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[ But he does get a raised eyebrow for the latter response. Kuroo's a firm believer in the whole nothing is as it seems kind of deal, so…

As soon as the bell rings he's getting up, hauling his ass over to Oikawa's desk, grabbing him by the collar of his blazer, and dragging him outside with a wink and a smile. ]

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[With the bell ringing, Oikawa was taking his damn sweet time in shoving his phone in his pocket and resting his chin in his hands, watching Kuroo come over - but that grab and drag came as enough of a surprise that he ended up laughing a bit and giving him an eyebrow wraggle before moving to pick up his steps to keep up.]

You're so eager for my company, Kuro-chan!

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I know you can’t wait to get your hands on me. [ Literally and figuratively. Should he have sashayed all proper like at him? Oh well. Imagine he’d done so, because now they’re exiting the classroom and Kuroo’s only pulling him closer, till Oikawa has no other choice but to stumble after him.

And maybe get his chin on his shoulder aw yeah ]

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[For someone to actively engage into so much personal space is honestly fairly new - usually Oikawa uses it as a tactic to bulldoze someone into something through sheer force of personality and mild invasion of personal space. He doesn't get the feeling it's exactly that in this instance... though force of personality is definitely being judged. For once, someone taller than him, if only by an inch. Is it just something in the water, in Tokyo?

There's no shrug to get Kuroo to let go, nor to make him move; Oikawa even reaches back to flick some of that bedhead and chuckle more.]

I feel like we need to go somewhere so much more private, but the thrill of being out in the open like this, doesn't it just call to you? [With settling that close though, Kuroo is bound to notice the slight difference in Oikawa's steps; one leg is being favored the tiniest bit and it shows in the almost stumble he had to catch up.]

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[ There’s no more force here than a guy who understands his own body to its fullest extent and is pretty much comfortable with it, regardless of whom he happens to be next to. Maybe Tokyo confers a certain sense of cosmopolitanism upon its citizens. Maybe Kuroo just doesn’t give a shit one way or another and is trying to throw the guy off-balance.

And maybe he’s done it, albeit not in a way that he’s hoping for. The guy doesn’t fluster easy, eh? He cocks an eyebrow as Oikawa brushes his hair aside, his grip on the other slackening once he feels that slight limp to the other.

Once they’re out in the relative privacy of the hallways he lets go completely, turning around to face him with his hands thrust in his pockets—a perfectly relaxed gesture, considering. He has yet to see that knee brace, after all, and it isn’t exactly visible underneath his gakuran. ]

And here I thought I was shameless. [ Dealing with him may be more of a challenge than he’d thought. ]

You couldn’t even wait till we got to the courtyard before doing it?

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I did say there was a bit of a thrill.

[Easily sliding his own hands behind his head to match that relaxed gesture with one of his own and turn on his heel to walk backwards and wink, Oikawa starts down the hall that he knows should eventually take them to the gym - eventually, meaning, he may backtrack them up the hall and down the 'other hallway' until the school has stopped shifting enough to let them go to where they want to go - the courtyard.]

If we're lucky, the weird gardener might not be out and about today!

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Not as much of a thrill as you’re turning out to be. [ Take it as you please, big boy, as Kuroo cocks his head to the side at the direction the other’s taking, before shrugging his shoulders and following. Oikawa’s probably more used to these shifting hallways than he is, anyway. They still make Kuroo dizzy more often than not. ]

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I'm so flattered.

[Turning on his other heel to turn himself back around and face the same direction he's going, that's the step that makes his limp just a little more noticeable - and then he's walking properly, like he's caught on and is refusing to show just how much his leg will bother him from shenanigans. What an interesting teammate they've picked up. Oikawa assumes he's joining, there's not really even a thought that Kuroo wouldn't join the volleyball club here. They all have things they want to keep up on.

It's not much longer before the doors to the courtyard come up and Oikawa is leaning in the doorway, looking out; it's raining lightly, nothing more than a sprinkle at this point, so they could go out without getting downright drenched.]

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[ Ah, he’s gotta be pretty full of himself if he takes that as a compliment.

But…maybe it is. Who knows? Semantics, man. In the grander scheme of things they’re as faint and inconsequential as the slight drizzle pattering their faces once they’ve stepped out into the courtyard.

Well, surely the setting is romantic enough. Kuroo wonders if he’s overdoing this, and inwardly shrugs. Doesn’t seem like it’s going to matter at this rate—they’ll play their little game until someone gets sick of it, or a volleyball gets socked into somebody’s face. Because of course he’s joining the team. He’s not leaving Karasuno in the hands of strangers.

Especially ones who can’t even corrupt them properly. ]

Give me another reason to flatter you, then. How did you guys gain Tsukishima’s respect, of all people?

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[This is why you are the weird uncle, Kuro-chan.

Sticking his hand out into some of that rainwater and just lightly rinsing his fingers with it, Oikawa has to give a curious look at that sort of question, a cheeky smile spreading across his face before he pulls his hand back to shake the water off.]

I guess because even if we're certainly not from the same team, we're dependable and trying to keep everyone we know safe. Iwa-chan is a bit more reliable than me, and I'm just here to keep everyone from getting too depressed. Why, did he really have stories to regale you with about us?

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[ It’s a shockingly honest reply, coming from someone Kuroo increasingly suspects is putting on an act for the benefit of others. Or for himself? Who knows? Maybe it’s the fact that the courtyard feels pleasantly less oppressive compared to the inside of the school that’s letting his guard down. Kuroo will never know, either way. ]

He gave me the basics. [ I.E. Karasuno’s win against their team, not to mention the loss of Iwaizumi’s hand and Oikawa’s supposed “death.” He remembers that little conversation he’d had with Yachi and he has to smile a little at that.

You can’t keep anyone safe from hell, you know. But apparently you can get them to at least smile. And Oikawa has a cute enough smile, all things considered. ]

He didn’t tell me my new captain would be kind of a frivolous idiot though.

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[Is it better or worse that Kuroo's suspicions are completely true, and Oikawa is getting this mild feeling that he is being analyzed and eyed not for his looks, but his personality.]

Wah, is frivolous idiot your words or his? That's so mean, he's learning too quickly from Iwa-chan on how to berate me in ways that hurt my feeeelings.

[Which is a joke of itself, he's not really hurt by anything like that. Lightly puffing out his cheeks and making a little show out of being hurt, Oikawa turns his head to look back out into the courtyard and roll his sleeves up to take advantage of the rain after all - he might really be rinsing his hands now.]

Anyway, at least you're caught up to speed then on how surprising and super this school is turning out to be. I wouldn't expect Tsuki-chan to lay it on you as gently as he would a more skittish acquaintance. Feel free to ask any questions though, and I'll do what I can to answer with what I know. The bulletin board has a weekly poster though who makes a lot of notes, if you don't feel too lazy about reading it.

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[ He wouldn’t be surprised either way, not after what he’s heard of this place. Everyone seems to be so cagey around him… ]

Don’t worry, it’s mine. Tsukishima’s a good kid. [ And apparently so is Oikawa, if he’s already washing his hands of trash this early in the game… ]

But even he can’t tell me everything, so… [ He’ll just…lean closer ever so casually… ]

Maybe I want to know more about you. [ What’re you gonna tell him, Tooru-chan? Do your worst. ]

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You may have to just experience me to get to know me, Kuro-chan. I'm not something to be expressed in mere words.

[He can't wash his hands well enough in this rainwater to get the stench of trash off him so soon, we need some soap STAT. Flicking his eyes up to grace that inch taller cheshire smile with a wink, Oikawa doesn't move from the challenge Kuroo keeps presenting in the form of invading personal space. It doesn't bother him, so sorry to ruin the fun.]

But I was Aoba Jousai's captain and official setter, and I've been told I'm apparently a monster to play against. I think it's one of the better compliments I've gotten over the years. [Even if he doesn't necessarily agree; what's a beast to a mountain creeping up to crush him between another mountain that stands too tall ahead? He could only just scale the one, the other...]

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[ That first one just about tells him all he needs to know. Damn, this guy’s a definite challenge, even if he’s already since lost to the Karasunos.

Kuroo decides that he probably shouldn’t underestimate the guy. ]

Another setter, huh? Guess you could say I’m a pretty big fan of those. [ But of course, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from making comparisons between him and Kageyama later on. At least he didn’t go for Ushiwaka? ]

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Are you really? I guess, since as a middle blocker, it's our job to trick you.

[Shaking his hands out again and then turning to face Kuroo better, Oikawa smiles even warmer when he steps in just this bit closer - and uses the front of his shirt to dry his hands by placing them on his chest like he's going to lean in.]

But you're going to have to learn how to hit a toss from Tobio-chan, he's our official setter here.

[And then he's moving away, dipping his much drier hands into his own pockets and leaning back into the doorway, lightly shifting his weight onto his (good) leg and hooking his foot around to set his toes on the floor behind his heel.]

So do you have any other questions?

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[ My my. He does so wonder how this guy can fare against Kenma. But he’ll worry about that on the court, he guesses. Right now, he’s still trying to figure out Oikawa as a person, seeing as how that prior angle to provocation hadn’t worked out in the way he’d expected.

Not that that’s a bad thing or anything. But he can’t get a proper read on this guy, and that vexes him a little. ]

Yeah. [ His gaze lifts from those hands to meet Oikawa’s eyes once more. He’s not worried about poor little Tobio-chan, oh no. ]

When’s our next date?

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[It really would be interesting, going up against Nekoma's setter. He's not nearly as flashy as handfuls of others he's met, he's the quiet type - perceptive, is what Oikawa would say after meeting. Where to break Nekoma's connection though, that would be the tricky part and certainly a challenge Oikawa would gladly take on. Unfortunately, neither will get to see each others true lineup unless they went home, so there's not much more to think on it than that.]

Really, already asking for a second one? How about I text you and let you know when I'm free.

[Oikawa can keep playing along with these "dates" easily, Kuroo isn't giving him that much of a challenge at this point. If all it is are questions like these, he really is going to have to try harder.]