What look of concentration? [It's getting hard to think though, when his head rolls and Oikawa's mouth feels like it's everywhere. Everywhere he wants him, too. Well, almost.] And I don't get why you'd think it wouldn't be, idiot.

[There's too much in what he's saying though, too many compliments that make him feel sweaty-palmed and hot. Too many compliments that make him flustered and flushed, hoping that Oikawa stops before he burns up.

He turns his head away, glaring softly at the wall he feels trapped by.] I don't know what else you expect.