Tezuka: Oishi. *slow blink betraying that he's asking a question*
Oishi: *stays pressed near* No. I know. *eyes squint a fraction* You don't think I could, but... Tezuka. *soft but assured* I read you.
Tezuka: *two blinks* (..?)
Oishi: *chuckle-sigh* It's going to be a handful if you never talk.
Tezuka: Aah. *searches for words* ...Why, now?
Oishi: *smile* I saw you watching me. I saw you liked what you saw, didn't you, on the court? I also saw you avoid me in the locker room. Fuji said you're so easy to read if one takes the time to learn...
Tezuka: *eyes close in frustration*
Oishi: But he was right. And really, I'm glad. *soft smile* I've been wanting to do that.
Tezuka: Do wha-?
Oishi: *kisses him again, at the corner of his mouth*
Tezuka: *realizes and brings his hand from hanging limply at his side to better use... holding Oishi's shoulder as he kisses back*