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[It takes him a moment to parse, because no he's not- Yamaguchi.]

You're drunk, Yama-chan.

[But hey, he thinks he's cute!]

I know! But are you drunk??

Not even a little.

[Head-tiiiilt.] ...Why not, Oikawa-san?

Because I haven't had anything to drink.

[God help him, he's trying to reason with a drunk. At least the drunk has cute freckles and makes him smile.]

You still can! [...] ...Ah, is it 'cause there's only those bottles over there?

[He points over to the table.] I also have juice in the fridge, and cola...I'm not really sure what might taste good, though...

I don't want anything to drink, Yama-chan. I just want to take care of you. [Which he has been doing a dreadful job of so far.]

[It's delayed by a few seconds of distraction, but once the words register, that'll definitely earn Oikawa a blush.]

Take care of me??

Exactly.

[He reaches forward to tuck Yamaguchi's hair behind his ear. For no real reason but to see if he can.]

[Yamaguchi stiffens, eyes blown wide, and shivers all over with a start when Oikawa's fingertips brush his skin. But, he doesn't try to pull away even if his blush is now reaching nuclear levels. The alcohol definitely doesn't help his skin turning red.]

O-Oikaa–!! [Yamaguchi's too jumbled up to even finish, letting out another hiccup in his flustered panic]

[OKAY, BOY CONFIRMED FOR CUTE, BACKING AWAY NOW.

No one else's fluster is contagious like Yamaguchi's. He should try and unleash that on the opposition... Except then Oikawa would get jealous and- hell. He's in too deep.]

Do you want something more to drink? [Water or lemonade. Those are his options.]

[Yamaguchi manages, barely, to return to his senses again as Oikawa draws his hand away; though the next question comes before the younger boy has time to feel any relief (or disappointment) over it. His face is still violently tinged with embarrassment, and attraction he doesn't much want to let himself get distracted with right now.]

...Is there more? Er... [Yamaguchi automatically glances at the remaining bottles on the table. Noticing the vodka's gone first off, he lets out a small noise of disappointment and probably embarrassment in his throat before his eyes roam over the others. His voice comes out a mumble.] ...That's the last of that vodka, then...but, you probably wouldn't wanna drink Kageyama's vodka anyway, huh...

Hm. Shochu? [It's sweet enough, and mixes easily with the stuff he's tried. Not that Yamaguchi was much accounting for taste.]

[Kageyama's vodka. No, he really wouldn't want to drink that. What is Yamaguchi even doing with Kageyama's vodka and can he give it back.]

Not a chance, Yama-chan. [Besides,] I was thinking water. I'm not getting drunk, remember? [Yamaguchi almost certainly doesn't. But he'd rather not let him drink anything more until he's verified that his stomach isn't still debating the quality of that taco.]

[It's a long story. From back in the day, when Yamaguchi was actually a responsible first year. Good times.]

No, I didn't mean...um...you definitely don't have to have any if you don't want to, Oikawa-san!

[He tries to smile at the other boy reassuringly, reaching for the shochu bottle himself to mix with the remaining lemonade in his cup.]

[nOPE. Nice try, Yamaguchi. Oikawa's just going to, take that away now. He holds Yamaguchi's hand by his wrist to keep it away as he places the bottle out of reach with his other hand. And then not let go, lest Yamaguchi try grabbing a different one.]

I'm cutting you off for now, Yama-chan.

!!

[Oikawa's stern words go completely in one ear and out the other, as Yamaguchi basically stopped hearing anything as soon as the other boy took hold of his wrist. Yamaguchi continues blushing so hard it's a wonder there's any blood left to spare for his pounding heartbeat.]

...O-Oikawa-san!?

Don't make that face, Yama-chan. You've had enough. [Because that's definitely what caused Yamaguchi's face.

Is this what Iwaizumi feels like when Oikawa makes bad choices? It's exhausting and there's no way he's letting go of Yamaguchi's wrist just yet.]

Y...Yes! [Agree!! Look at how much we are agreeing! Yamaguchi's too nervous to do anything more than go right along with whatever Oikawa wants at this point.

Sure, there's the fact that he's a bit intimidated by the shift in Oikawa's demeanor...but honestly, that doesn't hold a candle to how damn flustered he is from the other boy continuing to hold his arm, like it belongs to him now.]

[He relaxes his grip but doesn't let go. He's comfy now and he likes it.]

Why were you drinking alone, Yama-chan?

[He's still trying to go for responsible, doesn't know how well he's succeeding, he could try impersonating Iwaizumi but honestly he thinks that would scare him off.]

Buh? [Yamaguchi has to process this through his embarrassed, drunk fog for a good ten seconds before the meaning of the question actually reassembles to real words in his brain.] Umm...I didn't think, you or Kageyama or Tsukki would want to come??

[Well, Tsukishima was determined to catch up on the sleep he'd missed for practice during the week. And Kageyama had mentioned something about the coming weekend that made it sound like he'd already be busy. Yamaguchi hadn't even considered, that a third-year like Oikawa attending another school at Aoba Jousai wouldn't have anything better to do than come to visit...]

[He... may have to ask about how friendly Yamaguchi is with Kageyama at some point. Because if something happens like Kageyama shows up at Yamaguchi's house to hang out without warning and Oikawa's there, depending on the day, he may be unable to resist picking a fight. He doesn't pretend to be a nice person.

... He doesn't pretend to be a nice person very well.

But that's a conversation for either sober Yamaguchi or drunk Yamaguchi and also drunk Oikawa. Today's conversation needs some prompting.] So you decided to drink alone anyway because...? [He wouldn't be worried if it was just a little bit but he said he wanted to finish the bottle of vodka, and that's not a small bottle.]

Umm...'cause I was bored, Oikawa-san?

And...there's no one here, so... [why not, his brain had intelligently decided, to stave off loneliness]

How are you drunk and still calling me Oikawa-san?

[He gives Yamaguchi's wrist a squeeze.] Next time call me so we can moderate each other. [Or...] Or end up in the same sorry state anyway.

But you never said what else you wanted me to–

[The sentence cuts off, Yamaguchi making a startled noise when Oikawa squeezes his wrist. It drives all other thought from his mind, and Yamaguchi nearly misses what the other boy says next.

But, he doesn't miss it. 'Next time.' Like there would be a next time, Yamaguchi realizes dimly, in some corner of his mind that's less distracted by how warm his face is.] Next...

[next time–] You want to come over next week??

If you're planning to get drunk alone next week there's nothing you could say that would stop me, Yama-chan.

[He means that to sound friendly and supportive like one of Yamaguchi's Karasuno senpais would but he's fairly certain it missed the mark and he's squarely hit into "I have nothing to do on weekends".]

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