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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.

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If you say so.

[He trusts Oikawa to be honest with him where it counts, so after a confused blink in his direction, he just shrugs it off, filing it away for later. Then, however, his hand is pressing a little to the left of the middle of his chest, feeling for the beat against his palm.]

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[Iwaizumi will find that despite how calm and amused Oikawa is managing to make himself come off as, his heartbeat is thumping away a little too fast for how little he's moving and for a moment, Oikawa is left hoping he doesn't ask. Still rubbing his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, he turns his head to look away at the opposite wall instead while he takes in the feeling of his hand over his heart. If he didn't know Iwaizumi was obviously just looking for the heart for his studying, he'd joke about romantic gestures.]

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[Yeah, sorry Oikawa, there's nothing romantic in this at all. Nor is he that lucky. He frowns as he feels his heartbeat, and the only way he gets away with Iwaizumi not counting is because he doesn't have a watch to time a minute with.



It's definitely too fast though.]

You're not getting sick are you?

[His hand moves to press the back against Oikawa's forehead, slapping his hand away so his route isn't blocked.] We can leave it there for now if you are.

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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.

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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.

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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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[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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[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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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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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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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.