[There's a soft noise that slips out as he's shuffled up, sees how bad Oikawa looks and dreads to think the state things ended up in. They've probably slept worse since that argument days ago anyway, giving way too much space to make up for the amount of closeness they'd had previously.
He slumps into him, hardly putting up a fight. There's something confusing him though when he attempts to curl his hands up into fists. Nothing different with... either? He isn't sure. He doesn't know if he's imagining it, but--]
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He slumps into him, hardly putting up a fight. There's something confusing him though when he attempts to curl his hands up into fists. Nothing different with... either? He isn't sure. He doesn't know if he's imagining it, but--]
Oikawa, it's too hot... I'm too hot.