[No, he was still an evil monster. And Kageyama wasn't that dense, he just hadn't had enough time to process. And he couldn't very well do that with Oikawa's hands on him in such an intimate way. Not with how close they were. And not with that voice... He couldn't actually remember a time that voice had been aimed at him. He'd heard Oikawa talk to others like that, but never himself... It was surreal. Part of him actually wondered if at some point he'd been knocked out and this was some kind of weird dream he'd soon wake up from.
But no. The hand on his back was warm. He could feel Oikawa's heart beating under his right palm. Those things wouldn't translate well, even in the most vivid of dreams...]
So what does this mean...?
[Kageyama still hadn't looked up, his voice was pitched low, hesitant. He wasn't being dumb but he did want it spelled out for him. He needed to know if he was supposed to turn around and walk away or... or if this was actually real.]
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But no. The hand on his back was warm. He could feel Oikawa's heart beating under his right palm. Those things wouldn't translate well, even in the most vivid of dreams...]
So what does this mean...?
[Kageyama still hadn't looked up, his voice was pitched low, hesitant. He wasn't being dumb but he did want it spelled out for him. He needed to know if he was supposed to turn around and walk away or... or if this was actually real.]