[He's listened enough. What else was there to listen to? Just because Oikawa hadn't said he was going to laugh didn't mean he wouldn't and why wasn't he struggling? Why was he just standing there with that damned smirk on his face? Kageyama had an overwhelming urge to punch him... To do something to wipe that smile away.
Leave him hanging...? He'd love to throw him off of a damn bridge or... or the top of a building or out of a plane! Would he keep smiling then? Would he keep spouting nonsense then?
The hand gripping Oikawa's shirt tightened and, clenched and gave another shake.]
You... drive me insane.
I... [Hate you... I hate you I hate you I hate you...
His other hand clenched, balled into a fist and rose...
But instead of shooting out to strike that stupidly smiling face, it joined the other hand to grab Oikawa's shirt and tugged him hard, near off his feet, and straight into a not-very-gentle kiss.]
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Leave him hanging...? He'd love to throw him off of a damn bridge or... or the top of a building or out of a plane! Would he keep smiling then? Would he keep spouting nonsense then?
The hand gripping Oikawa's shirt tightened and, clenched and gave another shake.]
You... drive me insane.
I... [Hate you... I hate you I hate you I hate you...
His other hand clenched, balled into a fist and rose...
But instead of shooting out to strike that stupidly smiling face, it joined the other hand to grab Oikawa's shirt and tugged him hard, near off his feet, and straight into a not-very-gentle kiss.]