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How could it have been bliss without me? You clung to me in your sleep just as much as I clung to you, when we were toddlers.

[At least the table makes more sense now though with that explanation, and Oikawa shakes his head, waving mildly as he moves to it and removes his shoes, before sitting up on the edge.] No no, it's fine. I'm not really busy, I have a lot of free time for hardly going to classes.

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"We were toddlers" is the key in that sentence, dumbass. Lay down. [His hand reaches out as soon as Oikawa's shoes are off and he's on the table, indicating for him to lay on his back on the table. Now he's agreed, he's not going to have much free time to leave, so.]

You'll need to stay still, so if you want to nap, now's the chance.

[He'll chide him for constantly skipping later.]

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[Laughing lightly and easily picking up his legs to flop over, then shift until he was laying on his back, Oikawa lifts both arms to prop his head up and give him a playful smile.]

If I doze, I'll doze. Now just because we were toddlers doesn't mean anything, jeeez. You make it sound like you regret being my best friend, that's so mean.

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Hands down, how am I supposed to remember parts in the arms if you're covering half of them? Here.

[He pulls off his jacket, scrunches it up to put under his head. That way Oikawa's head is supported without his arms out of the way.] Just stay still and stop complaining.

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I'd move when you got there!

[Oikawa gladly takes the bunched jacket though, bringing his arms down to set his hands on his stomach and just wait then with this amused chuckle. He really was being serious about learning all this.]

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[He glares down at him for that, but makes no move to shut him up. Instead, he says:] If you're going to laugh all the way through I'll go ask someone else after all.

I'll start up here first though.

[With the book propped up in view and his hand on Oikawa's head he starts reciting the parts, trying to remember without looking. There's a soft murmur of "Cranium, frontalis, orbit, nasal, pinna..." as he works his way over Oikawa's face. He indicates for him to keep his eyes and mouth shut, but maybe it won't help.]

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[He's still chuckling under his breath, but he does as he is asked and shuts his eyes in the end, saying nothing else. It's kind of relaxing in the end, laying there with his eyes closed and Iwaizumi's hand hovering over his face while he traces or points out various spots and mumbles the name. Oikawa isn't going to fall asleep, but he ends up concentrating on where Iwaizumi's hand is and trying to memorize with him the names.]

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[It's much easier to concentrate once Oikawa actually quietens and stays still. There's no time to be proud of pleased though, considering his hand is brushing over his cheek bones ("Zygomatic arch") next, followed by the actual cheeks ("Malar region"). His hand lowers further, tapping the side of his mouth ("Oral cavity" hm...) and his thumb grazes over his lower lip, labelling that too.

His index finger of his left hand traces his lower jaw, murmuring "Mandible" to himself followed by the upper jaw: "Maxilla". To say he's only spent the best part of the week studying these he's doing pretty well so far.]

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[It almost feels like he's memorizing his face with all this attention, even though Oikawa knows it's facial structure that Iwaizumi is trying to memorize, not his face as in him being ... he almost opens his eyes, lashes fluttering briefly with the thumb grazing his mouth. It's a touch he hadn't been expecting, even if he knew he was going to be literally touched all over the face for this. Swallowing, knitting his eyebrows together to keep his eyes shut even when the trace along his lower jaw makes it slacken a bit, the touch is almost forcing him to relax more than he really thought he could.

Exhaling this quiet breath and breathing in deep through his nose, like he could pass any of the idle thoughts off as just daydreaming, Oikawa exhaled again a little too quickly.]

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[There's a crumple of paper as he checks the book for the next part, frustrated that this is the part he's got down the most so far. He's not really seeing Oikawa's expression so much as the bones and skin that make up his expression, too focused to actually consider if he's uncomfortable or not.

Next, his hand curls over his chin, mouth murmuring that name next ("mentis") then down to curve his palm over his voice box ("Larnyx"), Adam's apple ("Thyroid Cartilage") and to the Manubrial Notch where it meets the oesophagus. His hand lingers there as he checks the paper, trying to get the placement correct.]

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[He'd argue that he isn't uncomfortable, but being too comfortable is kind of strange. All he's doing is touching his face. Oikawa usually hates it when people touch his face, he'd have to go wash it from finger grease and even when Iwaizumi's hand dips past his chin and traces over his throat, all he ends up doing is swallowing again a little harder and thinking he should have brought a water bottle. When did he end up feeling so thirsty?]

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Tch. [It comes out softly as he shifts his hand then repeats Manubrial Notch, finally dropping his hand to rest it over Oikawa's collar bone. His eyes close, brow furrows as he tries to remember without peeking, finally saying "Clavicals" to finish that part. His hand squeezes Oikawa's shoulder next, kind of like a praise for being so quiet and hanging in there. So far he's doing well, after all.] Deltoid and... [His hand trails down, holding his upper arm, murmuring "bicep" and "humerus" under his breath.

His hand curves to rest on the elbow, teeth biting his lip as he tries to remember, and that's another he has to check. This time he murmurs "Olecranon" to himself five times, trying to get it to sink in.]

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[There comes almost a sigh of relief when Iwaizumi's hand goes past his face and throat finally - maybe he just has sensitive skin there, maybe that's why it left such a tingle and he almost wanted to scratch his nose. Cracking his eyes open briefly at that squeeze on his shoulder, lip curving up in a bit of a smile - he still stays quiet. His hand was fairly warm where he left it though, and after shifting his eyes to just watch Iwaizumi's hand, Oikawa tries to blot out all the idle thoughts running through his head.

Shut up brain, he just wants to feel this.]

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[He barely notices that Oikawa opens his eyes, naming the ulnar nerve then the radius, he twists Oikawa's hand around, revealing the underneath of his arm and labelling that ulna. His thumb swipes over his wrist, muttering "metacarpals" as he passes the skin. He taps his hand next, letting out a breath as he murmurs "carpals" and when his fingers graze Oikawa's there's a hint of something sadder there. "Phalanges" is the label that goes with that, then his hand is pulling away.]

Bend your knee up. [It's the first time he turns to Oikawa as if he is a person, but it's going to be easier to feel the different joints with access to the underneath too.]

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[Curling his fingers briefly in place when Iwaizumi's hand slips over his wrist and taps into his palm, Oikawa can feel the smile on his face disappear with fingers grazing his own and he can hear it, that sadness in his murmurings. Fingers. Things to take for granted. Iwaizumi was already pulling his hand away since he had the name correct and any fleeting thoughts Oikawa might have had are being interrupted by the request.

Blinking slowly, wondering for a moment why he feels mildly hazy for all this studying, all it is is studying, Oikawa exhales a breath with a sound of acknowledgement before bending his left knee and shifting his foot partway up where it slides on the table. He doesn't outright lift it, but Iwaizumi is free to manipulate him as he pleases.]

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[Really he just presumes he's getting sleepy more than anything else. It's probably better that he sleeps, he thinks, because he'll need to cover organs as well as bones when he gets to Oikawa's chest and that'll take a while to remember the positions. With his leg his starts with the feet, repeating the same word ("Phalanges") as he skims them and moves under and up. The arch of his foot makes him pause for a minute, scowling as he struggles to remember the word ("Meta... Meta... Meta...") finally resting on ("Metatarsals"). He slides his hand to his heel, pausing again in frustration because it's not as easy to remember parts of the leg compared to the arm.

He's only really had to focus on knees before, whereas hand or arm injuries were more obvious before.

After three or so minutes he finally grumbles ("Calcaneus") and twists his hand to squeeze Oikawa's ankle lightly. ("Mi.... Mi.... Fuck--") He checks the book again, doing the same as before and repeating ("Malleoli") five or so times to memorise it.]

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[Maybe he really is getting sleepy, it's all he can attribute to feeling so strangely calm and sedated. Exhaling this easier little hum with the hand on his ankle, away from the bottom of his foot where it tickled for just a minute, Oikawa shifts his other foot to flop his leg open to make himself more comfortable. He's really content to lay there and do nothing, he really is, but Iwaizumi's hands running over him are making him relax and get antsy all at once.

Mgh what is going on with this, this is normal contact.]

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[His hand presses against the back of his leg, twisting around as he works his way to his knee. He says "Tibia" on the way, staring intently this time because... well, like his fingers Oikawa's knee has always been a problem until recently. He lingers over the joint, murmuring more softly this time when he says "Patella".

He rests his hand on his thigh next, touch light as he glances back at the book to double check the names, softly whispering "femur and quadriceps".]

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[Usually, Oikawa's knee would look red and a little swollen and have a few odd miscolorings in the skin - now it looks like a normal, healthy knee. Nothing out of joint, no bruises from wrapping the brace too tight, no red fingerprint marks of digging his thumbs to press the knee cap back into place. Drifting his hand a little after Iwaizumi's, briefly scratching his knee because it felt so strange to have Iwaizumi's hand on it this time, Oikawa shuts his eyes despite the want to watch when his hand rises up higher.

His skin is starting to feel tingly again, maybe he really is falling asleep and this is what it feels like to fight it when he knows he's safe and secure and a nap wouldn't hurt. Something bothers him about all this, even though he knows it's just touch, that's all it is. In the end with a shift to roll his head and set it the other way, he opens his eyes to look down and watch again, ignoring the sensations that make goosebumps start crawling after Iwaizumi's hand.]

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[He's glad that he doesn't have to worry about it now, glad that they're able to move on from all the pain he's had to go through with it. There's still a worry it'll all happen again though, knowing how reckless Oikawa can be.

With his arms and legs finished though he moves back up, flicking the page of his book to concentrate on the main organs. He's too busy staring at the book to notice Oikawa watching, and this time he uses two hands to press where he works out his lungs to be.]

Breathe in and out. Deeply.

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[When Iwaizumi moves to press both hands to his chest and play doctor by asking that, Oikawa doesn't have it in him for a moment to tease him. Just turning his eyes up to watch his face, to watch him looking off at the book, he breathes in as deep as he can through his nose before exhaling slowly through his mouth.]

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[He waits for it, staring down at his chest rather than Oikawa's face to try and link the image on the paper with the body in front of him. He doesn't even glance up, gaze focused as he flattens his palm, grinning when he works out where the lungs are.]

Lungs: Pulmonary system.

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[In the end, Oikawa comes to a startling conclusion that leaves him just quietly staring up at that grin and focussed gaze and realizes he is really enjoying Iwaizumi's hands on him. This is dumb. He can't have actually gone and fallen for him, right? This is just touching, but the sense of trust he has in him to do nothing but touch him and learn his medical terms leaves him letting out this small laugh and lifting a hand to cover his face.

Ah, he interrupted the silence that was otherwise Iwaizumi mumbling under his breath, whoops.]

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[It's true, the laugh breaks whatever direction he was about to take, his concentration momentarily snapped as he looks up at Oikawa.] Does it tickle there or something? I can do it lighter.

[He has no idea that any of this has been weird, of course, thinking only of the procedures and places within the body rather than the feeling touching might cause.]

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No, no. I'm fine.

[Waving his other hand, shifting and squirming as if to just get comfortable again, Oikawa wouldn't bring his hand off his face just yet to cover the mild mortification he was feeling. It wasn't just embarrassing to hit this realization, he couldn't say it. He could never say it, he's far happier just as they are and yet the idea has settled in and Oikawa can't completely blot it out of his head just yet.]

Keep going. Sorry.