[It's more graceful than it should be when Oikawa sprawls himself across Iwaizumi's lap, takes his hand and kisses his palm as he does. He lets him guide his hand as he pleases, keeping it limp in his hold.
He exhales sharply, as though he'd forgotten what he was doing before when Oikawa speaks again.]
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He exhales sharply, as though he'd forgotten what he was doing before when Oikawa speaks again.]
I did, but I think I just forgot them.
[He got distracted...]