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[ Kuroo hasn’t really been mentioning it all that much, but he’s been stealing naps all by his lonesome in the daylight—mostly because he absolutely refuses to call those two out on the noises they tend to make. It wasn’t their fault that they were dealing with so much trauma, but this…

They’re lucky he’s sleeping facing away from them, or they might have seen even the slightest twitch of his lips when the conversation careens from being a very different kind of suggestive. It’s a damn shame that he can’t really get a good look at their faces, however. He wonders if the introduction of a third player into this little love game should warrant that much of a reaction, anyway.

Regardless, like Oikawa’s kidneys, Kuroo finds that he’s no longer able to hold himself back, and immediately raises his hand from where he’d been lying on his side, with that thin blanket draped over his shoulders, and with his head resting on top of his schoolbag. ]

So do I. Mind if I come with~? [ He sits up, smiling lewdly in the dark. ]

I forgot to track this..gj liah

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[Maybe it wasn't too weird that it came right after, he's about to say he'll go with him when he hears Kuroo pipe up, saying he wanted to go. The fact that he heard that, mind you, probably means that he's heard other things too.

Just kill him now, honestly.]

Makes sense, he shouldn't go alone anyway.

[There's strain in his voice though, as if he wants to ask just how much of that Kuroo heard. Hopefully not too much. It's why he rolls onto his front and promptly stuffs his face in the pillow Oikawa had pushed over, finding that his face feels hotter now. Fuck.]

IT COOL HAHAH i was gonna remind you soon

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[Oikawa wanted to go alone, in all honesty, but he knew logically it would be a mistake. At least with Iwaizumi embarrassed and Kuroo willing to go, he just beams and leans over to ruffle Iwaizumi's hair while dragging the blanket over those red ears with a little laugh and moves to stand up.]

Sure sure, let's go, Kuro-chan~

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[ Nope sorry Zoomy even he's not that much of a dick—even after everything. Kuroo will only take that moment to grin openly, revealing to Oikawa at least that he's heard every word of it.

He even leers at Iwaizumi, just because. ]

Sure, sure, it's no big deal~ [ Except of course it is, because it's lights out and he doesn't really relish the idea of having to navigate through shifting hallways just so his highness can take his royal piss and ]

Iwaizumi can jack off in peace then.

KUROO?????????????

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[When Oikawa pulls the blanket up he hopes that's it, that he can lay there to die underneath the material. Sadly, that dream is not realised. As soon as Kuroo is finished speaking he's reaching for the pillow, lobbing it at his head.]

I'm not going to!

[Nevermind being quiet, apparently.]

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[At least he's laughing a bit with those words and Kuroo's grin - ah, so he really did hear it all. Maybe he didn't catch the things Iwaizumi didn't catch either, and concentrated more on flustering Iwa-chan. Intercepting the pillow with a catch and dropping it back on Iwaizumi's blanket, Oikawa hooks an arm around Kuroo's shoulders to lightly drag him out the door.]

Have fun, Iwa-chan~~~

[Once they're out of the storage room and Oikawa can shut the door behind them, he lets go only to stuff his hands in his pockets and head for the locker rooms - bathrooms located in the gym sure are handy.]

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Hey! [ He laughs (he sure didn’t promise not to), taking a step back to dodge the missile before Oikawa intercepts it instead. He doesn’t need to sustain any more injuries from you, Iwaizumi, thanks. ]

Y’know… [ —he begins, once Iwaizumi is out of earshot— ] For a moment I thought he meant you.

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Hm? Me? What, about the crush?

[Turning slightly to walk backwards while giving Kuroo a curious look, Oikawa tilted his head before laughing a little and turning right back around just in time to push the bathroom door open.]

No way, he wouldn't talk to me about it if it were actually me. Who is dumb enough to do that?

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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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Okay, he could be that dumb, but he's not. Iwa-chan is a big shy dummy when it comes to feelings like that - seriously, it's not me.

[He wouldn't fall for someone like me, sits on the tip of Oikawa's tongue, and then he's ignoring it. Ignoring that awkward feeling and just moving to step into a stall and shut the door behind him. He may as well try to piss since he came all the way out here.]

You don't have to worry, my good looks are still on the open market, Kuro-chan!

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I’ll keep that in mind. [ Man, why is he learning more and more about the Seijohs whenever it’s past his bedtime? His friendship skills might need a bit more tweaking there.

But he doesn’t know enough to figure out whether or not he’s dealing with some serious denial from both parties here. He figures it doesn’t quite matter at the moment, not when more important things are afoot.

Namely: ]

So, did you really want to take a piss? [ Or is he trying to get away from something… ]

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I'm taking a piss, aren't I?

[There's minor sounds of clothing being undone before a tinkle lets out and Oikawa is ignoring the strangeness that is carrying a conversation while peeing. At least he can see that there's toilet paper, there won't be any awkwardness in that regard. Thank god.]

I thought you said you had to pee too. [No, please, go ahead and stand outside the bathroom, I'd like to get the rest of these stewing thoughts out of my head by making obscene faces in the mirrors.]

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[ For all he knows he could be jacking off in there. These Seijohs, man. ]

I don’t feel like it anymore. [ Which is a stupid answer, but he wants an excuse to fucking stay put and listen, all right? Oikawa can’t have wanted to escape the conversation just for a pee. The atmosphere’s been a little too tense for that. ]

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Try going two drops anyway. We're not coming back in five minutes.

[Honestly he really didn't have to either, but now that he's here, he might as well. It doesn't last long before he's zipping up and coming out of the stall to wash his hands, expression a bit more muted because he's still thinking too much.]

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Fine, fine~ [ Why not? He knows how the Seijohs feel about cats peeing outside of their litterbox.

He peers over the stall as the other washes his hands. ]

Do you tell him to pee, too? [ The question is a little more layered than that, of course. Given the condition of Iwaizumi’s hand, he can’t help but feel curious. ]

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Not really. He's the responsible one. He'd rather dance in his seat for twenty minutes until he can't take it anymore than tell me he doesn't need to go after all the effort of going through to get his pants for him.

[Washing his hands, then bending to dunk his head under the faucet, Oikawa stays under the water for a few moments with his arms leaning on the edges of the sink. Seriously though, what kind of question is that?]

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[ A stupid one, and he knows it.

Kuroo hums thoughtfully, the door still creaking under the weight of his fat kitty ass. ]

He really worries about you a lot, doesn’t he… [ Worried enough about him to beat him up for a legit accident, but hey. ]

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Heeeh, you wouldn't think so for all his complaints about my terrible personality and headbutts.

[He answers a bit garbled from under the water, but with the water running past his ears rather than over them, he still hears that comment. Chuckling a bit dryly, going quiet again almost as quickly as the humor came, he eventually moves to get out from under the faucet and drip dry like that over the sink.]

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[ Kuroo hears the gist of it, as he zips up his pants and draws a bit nearer, just to ruffle the other guy’s hair while he’s down. ]

I can see where it comes from, though it’s kind of easy to lose sight of it, isn’t it? Especially when you’re real close like that.

[ Blockers’ wisdom. You focus too much on what’s in front of you and eventually you’ll end up with a kind of tunnel vision, which does fuckall to help you in a match when keeping your eyes on the big picture is so important. ]

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It's just part of our friendship~

[Snorting at the ruffling and squinting with water droplets going everywhere, Oikawa shakes his head and reaches up to comb all of his hair back now to fix it from what the ruffle possibly ruined of his hairstyle. Not that this was going to look any better, it was now just a fluffy mess - this is why Oikawa was grateful he had a hairbrush in his things. Combing it out with his hands now to try and get it less fluffy, he gave Kuroo a cheeky sort of smile.]

It feels a little like you're suddenly curious about us, is it just because we hadn't gotten to meet before? [Or are you a nosy busybody like I am.]

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[ He looks a lot cuter with his hair all messed up, though… ]

Maybe a little bit of both… [ Gotta update the burn book after all, Regina George. That, and it’s hard not to be curious about the kind of relationship that prompts a guy to beat you up for getting the other half in an accident. Most people would just brush it off since he was out of his mind, but this… ]

I got a friend who’s kind of a buzzkill, too. [ Oh, Kenma. ]

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[He could imitate that bedhead hairstyle but that might be too attractive, he has to turn some of his charm down or he'd have too many suitors all at once, you know?

Oikawa lets out a little laugh though at the word, buzzkill, and when he manages enough of hairstyle to resemble his usual one, he plants his hands on his hips and gives Kuroo a wide grin.]

Haa? Is that so? Childhood or otherwise, and while I can't exactly prove anything, Iwa-chan isn't so much a buzzkill as just easy to piss off. He's really a fun loving guy, when he's with the right crowd. Right now he's just being everyone's mother, so he ends up worrying about literally everyone he has met.

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[ And he wouldn’t want the boys to smother him with a pillow, too… ]

Yeah, I’m getting that vibe from him. [ The worrying. ] He really is fun to provoke though. Sometimes.

[ And the truth comes to light. ]

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Hahhaha, he really is......... except he gets physical with me, jeez, I've been smacked and headbutted more times than I could count!

[The truest of truths.]

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He has a pretty physical way of worrying, doesn't he? [ Then again, that could also translate to his being totally into him. Who knows? ]

Especially with us frivolous idiots.