What are you going to do if someone is?

[Kissing his temple and half laughing, rubbing his face against his shoulder and neck, Oikawa cheekily bats his eyes at him.]

You know people already know we're dating without needing to say anything, by this point. [Not with how they cling, not with how they steal kisses, not with the frequent hand holding.] So if someone sees the mess sex made out of me, who cares?