The minute Oikawa hears those words, a strange feeling shoots through him like a bolt of lightning. He's never felt anything quite like it before: it's part protective instinct, part betrayal, part possessiveness. He knows exactly what Kunimi means by something stupid - between the fact that they'd been at a hotel last night, there's a strange bite mark on him now, and the way the other boys had been murmuring to one another so furtively this morning, it's impossible not to figure it out.
For a moment, Oikawa doesn't say anything. He doesn't feel angry - his teammates can do as they wish, with who they wish, when they wish, just so long as it doesn't mess with the team as a whole. They both know without saying it that doing something like that the night before a game is a bad idea, so there's no point in scolding Kunimi on that particular point; besides, it's not as though Oikawa is entirely innocent in the regard, either.
But his fingers are twitching at his sides, and there's some instinct flaring up inside him, something that makes him reach out to hook a finger into the collar of Kunimi's shirt and tug it aside, exposing that ugly bruise once again. ]
What did he do to you?
[ The question is quiet, but no less direct, Oikawa's eyes burning a hole through the atmosphere as he stares at those two small scabs left behind by Kuroo's teeth. ]
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The minute Oikawa hears those words, a strange feeling shoots through him like a bolt of lightning. He's never felt anything quite like it before: it's part protective instinct, part betrayal, part possessiveness. He knows exactly what Kunimi means by something stupid - between the fact that they'd been at a hotel last night, there's a strange bite mark on him now, and the way the other boys had been murmuring to one another so furtively this morning, it's impossible not to figure it out.
For a moment, Oikawa doesn't say anything. He doesn't feel angry - his teammates can do as they wish, with who they wish, when they wish, just so long as it doesn't mess with the team as a whole. They both know without saying it that doing something like that the night before a game is a bad idea, so there's no point in scolding Kunimi on that particular point; besides, it's not as though Oikawa is entirely innocent in the regard, either.
But his fingers are twitching at his sides, and there's some instinct flaring up inside him, something that makes him reach out to hook a finger into the collar of Kunimi's shirt and tug it aside, exposing that ugly bruise once again. ]
What did he do to you?
[ The question is quiet, but no less direct, Oikawa's eyes burning a hole through the atmosphere as he stares at those two small scabs left behind by Kuroo's teeth. ]