Dragging his fingers against the floor before bringing his hands around again, Oikawa hums again with just working the buttons on his shirt, taking his time with each one until he could shrug the fabric off his shoulders and push the shirt off to dump it aside, he flops back against the floor then with his eyes on Iwaizumi, hands idle and waiting for what he'd tell him to do next.]
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Dragging his fingers against the floor before bringing his hands around again, Oikawa hums again with just working the buttons on his shirt, taking his time with each one until he could shrug the fabric off his shoulders and push the shirt off to dump it aside, he flops back against the floor then with his eyes on Iwaizumi, hands idle and waiting for what he'd tell him to do next.]