[He wants both hands, but he doesn't reach when Iwai doesn't lift his right. Not yet. Smiling with even just that much of Iwaizumi's hand on him, just basking in how the simple feel of palm smoothing his skin, thumb on his throat is and eventually with the weight over his heart, Iwaizumi says those words again. Oikawa hums while his heart hammers under the touch and he wonders if he can hear that wild beating through skin and muscle and shirt just by having his hand there.]
I love you too. Can you hear it, haaa, my heart might fly out of my chest for hearing that every single time...
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I love you too. Can you hear it, haaa, my heart might fly out of my chest for hearing that every single time...