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[It's easier to cope with Yamaguchi moving in when he more or less expects it, so he catches himself before he tenses up. Hesitantly, awkwardly, he reaches up and rubs Yamaguchi's back in small circles.]
Yama-chan, I like you and I like drinking just fine. But can you tell me you wouldn't be uncomfortable in the morning if I did anything with you?
[Even if he started now it would feel too much like he was drinking to ease his conscience rather than to have an enjoyable evening.]
Another time we can drink together but I don't want you to regret anything. [He takes a breath.] I like you too much for that.
Yama-chan, I like you and I like drinking just fine. But can you tell me you wouldn't be uncomfortable in the morning if I did anything with you?
[Even if he started now it would feel too much like he was drinking to ease his conscience rather than to have an enjoyable evening.]
Another time we can drink together but I don't want you to regret anything. [He takes a breath.] I like you too much for that.
[Yamaguchi immediately relaxes into the touch, like he was bracing for it before being able to fully calm down.]
I like you too. [The words are, again, muffled into Oikawa's shoulder. It's probably intentional, if Yamaguchi's current redness isn't only caused by the alcohol in his system.] ...You don't need to do...uhh...d-do anything like that if you don't wanna...sorry, Oikawa-san...
I like you too. [The words are, again, muffled into Oikawa's shoulder. It's probably intentional, if Yamaguchi's current redness isn't only caused by the alcohol in his system.] ...You don't need to do...uhh...d-do anything like that if you don't wanna...sorry, Oikawa-san...
[With a shaky breath, Yamaguchi plays the words and the gentle kiss over in his mind a few times, trying to process if he's understanding events right. It takes quite a few tries before he can be halfway-sure that he is, and he burrows his face a bit deeper into the curve between Oikawa's shoulder and his neck.] You...really, it's all right??
You're not mad...?
You're not mad...?
Edited 2015-03-05 04:59 (UTC)
[Yamaguchi glances up, barely peeking out through the gaps in his fingers. His hands are still pressed over his embarrassingly red face.]
L-Like to?
L-Like to?
[Did he notice the kiss? He's not saying anything or - what Oikawa expected - freaking out, so maybe not. But that's probably for the best. He shouldn't have done it anyway. Most of the time he forgets that Yamaguchi is a first year but then there are times like this where he can't get it out of his head how much growing up Yamaguchi has left.]
Not mad at all. [Some day, perhaps when they're both drunk, he'll ask Yamaguchi how he got to assume the worse of people's moods. Especially when the person he spends the most time with tells him to shut up on a regular basis.] I like taking care of you, Yama-chan. And spending time with you, with or without alcohol. That's pretty special, you know?
Not mad at all. [Some day, perhaps when they're both drunk, he'll ask Yamaguchi how he got to assume the worse of people's moods. Especially when the person he spends the most time with tells him to shut up on a regular basis.] I like taking care of you, Yama-chan. And spending time with you, with or without alcohol. That's pretty special, you know?
[Yamaguchi finally pulls away to look up at him, his expression bordering on totally blown away. It's probably a lot more comical than it would be, thanks to how red-faced he is and how unfocused his eyes are from the vodka.]
Y...You're so awesome...really...Oikawa-san... [AND THE WINNER FOR MOST ELOQUENT ROMANTIC SPEECH GOES TO–]
Y...You're so awesome...really...Oikawa-san... [AND THE WINNER FOR MOST ELOQUENT ROMANTIC SPEECH GOES TO–]
Y...Yeah! I would! [He blurts out the words, scared that if he hesitates he won't be able to form any words at all.]
[SOMEONE NOT YAMAGUCHI.
It does the trick though. His honesty does horrible things to Oikawa's stomach. And, for once, he believes he is being honest. He figures that Yamaguchi's had too much alcohol to come up with a lie.]
You're so cute, Yama-chan. [In a goofy, slack-jawed, beetroot, ineloquent kind of way.] I like that you think so.
It does the trick though. His honesty does horrible things to Oikawa's stomach. And, for once, he believes he is being honest. He figures that Yamaguchi's had too much alcohol to come up with a lie.]
You're so cute, Yama-chan. [In a goofy, slack-jawed, beetroot, ineloquent kind of way.] I like that you think so.
[Oikawa sighs in mostly exaggerated relief.]
I can't wait, Yama-chan. Though we should probably finish up here if you're ready to? [His milkshake's finished and his bread is gone, they can't really justify staying too long without ordering more and he doesn't want anything.]
I can't wait, Yama-chan. Though we should probably finish up here if you're ready to? [His milkshake's finished and his bread is gone, they can't really justify staying too long without ordering more and he doesn't want anything.]
(more fucking of captcha: tfln)
's nice. [Oikawa rests on Yamaguchi's shoulder in a very heavy manner. He actually came. Because he wanted to. Oikawa didn't have to ask him or anything. Well not really, he offered first... Right? He think that's how it went. Maybe he should go back and check his phone...
Or he could give Yamaguchi a squeeze and bury his face in his neck. Which really does smell nice. He lets out a soft sigh. He likes this.]
's nice. [Oikawa rests on Yamaguchi's shoulder in a very heavy manner. He actually came. Because he wanted to. Oikawa didn't have to ask him or anything. Well not really, he offered first... Right? He think that's how it went. Maybe he should go back and check his phone...
Or he could give Yamaguchi a squeeze and bury his face in his neck. Which really does smell nice. He lets out a soft sigh. He likes this.]
[Yamaguchi's face is rapidly getting hot at having Oikawa draped over him like this, and his pulse might be getting a little quick. But Yamaguchi's got no desire right now to push him away, and instead helps to move his arms to better support Oikawa's weight.]
Ah. I-I'm glad you think so...!
Are you feeling all right, Oikawa-san? Do you need anything?
Ah. I-I'm glad you think so...!
Are you feeling all right, Oikawa-san? Do you need anything?
I'm fine. I just need you.
[True on both counts. Now Oikawa's back home there's nothing in danger of going wrong. He hasn't had so much that he feels sick, just warm and happy and relaxed. A nice change from his usual constant assessment of everything around him. And everything is even better now he has cute, adorable, sweet Yamaguchi with him.]
[True on both counts. Now Oikawa's back home there's nothing in danger of going wrong. He hasn't had so much that he feels sick, just warm and happy and relaxed. A nice change from his usual constant assessment of everything around him. And everything is even better now he has cute, adorable, sweet Yamaguchi with him.]
[Yamaguchi squeaks a bit at Oikawa's wording, startled and definitely more than a little embarrassed. Not necessarily embarrassed in a bad way...he doesn't know if the message is endearing, or worrisome, or cute. But either way it makes his insides twist warmly.]
R...Right! [...] D'you think you'd maybe like to go sit down, Oikawa-san? I should really take my shoes off...
R...Right! [...] D'you think you'd maybe like to go sit down, Oikawa-san? I should really take my shoes off...
[Oikawa leans back enough to get a view of Yamaguchi's face but keeps his arms around him, a little worried that this is too good to be true. That the boy he likes is going to go home and leave him alone here. A tiny crease forms between his eyebrows and his lips pull into something like a pout.]
Do I have to let go for you to do that?
Do I have to let go for you to do that?
!
N-No, I guess not? [It is way too early (and too sober) in the evening for Yamaguchi to be blushing like this.] I just, I don't want you to lose your balance and fall, Oikawa-san!
[More like Oikawa making Yamaguchi lose his balance standing on one foot so they both fall.]
N-No, I guess not? [It is way too early (and too sober) in the evening for Yamaguchi to be blushing like this.] I just, I don't want you to lose your balance and fall, Oikawa-san!
[More like Oikawa making Yamaguchi lose his balance standing on one foot so they both fall.]
[He's dubious and it shows because the crinkle between his eyebrows doesn't vanish but he chooses to trust Yamaguchi, slumping back onto his shoulder. This time he brushes his lips over Yamaguchi's skin as he does. Yamaguchi is just so comfortable. Why hasn't he turned this into a career already? A cute shoulder to lean on in times of need.]
I won't fall.
I won't fall.
[Ordinarily, Yamaguchi might be concerned by that genuine shimmer of distress that gets through Oikawa's exaggerated pouting. But there's very suddenly a ghost of breath on his shoulder at the same time as a graze of unfamiliar-warm-soft contact and waitamunite is that Oikawa's mouth-]
Cah-!
...Y...Y-Yes!
[With a very noticeable shiver from Yamaguchi's neck all the way down to the tips of his toes, he clumsily tries to adjust himself to accommodate Oikawa's weight using his upper body. With both arms at least partially free, he next does his best to brace himself with one hand against the nearby wall of the entryway. Heart racing, he has to concentrate way too hard to lift his foot to blindly remove one shoe at a time. His legs wobble, but he mercifully doesn't tumble over.]
Cah-!
...Y...Y-Yes!
[With a very noticeable shiver from Yamaguchi's neck all the way down to the tips of his toes, he clumsily tries to adjust himself to accommodate Oikawa's weight using his upper body. With both arms at least partially free, he next does his best to brace himself with one hand against the nearby wall of the entryway. Heart racing, he has to concentrate way too hard to lift his foot to blindly remove one shoe at a time. His legs wobble, but he mercifully doesn't tumble over.]
[Oikawa maintains his balance as Yamaguchi takes off his shoes through sheer willpower and also by pressing up against as much of Yamaguchi as he can manage. He doesn't have any intention of letting him go. Somewhere in his mind, he knows that this is probably irritating but if Yamaguchi isn't shoving him away, then it can't be that bad.
Once his shoes are off, Oikawa lets up a little, slipping his arms around Yamaguchi's waist and putting his weight mostly back on his own feet.]
Do you want something to drink, Yama-chan?
Once his shoes are off, Oikawa lets up a little, slipping his arms around Yamaguchi's waist and putting his weight mostly back on his own feet.]
Do you want something to drink, Yama-chan?
Khi...! [Yamaguchi can't offer much else to that besides an unintelligible noise in the back of his throat, and his face screwing up momentarily with gratitude before he hides it by burying his face in Oikawa's shoulder. Again.
He hopes the older boy doesn't mind him being clingy and stupid like this. But he really wants to, and he almost feels like he can't help it. Oikawa called him 'cute'...not for the first time, but Yamaguchi still can't get over the fact that he actually thinks it. And he's so cool, and—who would have ever guessed something this lucky could happen to Yamaguchi?]
He hopes the older boy doesn't mind him being clingy and stupid like this. But he really wants to, and he almost feels like he can't help it. Oikawa called him 'cute'...not for the first time, but Yamaguchi still can't get over the fact that he actually thinks it. And he's so cool, and—who would have ever guessed something this lucky could happen to Yamaguchi?]
[Yamaguchi's laughably on edge and tense with buzzing nerves from having Oikawa pressed up so closely to him, while he removes his shoes. He tries to tell himself it's only a matter of Oikawa keeping himself upright—that he's drunk, and probably just doesn't realize what he's doing to Yamaguchi by hanging onto him like this...there's no need to get worked up over it.
But then. All of a sudden there are warm, slender arms wrapped around his waist and Yamaguchi squeaks, inarticulate for a moment before he can swallow back the other sounds his throat is trying to make. Oikawa's question takes longer than usual to get through the short-circuiting wires in Yamaguchi's brain.]
Drink?! Umm...! [Yamaguchi's first instinct is to decline. He doesn't want to send Oikawa to fetch anything while he can barely stand. But then Yamaguchi realizes he's probably going to need a drink or two to keep up with the other boy in this state, since otherwise he may totally blow a fuse in his head the way Hinata did that one time before their first practice match.] Y-Yes! I'll go get something!!
But then. All of a sudden there are warm, slender arms wrapped around his waist and Yamaguchi squeaks, inarticulate for a moment before he can swallow back the other sounds his throat is trying to make. Oikawa's question takes longer than usual to get through the short-circuiting wires in Yamaguchi's brain.]
Drink?! Umm...! [Yamaguchi's first instinct is to decline. He doesn't want to send Oikawa to fetch anything while he can barely stand. But then Yamaguchi realizes he's probably going to need a drink or two to keep up with the other boy in this state, since otherwise he may totally blow a fuse in his head the way Hinata did that one time before their first practice match.] Y-Yes! I'll go get something!!
Ah, r-right! I am. [Glad to have something to do with his hands, Yamaguchi reaches to pull his wallet out of his jeans pocket. He holds it idly in his lap waiting for the waitress to return so they can pay.]
tsukishima & yamaguchi, the oikawapocalypse [au of an au]
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2015-03-12 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[By Saturday afternoon, after having spent all Friday night getting drunk and probably embarrassing himself in front of a blessedly patient and caring Oikawa, Yamaguchi is not feeling up to his usual self. When Tsukishima asks him to come over Yamaguchi replies that he has a stomachache and doesn't think he can handle public transportation right now. He also doesn't think twice to add that Tsukishima himself is free to come over if he wants, since it's not like Yamaguchi's contagious. He also really wouldn't mind the company. He did miss Tsukki last night when he was busy with something else, after all, even though Oikawa was there and...and was really sweet, and nice, and cool, and took care of him...
By now Oikawa's long gone to avoid Yamaguchi's family. And Yamaguchi's parents themselves have either come and gone or simply never returned. His mom said she picked up another night shift at the hospital, but also that she made dinner before she left; Yamaguchi's father hasn't sent a message yet but is probably still in the city where he works. He stays out there at capsule hotels a lot to save money on travel.
When Tsukishima arrives, Yamaguchi's dressed sloppily in an overlarge shirt and shorts. He both looks sick, and he doesn't...but something's definitely off. At least Yamaguchi seems mostly alert and happy to see him.]
Hiya, Tsukki!
By now Oikawa's long gone to avoid Yamaguchi's family. And Yamaguchi's parents themselves have either come and gone or simply never returned. His mom said she picked up another night shift at the hospital, but also that she made dinner before she left; Yamaguchi's father hasn't sent a message yet but is probably still in the city where he works. He stays out there at capsule hotels a lot to save money on travel.
When Tsukishima arrives, Yamaguchi's dressed sloppily in an overlarge shirt and shorts. He both looks sick, and he doesn't...but something's definitely off. At least Yamaguchi seems mostly alert and happy to see him.]
Hiya, Tsukki!
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