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[Letting out a little noise with his hand being smacked out of the way, Oikawa practically pouts and crosses his arms, shifting his feet - he's not, but he could pretend like he is, but that would interrupt the studying. He doesn't intend for it to go that far.]

No. I'm fine, keep going. If I am getting sick, you'll be medically capable of taking care of me anyway after all this studying.

it's fine it's fine gosh

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Shhh, you're fine. It's fine.

[Letting Iwaizumi turn his head to look away and stare at the wall, Oikawa just fills in the other space to block anyone from seeing him. Settling down again and continuing to sooth his hand against his neck and into his hair while tucking his face against his neck, Oikawa keeps up the quiet words even as his other arm squeezes Iwaizumi to him in a fierce hug.

We're right here.]

If I can't apologize, you can't apologize. It's fine, Iwa-chan. [Breathing in deep, as if it's a cue for Iwaizumi to breathe with him, he stays like that for now with easy inhales and exhales.]

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[He lets out a sigh of exasperation.] I can't do anything with your arms like this, shift them.

[He nudges his arms, still not convinced but he drops it for now. If anything, pushing Oikawa only draws him in on himself more so...] Just a few more left.

chews on you

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[His breath shakes softly, evening out now that he's partially hidden and now that Oikawa gives him a frame to work with. Slow, deep breaths. He's still shivering, biting back images that keep flashing but it's slowing now. The words help a lot. It grounds him.]

Shut up, this is different. [But his voice still cracks in places, it'll take a little more time for him to calm down fully.]

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i suppose you could fight tobio-chan for the wall space and put the volleyball bin between you two

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Or we can put both of you in the bin and then solve the problem of space in one go.

whines

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It's not that different.

[His voice stays soft, trying to keep talking just so Iwaizumi can hear him saying anything. There's nothing to say though, and eventually Oikawa just takes to humming tunelessly under his breath, trying to be quiet to not wake the others more than they may already be awake, but Iwaizumi needs the sound. He keeps up the breathing between hums, the hand in his hair moving to wipe those almost tears away and just stay there to hold on.]

Iwa-chan, do we need to go for a bathroom walk? [If he wants to go wash his face, Oikawa will go with him.]

licks :U

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It's enough. [He grumbles it back, even if his voice is still low. It's hard to keep it level when his voice is still shaking, clearly wanting to get her out of the location to recover. The offer is tempting, but he doesn't need it right now.

Instead:] Just roll to the side, you're crushing me.

[That's not it at all, it's for ease of clinging onto him.]

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[Shifting, almost wiggling where he laid, Oikawa eventually uncrosses his arms to rest his hands on his stomach again with a puff of breath and eventually manage to flick his eyes back over. The feeling hasn't exactly dissipated, but normal antics made him calm down.]

I should get something good for holding still for so long. [Like a ki---cupcake. He wants a cupcake. Sweetness. Right. Yup.]

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Hehe, yeah, we've been friends for as long as we can remember! Our birthdays are just a month apart and our moms were really good friends, and I know there are pictures of us in our diapers just clinging to each other... so he's stuck with me forever~

[Laughing a little about it, remembering the pictures themselves with a fond expression, Oikawa moves to pick up one of the volleyballs from the bin and toss it lightly in Keisuke's direction; let's play catch, buddy, now that I've got your eye contact.]

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Oh... [And he thought he'd known Akira for a long time. He's not even sure how long it's been—more than ten years, but his memories from the orphanage were so cloudy (when he could remember something at all). They had been kids, sure, but not babies...]

You must know one another really well then, huh... [He'd started to get the instinct to look away (habit), but Oikawa picking up a ball and tossing it at him snapped his attention back. Keisuke catches it easily, largely without thinking. He's a clumsy guy, but he has odd moments where good instinctual reflexes shine through. It's just whenever he's actually thinking about something that he fucks it up...

He doesn't recognize whatever sort of ball it is. Most of the sports he doesn't really recognize—the only sport that'd been anything worth talking about back home had been Bl@ster. He draws the ball toward his chest, tossing it back to Oikawa.] It's... well, it's not good you're here, but it's good you're both here to depend on one another. [His words seem a little heavy.]

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[ Kuroo raises an eyebrow so far up it's swimming in the clouds. Uh, dude? ]

Who do you think?

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[He glances up when Oikawa speaks, looking for the kidneys next, even though they're technically at the back. He pauses first, eyes narrowing.] I won't smack you for demanding something?

[You offered to do this??? Weirdo. He checks the kidneys then, covering the liver and other organs one by one. When he reaches the stomach he nudges at Oikawa's hands.]

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Are you trying to call me fat.

[The joke is there for Iwaizumi to take, so he can hide that shaking voice as Oikawa doesn't move just yet so the full impact can be there - he offers a smile even despite the implication that he's too heavy.]

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Yeah. Now shift over. [He jabs him in the side for extra effect, shifting down enough to tuck his head under Oikawa's chin. It feels safer like that, after all, especially when his arm curves over his side and their limbs tangle a little more.]

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[Sticking his tongue out childishly, but wiggling his hands before lifting them, Oikawa flops them over his head since he doesn't need them anymore.]

A cupcake. Let's go get a snack before you burn yourself out.

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So meeean.

[Softly squawking at the jab and shifting, moving with a small laugh in the end as Iwaizumi tucks in closer, Oikawa just curls his arms around and fusses one hand into spiky hair, rubbing his chin quietly into place and shutting his eyes again - because as much as he likes curling up against his friend, this seems just as comfortable in the end.]

Better?

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A cupcake? [He glances up, finishing off then and shutting the book with a snap.] Isn't it nearly dinner anyway?

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Yeah. [It's smaller this time, softer as he curls into the other, exhaling as a hand winds into his hair. His own hand ends up trapped between them, holding onto Oikawa's shirt. He can't sleep just yet, but he feels calmer now.]

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I'd take milk bread if the cafeteria would ever have any, but a cupcake will do.

[Rolling and moving to sit up, he shifts to start pulling his shoes back on like he didn't have any revelations throughout this entire studying session.]

Hey, if you want to do this again, I'm always free. [Oikawa makes a point of not looking up while saying this though, ignoring the feeling of his ears feeling hot because - it's an excuse to let him handle him again. What a dumb feeling, jeez, and yet he's going to encourage it if he can.]

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Sleep it off, Iwa-chan.

[He knows he probably won't fall asleep right away, but saying it makes it seem like he can lie to himself, that Iwaizumi will fall asleep before he does. Rubbing his chin again and continuing to comb Iwaizumi's hair with lazy motions, Oikawa starts humming again quietly. It's probably some tv show theme song, like X-files - familiar enough to maybe catch.]

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Shouldn't you be eating fruit rather than sweets? [He doesn't kick him in the ass for it, at least. Not when he's offering to be his guinea pig whenever he needs him to be. Instead he glances down at the book, grip tightening.]

Thanks though, I'll probably need to take you up on that offer.

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[He's more conscious of who else is in the room to sleep right away, ears prickling to listen out for any whispers or anything like that ... waking up like he did... isn't it a sign of weakness in a way? He's trying, but his subconscious isn't letting him rest.

He doesn't reply to anything else, going quiet as he listens to the humming, eyes fluttering because of the familiarity (and how many times he probably fell asleep to that trash).]

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I'll look for a strawberry cupcake then. I've been doing a lot better about eating fruits anyway!!

[Puffing lightly, making a show of it when he finishes with his shoes and stands, Oikawa easily moves to slip an arm around his shoulders and just tug - let's go, let's go eat.]

Okay, okay, call me anytime, Iwa-chan.

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That's the best you can come up with? [He's just doing it to be an ass at the moment though, when they get there he'll even hand him a cupcake himself. First things first though--]

Let me just leave this in my locker on the way.

[Because that's one thing he doesn't want to get lost.]