[Yamaguchi's a bit zoned out in his own thoughts, but Oikawa's voice brings him right back to reality. Yamaguchi's already-red face goes even redder, at the inadvertent reminder of unattractive he probably looks right now, after crying.]
Y-Yeah, sorry. I guess I definitely should go wash my face… [It always gets splotchy and red when he cries, thanks to his freckles, though at least not until after he's finished. Yamaguchi knows washing his face won't get rid of it completely but it might give it some time for the worst of the redness to fade.
But even as he speaks Oikawa's lips are on his skin all of a sudden, and it feels so…relaxing…Yamaguchi breathes in and out deeply to steel himself to pull away, or tries to, though he's hampered by the rolling shudder that takes over his whole body involuntarily. He doesn't want to move, he really doesn't.]
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Y-Yeah, sorry. I guess I definitely should go wash my face… [It always gets splotchy and red when he cries, thanks to his freckles, though at least not until after he's finished. Yamaguchi knows washing his face won't get rid of it completely but it might give it some time for the worst of the redness to fade.
But even as he speaks Oikawa's lips are on his skin all of a sudden, and it feels so…relaxing…Yamaguchi breathes in and out deeply to steel himself to pull away, or tries to, though he's hampered by the rolling shudder that takes over his whole body involuntarily. He doesn't want to move, he really doesn't.]