Oikawa laughs lightly at the thought, shifting his position on Iwaizumi's futon again so that he's on his back and facing the ceiling. There's a pensive expression on his face, the argument with his girlfriend returning to prick irritably at his thoughts.]
... Do you think we would have dated? If one of us had been born a girl.
[It's a sudden question, but not one that Oikawa had never thought of before.]
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Oikawa laughs lightly at the thought, shifting his position on Iwaizumi's futon again so that he's on his back and facing the ceiling. There's a pensive expression on his face, the argument with his girlfriend returning to prick irritably at his thoughts.]
... Do you think we would have dated? If one of us had been born a girl.
[It's a sudden question, but not one that Oikawa had never thought of before.]