Oikawa revelled.
His recovering bandaged palm hurt when Hinata had shoved a hand onto his, forcing him to touch the spiker’s dick –
And Oikawa loved that.
It hurt now – throbbing, raw pain – his fingers and padded palm wrapped around Hinata’s shaft with the crow’s little hand gripping the back of Oikawa’s like a vice, pulling and tugging his hand up and down with urgency. Hinata was panting, determined, lost, unstoppable – Hinata would climb – this would get harder and faster. It would hurt more.
But what was intimacy without pain?
Oikawa’s neck hurt from elevating it up to continue kissing the spiker. His own dick throbbed unattended to but for the moment he didn’t care –
Slippery, saliva-stained, he drew back from Hinata’s mouth to absorb those flushed cheeks, the sweat gleaming on that oh so pretty face, and more importantly, the frenzied, panicked, euphoric expression of desperation that Hinata couldn’t hide. The spiker was gasping for air, half-moan half-breath – his eyes met the cobra’s and he blushed – feeding Oikawa’s satisfaction and ego even more. Hinata sensed that Oikawa liked seeing him in this worked-up state, as the setter remained calm and collected, and his blush seemed to – to turn Oikawa on even more somehow –
But Hinata’s eyes flicked down: he stared, transfixed at the sight of Oikawa’s hand disappearing into his underwear, the feel of the setter’s skin on him, touching him. Their hands hadn’t stopped. How many times had Hinata masturbated? How many nights fantasising about the feel of the setter? And now finally that insanely pleasurable feeling was here. Oikawa’s hand… the knowing that it was Oikawa, those long nimble setter fingers, perfectly wrapped around Hinata’s shaft, the hands that had bandaged Hinata’s thigh and taken care of him during the earthquake, gripping with just the right amount of pressure, of course, of course Oikawa would know exactly what to do and how to touch him –
Hinata let out a moan so intoxicating as he used Oikawa’s hand for his own gratification that Oikawa felt himself get even harder. The cutie pie had wholly surrendered to instinct – blushing, sweating, breathing, fixated, staring down at the world of heat and desire that left no room for the consideration of blood, cuts or healing scars as he forced the setter’s hand along with his own.
Perfection.
The raging pain in Oikawa’s palm told him that the feral side of Hinata had been released –
And there was nothing Oikawa had wanted to see more.
Initially, he had wanted to tease that soft, tender skin first, savour the first-time feel of the spiker’s dick and creatively play with Hinata for longer. But this was just as, if not more, satisfying. However –
Hinata closed his eyes, raptured by blissful friction, as he pumped himself with Oikawa’s hand –
The bandage –
Hinata’s breathing became even more rapid –
It will get too warm, and the friction from the material could hurt or burn him –
Hinata made a sound like a small wild animal –
Oikawa smirked. Then again –
And yelled –
He’s only sixteen.
Hinata buried his face into the pillow, gripping onto Oikawa’s shirt as he came, spurting that thick white substance into his boxers and over Oikawa’s hand. Torrents of electricity shook Hinata. Again. And again. And again. He whimpered and shuddered before a proud Oikawa.
Hinata breathed in heavily. Oikawa delicately let go of Hinata’s dick and kissed the spiker’s sweat-filled hair. The back of Oikawa’s hand with Hinata’s cum – Oikawa deliberately wiped across his own volleyball shirt and wondered how long he could get away with not washing it for. Oikawa’s palm throbbed, just like he knew it would. On his tongue lingered the taste of red bean, the last mochi Hinata had eaten. He smiled to himself not quite believing this was actually happening.
But more disbelief was about to begin as the tiny hand that was gripping Oikawa’s shirt at his chest loosened and slowly began moving down his body. Hinata hadn’t moved, his face was still buried in the pillow. Hinata’s hand froze momentarily as he felt the stickiness of what could only be his own cum on Oikawa’s shirt at the region of the setter’s stomach. Hinata lifted his head from the pillow and turned to find that cobra stare upon him.
‘Is that -?’
‘Your cum. Yes it is.’
Hinata’s eyes widened in apology and alarm. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t mean -’
But the words for his sentence died as Oikawa lifted his head and moved forward, kissing Hinata tenderly on the mouth. Still on their sides, facing each other on the bed, Hinata’s eyes remained open in shock as Oikawa kissed him even more meaningfully than the first time.
‘It’s OK chibi-chan,’ Oikawa breathed after the kiss. ‘I wiped my hand there. And even if I hadn’t. It would still be OK. Besides,’ that glint returned to the setter’s eyes, ‘I now have your cum and blood with me whenever I’m at Aoba Johsai.’
A bolt of lightning shot up Hinata’s spine and, if possible, his eyes grew even larger. Oikawa chuckled and kissed Hinata on the cheek. But Hinata had not been distracted. He glanced down and saw that Oikawa was still hard, the captain’s erection bulging through the volleyball uniform. When his eyes returned to the setter’s he saw that that shiny glint had not disappeared. Hinata shuffled ever so slightly lower so that his head was in line with Oikawa’s chest, giving him better access to Oikawa’s body.
Without hesitation, Hinata slipped his hand straight into Oikawa’s briefs. The setter groaned under Hinata’s sudden touch, those soft, delicate fingers gently exploring Oikawa’s body doing exactly what Oikawa had wanted to do. Hinata stroked his fingers against the length of Oikawa’s stiff shaft that was fatter and longer than his own. His hand dipped and felt the curve of Oikawa’s balls, traced his thumb through coarse hair, ran his palm carefully all the way up along the setter’s dick, and he felt how Oikawa was so wet near the tip –
So gentle, so curious, so tantalising was the spiker’s touch –
Oikawa inhaled deeply as he clenched his fists even though it hurt to stop himself from pouncing on Hinata and going wild.
This is what he feels like. Hinata stroked back down, savouring the bumpy veins, the velvety softness encasing iron hardness.
Oikawa closed his eyes. Why does his hands, everything he does, feel so nice?
‘I,’ Hinata blushed and didn’t meet Oikawa’s gaze, ‘I’ve never -’
‘Only if you want to,’ Oikawa whispered, bringing his aching hand tenderly to the side of Hinata’s neck.
Hinata responded by wrapping his hand around the middle of Oikawa’s dick. He could just about get his hand around it and his fingers didn’t meet. ‘You’re going to have to – tell me what to do -’
Oikawa’s hand pulled at the back of Hinata’s hair forcing the spiker to look up at him –
Oikawa swooped lower and kissed Hinata again. It was an awkward kiss, and Hinata’s hand was still around the setter’s cock inside the shorts but the affection, gratitude and encouragement Hinata felt from the kiss emboldened him.
‘I’ll guide you,’ Oikawa breathed, as he straightened up on his side, the cobra watching the crow intensely. ‘Pull down my shorts and briefs.’
Nervous, Hinata tucked his fingers into the waistbands at the front, the backs of his fingers coming into contact with Oikawa’s moist, warm skin. Pulling forward and down carefully as to not hit Oikawa’s dick, Hinata manoeuvred the clothing down to Oikawa’s thighs.
As Hinata had felt, Oikawa’s dick was larger and fuller than his own. Its skin was perfectly taut, the size and shape of that of a fully grown man, plump, hard, it stood proud and erect pointing up towards the setter’s stomach, risen from a swirl of dark pubic hair. Oikawa couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction at Hinata’s wide-eyed wonder, the classic reaction of every person who he’d ever been intimate with.
With a trembling hand, Hinata reached out and grabbed the middle of Oikawa’s dick once again. Uncertain, he jerked the foreskin up and down quickly in short, sharp strokes –
‘Slower. And gently. Otherwise you’re going to make me cum too quickly. I want to enjoy this first, chibi-chan.’ Oikawa clamped his sweaty, pained hand over Hinata’s, ‘loosen up your grip a tiny bit – that’s it – slightly longer strokes but don’t pull down too hard -’
Oikawa guided Hinata. He closed his eyes as he continued to move Hinata’s hand along his shaft, not too far up, not too far down, slowly, emphatically, massaging his dick into that now almost-perfect grip –
‘Stroke me with just your fingers -’ Oikawa released his hand but kept his eyes closed as Hinata gently dragged his fingers up and down on the underside of Oikawa’s dick. ‘Firmer -’
Hinata obeyed and watched Oikawa’s face for a reaction. The setter was frowning and breathing steadily through his nose, the tiniest hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Hinata continued to push the foreskin up and down and, in a moment of daring, gently stroked one of Oikawa’s balls with the thumb of his other hand.
Oikawa breathed a sound of pleasure through his nose, threw his head back and sighed.
Purely experimenting, Hinata used the rest of his left hand to start delicately massaging Oikawa’s testes while his right hand continued to stroke Oikawa’s cock with ever so slightly more pressure. He glanced at the setter: Oikawa still had his eyes closed but his smile was more prominent. With a touch like the careful caresses Hinata used to dry the wounds on Oikawa’s hands, he ran a finger along the seam of Oikawa’s scrotum –
Hinata didn’t notice Oikawa bite his lip because he was so engrossed exploring skin, but he heard Oikawa’s breathing become louder and rapid. A hand pushed against Hinata’s and Hinata automatically wrapped his palm around Oikawa’s shaft again, as the setter began guiding Hinata’s hand with his own –
‘Tighter.’
Hinata slightly increased his grip and received a beautiful moan from Oikawa as a reward. It was faster this time, and Oikawa was holding Hinata’s hand with more pressure, using it with more urgency. Oikawa’s face was frowning in pleasure as he sucked in air. Oikawa let go and Hinata continued –
‘That’s it chibi-chan but I want to feel both of your hands -’
Hinata wrapped his left hand under his right. He managed to fit both his hands onto the setter’s dick and move that taut skin with the same pressure as instructed –
A hand shot out and gripped Hinata’s shoulder. Their eyes met.
Hinata saw it: the burning hunger in Oikawa’s eyes. So this… Hinata thought is what power he means…
Hinata defiantly stared back into the eyes of the cobra as he continued to move his hands, tugging and twisting up, with the same pressure but fractionally faster, pulling and releasing – the grip on Hinata’s shoulder tightened and Oikawa struggled to control himself: he could not look away from those melt-me buttery eyes but what those soft, soft hands were doing to him –
Hinata picked up the pace –
Oikawa writhed and moaned and closed his eyes under the spell of Hinata’s touch, panting, his other hand gripped the duvet above Hinata, without any direction needed Hinata stroked faster, and it was better, even better than the times Oikawa had masturbated, somehow the spiker had adjusted perfectly, the grip wasn’t too tight or too loose, the pressure and motion didn’t drag but was light and it built and kept building and even beyond that – the over-arching fact encasing all of this – that Oikawa could not believe – those gorgeous delicate hands were finally on him – this was real, and it was actually happening –
One of Oikawa’s hands clawed to a knot, gripping Hinata’s hair but Hinata didn’t stop, he kept going and going and going and going, Oikawa groaned, his entire body at the mercy of those delicate fingers and Hinata instinctively knew to keep pumping Oikawa faster and faster –
‘Ah -!’
Hinata watched in greedy satisfaction as Oikawa convulsed, his muscles jerking at episodic spasms, grunting and whimpering from the shooting pleasure in his brain and across his body. Oikawa’s face was scrunched up, he gripped Hinata’s hair even tighter, it hurt for the both of them, while the setter’s other hand held onto the bed covers. Even with the painful pull in Hinata’s hair, Hinata continued to coax Oikawa out of himself, the setter cumming onto the bed, into the small space between them, with some spurts hitting Hinata’s volleyball top, until there was none left. Oikawa-san’s reaction to my hands…. made Hinata’s loins stir.
Hinata gently let go of Oikawa and softly stroked him one last time before pulling the setter’s clothes carefully back up.
Oikawa was wheezing, his heart doing a million beats per minute. Still with his eyes closed, he felt the little crow shuffle back up on the bed, slotting a shoulder and neck onto Oikawa’s outstretched arm, before laying that pretty head on the pillow next to Oikawa’s. As he began to regain breath, Oikawa opened his eyes and found the most irresistible face in the world peering at him with a nervous, open, waiting expression, like a student about to be handed their final exam results.
Oikawa chuckled. ‘Come here you -’
With his open arm, Oikawa scooped Hinata to him unnecessarily – the crow practically flew into the embrace of the setter’s chest and received a long, hard kiss that made Hinata’s heart flutter.
Hinata felt the stickiness: of his own cum in his own boxers and now of Oikawa’s, on the bed, that had pressed into his weight as he’d closed the gap between them. But strangely, Hinata found that he didn’t mind. No. More than that – he liked the stickiness… it was a sign… of closeness… of intimacy… it now meant… he was even closer to Oikawa… right?
The setter stared into those golden honeycombed eyes.
‘You sure,’ Oikawa breathed, ‘you haven’t done this with someone else before?’
‘No I – was just guessing. Was that OK?’
Oikawa pressed his forehead against the spiker’s and closed his eyes.
‘You’re just good at everything I love,’ Oikawa whispered, breathless. ‘Volleyball and my body.’
Hinata made a slight movement and even with his eyes closed Oikawa knew that the crow had blushed. Oikawa grinned.
‘Shall we get cleaned up? Do you wanna shower? Together?’ Oikawa opened his eyes.
Hinata looked petrified.
Oikawa chuckled. ‘Or separately.’
Hinata nodded.
‘You OK?’
Hinata glanced past Oikawa and then returned his eyes to the setter. ‘That was my first time… doing something like that… with someone.’
‘How was it?’
‘It wasn’t as… embarrassing or awkward as I thought it would be. But I think that’s because it’s with you and I feel so comfortable around you.’
‘I’m glad to hear it.’
‘It felt… really good. I feel like… I want to do it… some more.’
A delicious grin spread across Oikawa’s face. ‘Oh don’t you worry, chibi-chan. We will.’
After they showered (separately) and changed, they ate some snacks, watched some TV briefly and then returned to the bed. It seemed habitual now – Hinata getting on first, being on the side closer to the wall and Oikawa following after. Hinata automatically hugged Oikawa and Oikawa hugged him back, closing his eyes in fluff ball bliss.
‘Was my hand OK?’ Oikawa whispered. ‘The bandage didn’t hurt you?’
‘A – a bit,’ Hinata admitted. ‘But your fingers felt… so nice.’
Oikawa grinned and squeezed the spiker. ‘You should’ve said. I would’ve stopped.’
‘I know but I… didn’t want you to stop.’
Oikawa sighed. ‘If you talk like that chibi-chan I’ll start up again.’
Hinata’s ego secretly swelled from the setter’s words. ‘What about you? Did your hand hurt?’
‘A bit. It looks like we both got hurt in the process.’
Hinata pulled back and Oikawa opened his eyes to look at the spiker.
‘Why didn’t you say?’
‘Because I wanted to touch you. And I wanted to make you feel good,’ Oikawa planted a kiss on Hinata’s forehead.
‘I’m sorry -’
‘You have nothing to apologise for chibi-chan. It was my own choice. Besides. I also enjoyed seeing you like that.’
Hinata blushed. ‘Y-you need to look after your hands.’
‘I know, I know,’ Oikawa swatted Hinata’s words away. ‘But I’d been… hoping for something like this for some time,’ he admitted.
‘So have I.’
They stared at each other, heads on separate pillows, limbs entangled. Oikawa’s eyes suddenly became determined.
‘I want to keep seeing you chibi-chan.’
The giant was finally slain. Those words were like a sweet flowery aroma that filled Hinata’s nostrils and made him dizzy. Hinata pursed his lips, trying to hide his glee.
‘Even after you become a master at serving,’ Oikawa added. ‘If you’re happy to keep seeing me.’
Hinata moved forward –
And kissed Oikawa on the mouth. Oikawa’s eyes fluttered in shock. Hinata withdrew, a beaming smile stretched across his face.
‘Yes,’ Hinata glowed. ‘I’m happy.’
In the dark confines of his room, Kageyama scrolled back towards the end of the recording, at 10:23 for the sixth time:
‘Do you really think it’s OK to talk to anyone let alone a team mate like that? And if you really actually cared about him this much wouldn’t it make more sense if you showed that to him instead of being demanding all the time?’
He couldn’t play the recording to Hinata like he’d planned to; Oikawa had not said a single bad thing about the dumbass.
Selfish, toxic and fake? Why that sounds like a certain first year setter I know who plays for Karasuno.
Fucking Oikawa.
Kageyama gripped his phone.
Monday. On Monday he would tell the team.
The screen went black plunging Kageyama into total darkness.
On Monday he would tell the team, they’ll all be against it, they’ll clamp down and Hinata –
Like an invisible mosquito, since earlier today, one image kept buzzing and attacking Kageyama, and no matter how much he tried to catch it, squash it or kill it, it kept coming back to him –
Those demon eyes on that angelic face.
What if –
Kageyama clenched his jaw.
What if it made them closer?
His conversation with Hinata hadn’t gone to plan neither had his confrontation with Oikawa. Telling the team –
What if that too backfired?
Do you really think it’s OK to talk to anyone let alone a team mate like that?
He could see it now: Hinata crying and running to Oikawa, who would welcome him with open arms, comfort him and tell him to come to Aoba Johsai –
Kageyama felt like he was going to be sick.
Shit.
Was it worth the risk? It could go either way.
And if they were meeting on Mondays and outside of school – Karasuno couldn’t monitor them.
Outside of school… were they meeting on weekends? Are they… meeting this weekend too?
Kageyama gripped his phone so tightly it would’ve been strangled to death if it were a living thing. Black-red fury pounded through his veins.
There had to be a way. To not make Hinata go to Oikawa but to go to Kageyama instead.
And if you really actually cared about him this much wouldn’t it make more sense if you showed that to him instead of being demanding all the time?
Was there? Was there a way to make Hinata leave Oikawa without the risk of pushing them closer?
If you really actually cared about him this much wouldn’t it make more sense if you showed that to him?
To tell the team…
Wouldn’t it make more sense if you showed that to him?
Was it worth the risk?
Wouldn’t it?
When Hinata entered the gym on Monday he immediately locked eyes with Kageyama and felt his stomach drop fifty floors down. The setter’s expression was unreadable but still Hinata could feel it: the doubling of power Kageyama now had in his revealed knowledge. Hinata held his head up high and stared challengingly back. I’m not going to let him intimidate me –
‘Hey Hinata!’
‘Oh hey Yamaguchi!’
It wasn’t the best practice he had. Perhaps because he could feel the hair stand on the back of his neck, knew Kageyama was watching his every move, thinking. The setter hadn’t said a word to him, even when he flunked a couple of spikes. But he noticed – several times Kageyama’s eyes roved down to the white knee brace Hinata wore, and it made Hinata feel like someone had plunged him into deep, icy water.
Hinata forced himself to smile and play. But the gym was too stuffy, time was too slow and his laughter sounded hollow. At the end of practice, as a smidgen of relief started settling into the spiker, as his warm sweat started turning cold, and he trusted that maybe, just maybe Kageyama wouldn’t say anything –
‘Hinata.’
His blood froze.
The way Kageyama had said his name was forceful, louder than usual. It attracted the attention of several other teammates who braced themselves for what was about to go down.
Hinata turned to the larger crow. Even if he was scared, even if it would be hard, he made sure his eyes said only one thing –
You won’t stop me.
‘You’re -’
Seeing Oikawa.
You’re seeing Oikawa.
Hinata, you’re seeing Oikawa in secret because he’s teaching you how to serve, isn’t he?
He could hear it. Those words. He could see them in Kageyama’s eyes.
Hinata braced himself and felt the moments stretch into eternity.
The setter stared intensely back at him and said –
‘You’re doing really well.’
Hinata’s jaw dropped to the floor as Kageyama turned away, awkward, and busied himself trying to collect some volleyballs off the floor just to clumsily drop them all.
He heard someone snort behind him and turned –
‘What the -?’ Tanaka began, close to hysterics and Suga clamped a hand over Tanaka’s mouth to try and stifle the howl of laughter.
‘Good feedback Kageyama!’ Suga yelled instead.
But…
Hinata watched as Kageyama didn’t meet his gaze and looked as if the setter wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
I played terribly today… and he’s –
Hinata observed Kageyama stab his feet into his shoes and stumble free of the gym –
Not saying anything about Oikawa?
Tuesday. Lunchtime. Hinata was surrounded by classmates in the classroom, laughing and talking animatedly.
‘Hinata?’
Hinata almost dropped his knob of rice from his bento box. He would recognise that voice anywhere. His classmates opened up the group and stopped talking to stare at the surly black-haired boy who they knew was a volleyball teammate.
‘Excuse me, I’ll be right back!’
Hinata followed Kageyama out of the classroom and into the corridor. He had barely crossed over the threshold when Kageyama thrust something into his hands –
‘I, uh, h-had a spare curry bun so I thought you might like it,’ Kageyama spoke not making eye contact but looking out of the window.
‘Huh?’ Hinata looked down at the newly wrapped curry bun in his hands.
‘I said I got you a – I mean I – was too full to have another one so you can have it! Moron. No not moron, I meant, er, um, H-Hinata -’
‘Are you feeling OK, Kageyama?’
‘Yes you dumbass I’m feeling fine do you want the curry bun or not? It’s beef and onion – your favourite -’
How does he know this is my favourite?
‘Um, sure. Thanks!’ Hinata smiled up at the setter and Kageyama felt the shadows fade.
‘S-see you in practice -’ Kageyama turned and began walking away.
‘Kageyama.’
The setter stopped and turned back to the little redhead.
‘Thank you,’ Hinata said, ‘for not saying anything.’
Kageyama’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t say anything. He turned once again and as he stormed off he thought –
Yet.
For not saying anything yet.
On Tuesday night Hinata’s heart puffed, glowed and bloomed like a luminescent jellyfish. His Japanese homework was strung out across his desk forgotten as he lay on his bed on his belly, messaging a certain someone. He had not mentioned Kageyama. He found no reason to make the upperclassman worried or involved especially as it now looked like the first year was accepting the situation. Not only that but… a part of Hinata feared that if Oikawa knew that Kageyama knew, and that he might grass to Karasuno, even if Hinata wanted to keep seeing Oikawa, Oikawa might call it off…
Yes. Under no circumstance could Oikawa know although… it didn’t sit right. Hinata wasn’t used to hiding things. And for some reason he especially didn’t like hiding something from Oikawa. But the cobra’s smooth texts and enchanting attention was too distracting for Hinata to focus on anything else –
Oikawa then sent a message:
What do you think about a practice match between Karasuno and Seijoh this Sunday? If you’re game I can make it happen.
Wednesday.
Oh no.
Kageyama observed, with his intestines in a knot, how every ten minutes or so Hinata kept glancing at the clock. The spiker was louder and more enthusiastic than usual. But today was a Wednesday not a Monday –
Fuck.
They’re not following a pattern anymore. They both have practice yet they’re still meeting?
Wait. It might not be Oikawa. It might be someone else –
But Hinata only looked at the clock this much when he was meeting Oikawa on Mondays…
Kageyama felt like he’d swallowed a gallon of sea water. And there was this other feeling he couldn’t explain, like he was losing something or in a more general sense, he was just losing…
And just when Kageyama thought it couldn’t get any worse –
‘We have – a practice match – against – Seijoh – this – Sunday -!’ the club adviser spewed out almost collapsing at the threshold.
‘Good job specs!’
‘Seijoh!’ everyone uttered, nervous and thunderstruck.
‘I wonder why -’
Kageyama’s eyes went to Hinata who didn’t look in the least bit surprised.
He knew.
Like sands in an hourglass, or water in cupped hands, Kageyama felt like something was running out or slipping away – he had to do something –
‘Er, Suga – can I talk to you for a minute? Outside?’
‘Sure.’
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Kageyama turned to the upperclassman –
‘D-don’t you think it’s strange? Hinata’s improvement… at serving?’
Suga stared at his kohai. Sure Kageyama looked calm but he had a strange fire in his eyes.
‘Hmm, no not really. He may be a few years behind you but he is a hard worker -’
‘But he improved so drastically, suddenly, after the earthquake, didn’t he?’ Kageyama searched Suga’s eyes. ‘Didn’t he??’
Suga placed his hands on his hips. ‘What are you trying to say?’
Kageyama floundered. Suga raised his eyebrows.
‘Hinata -’
Red demon eyes.
You think that will stop me?
‘Kageyama? What is it?’
Hinata. And Oikawa. Even closer.
Kageyama closed his eyes.
‘Something about Hinata?’ Suga pressed. ‘Look, I know you two are rivals but you shouldn’t be worried about him improving. It’s a good thing. For you and for the team –'
‘No that’s not it -’
‘Then what is it?’
Grey, patient eyes stared back at Kageyama.
‘It’s -’
Suga raised his eyebrows.
‘It’s -’ he started again.
If he told, there was no going back –
‘Nothing.’ Kageyama sighed and lowered his head.
I can’t be the reason he runs to Oikawa.
I just can’t.
‘It’s nothing.’
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