[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?