( inugami au outre ve )

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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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I said, no.

[His tone is softer this time, apologetically kissing over that mark he's gone and made. Lifting his hand from Iwaizumi's to hold his chin, to smooth his fingers up along his jaw, Oikawa just kisses him so much more softly to make up for his answer. Opening his eyes to look at him, he can't hide that quiet sadness even as he forces a smile.]

I don't want it.

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[It makes him go quiet anyway, his own eyes drifting away from Oikawa's because that expression hurts to look at. He doesn't know how to deal with it properly, how to stop him from taking so much blame for this even now.

So he reaches out, pulling their foreheads to rest together and lets his eyes shut.]

Got it... Sorry.

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It's okay.

[Still looking at him, then slowly closing his own eyes, Oikawa breathes in deep just the scent of his friend being here with him. Just takes in the hand on his head holding them together, takes in the presence beside him, and soon he ends up with this gentler smile finally. The sadness passes enough that he can hide it again. Tracing his fingertips along Iwaizumi's neck, down over his shoulder and slowly tracing along his arm, Oikawa shifted to move to stand, gently tugging for him to follow.]

... Hey. Come with me for a few. [He can finish figuring out positions for volleyball later, he wanted Iwaizumi's time to himself for now. Just the two of them.]

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[Shivers slide down his spine at the gentle touches, and while he wants to peek he keeps his eyes closed until Oikawa moves to shift away. He blinks once, looking towards him in confusion. It's just them at the moment anyway, and should be for a while.]

...Alright. [There are times when he really had to Question Oikawa's plans, but this one, at least, doesn't seem like it'll lead to anything dumb. He stands and follows without further inquiry anyway, letting the other keep hold of him.]

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[The open air of the gym wasn't private enough for what he wanted to do, so with easily pulling Iwaizumi to following, he takes them all the way back to the storage room. Just inside the doors, he's lightly pushing it shut with his foot so he can press Iwaizumi into leaning back against the wall - every touch, push and pull is gentle and careful though, as if the injury made him more physically aware of how human they both are, and how easy it is to hurt. Once Iwaizumi is where he wants him, Oikawa leans in again to ghost kisses up and down his neck, affectionately drawing both hands up his arms to just feel him, whispering like they aren't in a private enough space.]

I love you.

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[Whatever he expected, it somehow wasn't that. His mouth feels woollen when Oikawa gently presses him into the door, the little kisses spreading fire over his skin. That's hardly the start of it though, when Oikawa whispers those three words into his ear. His neck. His head rolls to the side, tilting back a bit to expose more skin while he bites his lip.

His stomach twists. But he can't make Oikawa wait with this either, even if it's still weird to say.]

Love you too.

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[Breathing in deep, audibly with how those words make his heart lighter even despite all the fears and concerns surrounding them, Oikawa kisses him more firmly, lips pressing warmth into every inch of skin Iwaizumi will give him because he feels like he needs to do this. Not to fix anything, not to tease or to give a false sense of security, but because he wants things to feel normal. Feel right.

Stroking his palms up and down Iwaizumi's biceps and eventually sliding them over to smoothing up and down his sides, chest, Oikawa kissed his temple and murmured in his ear, pressing closer to just keep feeling him.]

So much. Touch me?

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[It's too much already. He can feel his stomach twisting in his chest, heart hammering at an alarming rate. His toes curl in his shoes, just because of the intimacy of it all. His ears, especially, feel overly hot.]

Yeah. Yeah... [He reaches up, but only with his left hand. He's still too cautious with the right. He's unable to feel much outside of the wad of bandages anyway, preferring to leave it by his side instead. Where he does touch though is over Oikawa's jaw, down over his neck so his thumb glides over his Adam's apple. He reaches down, pressing his palm flat over his chest, pausing only at his heartbeat.]

I love you. [It's a test to see if it skips just as much as he does when he hears those words.]

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[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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Don't be embarrassing... [I comes out as a mumble, unable to actually tease him past that. It means a lot at the same time, a reminder that Oikawa isn't fucking around with him.

His hand pulls away, squeezing at his hip to pull him in, fingers sliding up under the material.]

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[Actually breathing out this little giggle, Oikawa easily takes that step in to lean flush against his frame and all he can do is keep running those kisses up and down his neck and throat and over his face, peppering love into every action, until his right hand is drifting down to stroke at his hip too - then dipping inward to knead at his thigh, because he wants to give him more than just these sweet gestures.]

But you love that part of me too~

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[His hand grips tight at his back, not actually holding on all the way now because he's way too distracted by the nicer feelings he has on his skin compared to the throbs of pain from his right hand.

His head rolls the other way, as though he's trying to escape the other.]

Stop flattering yourself.[He's grumpy when he says it though, flustered that he's being smothered with so much affection.]

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[He lets him escape - for now. No, Oikawa's kisses go roaming down as he sinks slowly to his knees, kissing down Iwaizumi's chest and stomach with his hands drifting and both are stroking at his thighs now, nuzzling against his hip.]

And I love every last bit of you, Iwa-chan.

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[Warmth flares in his stomach, in his lungs and heart as his breath hitches here and there. His teeth press into his lip, curling his mouth as his eyes flutter and he doesn't know how or where to place his hand anymore. He can't touch him enough now, so when he looks down at him, right hand shaking at his side, he's fighting back a sad expression, and failing terribly.]

Tooru... [He can't believe that anymore. The way his eyes sweep from the other towards his injured hand shows that too.

Yet he can't voice it either.]

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Every last bit.

[Oikawa emphasizes his words with a kiss, because he hears that sad tone before he looks up and sees him looking so distraught. Reaching finally to guide that right hand over, holding it so carefully with his own, he starts working kisses over those bandages as gently as possible. Just seeing them makes his heart ache, just knowing why they were there still makes him angry with himself - he's still not worth those digits, he wasn't worth saving when he came back just like that, he won't let Iwaizumi ever hurt himself like this again.

He says nothing else though, he can only continue those kisses as they went over his palm, over where his fingers used to be, then over his wrist and slowly up his arm to his elbow and back down.]

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[His mouth feels like it wants to spill with a million things he wants to say but he can't bring himself to at all. Everytime his lips part Oikawa kisses a new place and even if he can barely feel it, he knows exactly where his is. His left hand slides through the other's hair, fluffing it up even more but feeling calmed by the action.

It's only when he feels calmed enough that he speaks, and even then his voice cracks.]

I can't touch you like I want to.

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It's okay.

[His tone is soft and gentle, if not a little muffled from how he's still kissing his palm. Stroking his thumb over the bandages, over knuckles and knowing how badly they both wish he still had them, Oikawa knows just as well that wishing them back won't fix anything. Turning his eyes up again with his lips over sensitive skin with only bandages between them, he smiles too gently when his own left hand comes forward to pet Iwaizumi's stomach.

They'll figure something out, that would make them both happy as time continues.]

I love you anyway.

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I-- [This whole situation is shit... he feels useless, like he's worthless in a sense because he can't do a lot of things now. Because Oikawa won't even play properly anymore and it's a waste.

He sinks down before he can help himself, knees giving out.

He can't really feel it, every kiss against bandages are like a ghost's. Like he can't really feel with that hand anymore. Anything he does feel is associated with pain. If Oikawa kisses too high, over where the digits are gone it stings like a bitch.]

Don't.

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[Reaching his other arm up to catch Iwaizumi when he starts crashing down, easing him down with him to keep kissing his hand, Oikawa only moves his mouth to his wrist before turning his head to kiss him into silence, guiding that right hand over and resting it over his heart. He won't press it down, not this time, but it's there to tell him how much he needs him.]

I will always love you, you can't convince me not to.

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I'm not saying that... [He presses his face forward, slumping into him a little now that they're closer and almost the same level.] It's sore. It doesn't even feel good anymore, sorry...

[His other hand reaches to slide up the back of Oikawa's shirt, touching skin slowly, trying to memorise the feeling in the fear that one day both hands will be gone because of this place and all he'll have left is his mouth. It's irrational, but this place is making him a little crazy.]

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It's okay. Shhh shh.

[Stroking his touch slowly from wrist up Iwaizumi's arm, he leaned in to kiss at his chin now, stroking his side with his other hand while being more than happy to support his weight. Sometimes it feels like Iwaizumi supports him all the time, instead of Oikawa being able to do it for even a little.]

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[He wants to agree but instead he goes quiet, his hand despite him ignoring the problem for the most part, is a sore spot now. Both physically and emotionally and he ended up a little overwhelmed, over thinking what he can't do now. He still has his other hand though, which he slides forward to press fingers over Oikawa's ribs.]

I wouldn't want you to stop loving me anyway. [Not ever, but especially here. As much as he hates to admit it sometimes, he's finding he needs the support too now.]

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[He won't stop holding that hand when he feels he can work affection all over it, grateful still forever about Iwaizumi trying to save him that day, Oikawa smiles warmly against his skin as he peppers soft kisses over his mouth, nipping gently.]

Good. [With that then, he leans into his frame, mildly pressing Iwaizumi up against the wall where he sits almost on his knees with the other boy almost in his lap, and Oikawa just arches for his touch, lips dipping to skim along his ear.]

Can I make you feel good? I really want to.

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Like you ever have to ask for anything... [It comes out as a mumble, his head tipping to the side to make room but to also try and tip Oikawa's lips from his ear as he even feels them redden. There really isn't anywhere to move to though, not when Oikawa is pressing him up against the wall a little, their bodies close.

He flattens his palm down against Oikawa's chest and rakes his nails gently over the skin.]

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[He wants him right here like this for now, because even as Iwaizumi tries to lean away so he can't keep teasing his ear, Oikawa chases his skin to kiss down his neck and work loving kisses into his skin all the way to his shoulder. Humming lower with the simple feel of his palm, almost too aware of how it is definitely his left hand and how much he still loves his right, Oikawa drags both hands downward to knead at Iwaizumi's thighs.]