[Sakusa is at one disadvantage, and that's inexperience. He's not used to being touched there, let alone fondled, and he barely manages to choke back a giggle from how it tickles. His foot twitches in Ushijima's lap, and while he quickly regains composure and double downs on petting Ushijima's bulge with his sole, his tight grimace makes it clear he's annoyed about losing higher ground. Maybe it's pettiness that drives him to say it. (Maybe it's jealousy.)]
Oikawa Tooru, probably.
[And this time his pointed stare is more than mere observation. A test, perhaps?]
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Oikawa Tooru, probably.
[And this time his pointed stare is more than mere observation. A test, perhaps?]