( ushijima considers himself to be in control of his faculties at all times. he isn't quick to temper, he isn't overemotional in any direction, he is logical at all times. however, oikawa is doing quite a lot to work on his last nerve and he doesn't understand why. ( later, of course, he'll realize it's the tainted food and drink he's had and will apologize for the behavior. but, until then... )

it's almost a little strange to him at the moment that as his temper flares into something unrecognizable that he catches the scent of oikawa — something clean, something sweet — and that does something to him. it's somehow familiar yet different and it makes heat twist inside his belly; a different kind of heat from the anger that is also coursing through his veins.

he doesn't know what comes over him, but one moment he's standing still and refusing to follow the urge to touch, and the next he has mirrored oikawa's previous motion and fisted his hand into oikawa's shirt and boidly moves them several steps back to crowd oikawa against the nearest wall. ushijima's pupils are blown wide, that black eating into brown as lust begins to cloud his mind. his hips press firmly against oikawa's as an extra anchor to keep him in place. )

I am not like you. ( the words are low, nearly a growl as he tips himself closer to oikawa's face. ) I find no joy in that kind of joke, nor do I with lying. Believe what you wish, Oikawa, but do not take out your misplaced anger on me.