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[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.]
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.]
Wh-What!?
[That makes Yamaguchi panic and jump back half a meter from the setter's chair—he's so used to being ignored by now, that he hadn't even considered the possibility that anyone else might be eavesdropping. He frantically glances around, searching the surrounding restaurant for judging eyes of any waitstaff, other patrons, or custodians that might be listening in. Yamaguchi's gotten better, a lot better, about ignoring the unkind opinions of others when they crop up. But the idea of being subjected to that in front of Oikawa of all people is mortifying.]
Was she really listening?? [noooo] Oikawa-san??!
[That makes Yamaguchi panic and jump back half a meter from the setter's chair—he's so used to being ignored by now, that he hadn't even considered the possibility that anyone else might be eavesdropping. He frantically glances around, searching the surrounding restaurant for judging eyes of any waitstaff, other patrons, or custodians that might be listening in. Yamaguchi's gotten better, a lot better, about ignoring the unkind opinions of others when they crop up. But the idea of being subjected to that in front of Oikawa of all people is mortifying.]
Was she really listening?? [noooo] Oikawa-san??!
[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.]
...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.]
I don't know. [He checks over Yamaguchi's shoulder, there really is no evidence of her eavesdropping at all.]
But if I saw two attractive guys out on a date I'd want to know what they were saying. [He is sometimes a nosy bastard, but does have past evidence of people listening in on his conversations with Iwaizumi, though that didn't have the "date" part.]
But if I saw two attractive guys out on a date I'd want to know what they were saying. [He is sometimes a nosy bastard, but does have past evidence of people listening in on his conversations with Iwaizumi, though that didn't have the "date" part.]
[Glancing over his own shoulder in the direction Oikawa's looking at, Yamaguchi heaves an obvious sigh of relief to see the waitress's attention occupied elsewhere. Still a bit on edge, he walks back over to his own side of the table to sit down.]
Oh...I thought... [she must've been gossiping, or laughing, or something else awful directed toward them if Oikawa had noticed to point it out.]
Oh...I thought... [she must've been gossiping, or laughing, or something else awful directed toward them if Oikawa had noticed to point it out.]
[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.]
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.]
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.]
[Oikawa frowns, he's used to attention to the point where it's more surprising to him when he doesn't get it. A nice face, good smile and personality that's charming from a distance help with that. Meaning he doesn't understand thinking strangers like their waitress would think badly of the two of them.
When he does something stupid in volleyball, well those times he can understand getting paranoid about whispers. "He missed his serve so he can't have practised hard enough", "shouldn't they have found someone more talented?" those kind of rumours, some of which only exist in his head.
But sitting in a restaurant having a date? He doesn't understand anxiety about that. He can't let anyone but himself down in a situation like this. He doesn't understand Yamaguchi's anxiety about this.]
You thought what, Yama-chan?
When he does something stupid in volleyball, well those times he can understand getting paranoid about whispers. "He missed his serve so he can't have practised hard enough", "shouldn't they have found someone more talented?" those kind of rumours, some of which only exist in his head.
But sitting in a restaurant having a date? He doesn't understand anxiety about that. He can't let anyone but himself down in a situation like this. He doesn't understand Yamaguchi's anxiety about this.]
You thought what, Yama-chan?
[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.
I'm cutting you off for now, Yama-chan.
[Yamaguchi fidgets, clearly uncomfortable]
...That...she might be, saying something nasty or awful to one of the others...even though she seemed pretty nice to us before...
...That...she might be, saying something nasty or awful to one of the others...even though she seemed pretty nice to us before...
!!
[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!?
[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!?
The nastiest thing she'd say about you is that it's a pity you're on a date with me.
[Which, amazingly, Oikawa actually believes. He really doesn't understand how everyone doesn't want to take Yamaguchi out. Maybe they're scared off by his apparently terrible taste from standing next to Tsukishima all the time? Whatever the reason, he considers himself lucky to have pestered him long enough to grow attached.]
[Which, amazingly, Oikawa actually believes. He really doesn't understand how everyone doesn't want to take Yamaguchi out. Maybe they're scared off by his apparently terrible taste from standing next to Tsukishima all the time? Whatever the reason, he considers himself lucky to have pestered him long enough to grow attached.]
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.]
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.]
[Yamaguchi actually flinches at these words, misinterpreting Oikawa's statement—again—to assume it's directed at him. Of course it'd be a pity, Yamaguchi thinks, for someone like Oikawa to be spending their time with a person as unremarkable as Yamaguchi.]
R-Right. That's only natural.
[It's probably exasperating, how often this has happened in the short span of time they've been hanging out. But, at least on this occasion, Yamaguchi's knee-jerk hurt reaction is less borne of paranoid insecurity than experience. He's heard variations on Oikawa's words so many times, whispered behind his back or laughed in his face, from all his years of hanging out with Tsukishima. Despite his cruelty, the taller boy was always more respected by their classmates than Yamaguchi. To people that didn't know Tsukishima, he seemed cool and aloof, instead of mean. Going off that opinion, loud, clinging Yamaguchi was no more than an annoying shadow. 'Why does that guy waste his time with him?' Inwardly, Yamaguchi always dreaded that one day Tsukki wouldn't anymore.]
R-Right. That's only natural.
[It's probably exasperating, how often this has happened in the short span of time they've been hanging out. But, at least on this occasion, Yamaguchi's knee-jerk hurt reaction is less borne of paranoid insecurity than experience. He's heard variations on Oikawa's words so many times, whispered behind his back or laughed in his face, from all his years of hanging out with Tsukishima. Despite his cruelty, the taller boy was always more respected by their classmates than Yamaguchi. To people that didn't know Tsukishima, he seemed cool and aloof, instead of mean. Going off that opinion, loud, clinging Yamaguchi was no more than an annoying shadow. 'Why does that guy waste his time with him?' Inwardly, Yamaguchi always dreaded that one day Tsukki wouldn't anymore.]
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.]
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.]
[Again, that's not the reaction Oikawa was expecting. He hesitates, before deciding that being straightforward did seem to work better.]
Yama-chan, what do you think I meant?
[Things like this don't frustrate him, because he's getting better at navigating Yamaguchi - he thinks he is anyway - and he can keep his cool so long as he makes progress. And there's no one who's instantly better at it chasing up behind him.]
Yama-chan, what do you think I meant?
[Things like this don't frustrate him, because he's getting better at navigating Yamaguchi - he thinks he is anyway - and he can keep his cool so long as he makes progress. And there's no one who's instantly better at it chasing up behind him.]
[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.]
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.]
[Yamaguchi struggles and tries for a smile, doesn't quite succeed.]
Ah. Er...that anyone who saw us, might say to themselves something like, "It's a pity, that boy in the white jacket is hanging out with the other one"?
[He laughs hollowly, trying to lighten the mood by explaining.] When Tsukki and I started in middle school, and then again in high school, those were the kinds of things our classmates would say about us.
That I wasn't smart, or cool enough. To hang out with someone like that... [And a vicious, bitter part of him would always jealously believe it.]
Ah. Er...that anyone who saw us, might say to themselves something like, "It's a pity, that boy in the white jacket is hanging out with the other one"?
[He laughs hollowly, trying to lighten the mood by explaining.] When Tsukki and I started in middle school, and then again in high school, those were the kinds of things our classmates would say about us.
That I wasn't smart, or cool enough. To hang out with someone like that... [And a vicious, bitter part of him would always jealously believe it.]
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...]
[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 - well he'd say he can't believe it. But he knows what people are like. They're mean and cruel. Still, they can't have done anything so much as talked to Tsukishima if they think that he's the one getting the raw end of the deal in their friendship.
Not that Oikawa has talked to Tsukishima, but he's seen him play and interact with his team and as much as Oikawa would love to take him and shove him on Seijoh managing his personality would be a mission and a half, he'd rather have his current middle blockers.]
They're blind, Yama-chan. You're plenty smart and cool. I don't make friends with people who aren't. And I certainly don't date them. [Unless they're female, giggle and he can go out with them just long enough for a distraction before they break up with him. But they're not talking about him being awful right now. He actually likes Yamaguchi.]
And I don't think anyone would think it's a pity that you're hanging out with me in that way. They'd think it's a pity you're hanging out with me because then you're not hanging out with them.
Not that Oikawa has talked to Tsukishima, but he's seen him play and interact with his team and as much as Oikawa would love to take him and shove him on Seijoh managing his personality would be a mission and a half, he'd rather have his current middle blockers.]
They're blind, Yama-chan. You're plenty smart and cool. I don't make friends with people who aren't. And I certainly don't date them. [Unless they're female, giggle and he can go out with them just long enough for a distraction before they break up with him. But they're not talking about him being awful right now. He actually likes Yamaguchi.]
And I don't think anyone would think it's a pity that you're hanging out with me in that way. They'd think it's a pity you're hanging out with me because then you're not hanging out with them.
[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.]
... 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.]
[Those words, sincere are not, ring nothing but false (impossible, even) in Yamaguchi's ears, after time and again spent hearing just the opposite. It pushes him past the edge of overwhelmed, into disbelief. From there it's only a quick, defensive flicker of thought to outright suspicion. His eyes narrow, and his hands tighten to shaking fists on the table.]
Stop it! [The words are louder, and higher in pitch than Yamaguchi anticipated. But he can't stop now and try again, or else his angry voice might crack instead.] Don't...say something like that, unless you actually mean it, okay!? Th-That's not fair, Oikawa-san!
I may not be as smart, or as good at volleyball, or handsome as you are. But, I definitely don't need anyone hanging out with me, who will lie about it, when they think I'm actually pathetic!!
Stop it! [The words are louder, and higher in pitch than Yamaguchi anticipated. But he can't stop now and try again, or else his angry voice might crack instead.] Don't...say something like that, unless you actually mean it, okay!? Th-That's not fair, Oikawa-san!
I may not be as smart, or as good at volleyball, or handsome as you are. But, I definitely don't need anyone hanging out with me, who will lie about it, when they think I'm actually pathetic!!
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]
And...there's no one here, so... [why not, his brain had intelligently decided, to stave off loneliness]
[His eyes go wide. He should have expected this, should have known. But Yamaguchi caught him off guard anyway and it feels like he slapped him.
He's quiet when he responds.]
I'm not. [Right. Making sense helps.] Lying, I mean.
I would never think you're pathetic. You're... [his type? Apparently. He didn't think he had one. Or he thought that one day if Iwaizumi didn't find someone less irritating he'd give up and make some plan that they'd stay together. Boys with freckles and lovely smiles who give themselves no credit at all weren't on the menu.] I really like you, Yama-chan.
He's quiet when he responds.]
I'm not. [Right. Making sense helps.] Lying, I mean.
I would never think you're pathetic. You're... [his type? Apparently. He didn't think he had one. Or he thought that one day if Iwaizumi didn't find someone less irritating he'd give up and make some plan that they'd stay together. Boys with freckles and lovely smiles who give themselves no credit at all weren't on the menu.] I really like you, Yama-chan.
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