Lifting his head and just brushing his ear with his lips, Oikawa let go then to slip away and smile, starting to walk down the hall.]

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[He's still suspicious as hell about his phone, but at this point it's hard to say whether he'll get a chance to see why Oikawa doesn't want him looking at it. Just what were in those 4594868496 messages? He tries to shift forward, of course, as well as tries to look back over his shoulder.] Thanks-- [He stops suddenly, head jerking as lips brush his ear.

There's a pause before he rubs at the skin, feeling as though it's burning.] If there's a punishment for this I'll let them know to give you double the amount.

[He follows him though, taking quicker steps to keep up at the start before he falls into Oikawa's pace.]

How many papers do we even need to form a club here?

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So mean, I don't need double punishment - [The words unless it's from you border the tip of his tongue, and Oikawa ignores the way his ears burn at the thought.] - there won't be a punishment, I promise!

[He can't say it, he wanted to but he couldn't, it was too embarrassing. He might be able to flirt shamelessly but when it came to being downright perverted, he couldn't say it out loud - text however, oh boy. Those messages are even more shameless than anything he's ever said before.]

There's just a handful, I needed to make sure I had everyones names right for the club list. Then I need signatures from you as my vice captain, and me! Everyone else can initial them when they drop by.

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[It's fine like this for the moment anyway, rather than getting worked up in the hallways as they make their way towards the sports centre. He listens to him, noting the way he pauses for a moment.

He's acting weird, today.]

That's not too bad. [It's said off handedly as he shifts his backpack, makes his way into the other section of the school and towards the area they've been living outside of classes.] Did you manage to remember all the names or did you just need ours for this part?

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I just need ours for this part! I'm pretty sure I have everyones names, unless you have more club members you haven't told me about~

[Spinning lightly on one foot to turn and wink at Iwai with his tongue sticking out, Oikawa was just as easily spinning onto his other foot to turn right back around while continuing the walk - there we go, four classrooms down the hall, they're definitely en route to the gym. Opening the doors and taking his time crossing the empty court to go right back to their "home", he's fussing with the lock he put on the storage room doors before opening it up and flicking on the light. Giving Iwai a bright smile and a light be right baaack, Oikawa is disappearing into the back corner where he starts shuffling some papers around; he's been definitely leaving any and all organization here, along with his books on things he might be honestly trying to study.]

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I'd need to check. [He's heard of interested parties, but he has no idea if Oikawa even knows them, never mind added them to the list. While the other teens opens the storage closet up and busies himself with getting the information prepared, he steps in behind him, already drawing out his phone to use the few minutes he has.

When the first message is one of the lewdist things he's read in his life he realises starting from the top probably might not be the best of ideas. He sees the voicemail too, and while he itches to know what kind of message it is, he leaves that for now and instead scrolls down to the bottom.

It starts fairly normally anyway, Oikawa whining because he wasn't paying attention. It's when he reaches the messages about how needy he is that his hand tightens on his phone, eyes glued to the screen as though they can't drink up the information fast enough.

His mouth hangs open a little, and there's colour setting into his face.

He wanted to what-- Wait-- Fuck--. He starts reading them faster when it starts getting raunchier and while he's not surprised Oikawa would know some of this (WHAT DID HE WANT HIM TO DO??) he's surprised he's being so open about it.

What if someone had taken his phone???]

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[Humming under his breath, unaware that Iwai was reading all of the ridiculous messages from this morning onward, Oikawa was simply stacking two copies of the naming sheet. One was for reference for himself, the other was to turn in at the office - it was just easier than having to go down there constantly, plus he could keep everyones contact information in one place.

Once he's got both stacks sorted and ready, he's fishing around in the box he's brought in for one of his rare pencils that there have been whispers about being sure to not lose. He wouldn't, he keeps there rest in his locker, there's no way he can lose them there - just this one is all he needs for a while.]

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[It's easy to fall into place when Oikawa hums, and he knows he should do more than just stand there staring at these texts but he can't deny that he's getting worked up now. Did he give up in the end? Did he jerk off in the bathroom without him there?

Would someone hear him if he did?

His free hand reaches back to slowly, quietly push the door shut and that's when he opens it. The one picture in the midst of a thousand texts. His mouth feels dry and wet all at once and shit shit shit Oikawa should be allowed to look that good when he's turned on. When he wants him. He's already read everything else that it's fine when his phone clatters to the mat he's stood next to, he's in too much of a lust filled haze to care if it tumbles off -- he'll find it later.

It gives Oikawa enough of an indication to turn around anyway, and that's when he takes the chance. Whatever papers are in his best friend's hands are potentially flying at this point. The pencil probably rolls onto the floor somewhere too as his hands grip at wrists and he pushes Oikawa down to the mat with his own body.

His mouth is hot on his right away too, not giving him a chance to question him. His knee shifts forward to keep his balance, finding its way up to wedge it tight between Oikawa's legs. He's trapped.]

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[Looking up when he moved to stand at the sound of something hard dropping, Oikawa let out a surprised sound when Iwai was so instantly in his space - the papers definitely went flying, the pencil forgotten as quickly as it was picked up, and it's with a maybe surprising lack of complaints that Oikawa goes down under Iwai's weight. The only sound he lets out first is an oof of hitting the mat a bit hard, but the breath that would have come with it is buried against Iwaizumi's mouth when he kissed him, and the shift of a knee pressing up between his legs makes him finally, outright moan.

Squirming only half heartedly, only as if to squeeze his thighs around the leg between his, Oikawa hardly pulls at his wrists at all in any vain attempts to free himself; he may not have been expecting this, but as if he's going to really complain when Iwai was hot and bothered and it's all Oikawa wanted hours ago. He is gladly trapped.]

Mm-mhhn!