A girl? [Yamaguchi blinks, staring for a moment, then catches himself and quickly looks away with the hopes it'll hide how red his face still is.] R-Right! Yeah let's, go in?
Hm? [Oh! He didn't think twice about mentioning her, but that probably wasn't the best move.] Yes. She didn't like me much. [They lasted one and a quarter dates - he can't remember her name.
He holds the door open for Yamaguchi and tries not to get distracted by his stammer. Try not to get the pink on you, Yamaguchi.]
Didn't like you? [Yamaguchi seems genuinely taken aback by that. Eat it up, Oikawa.
He nearly misses the other boy holding the door for him, but then he sees and belatedly hurries forward inside the restaurant, eyes widening a bit at all the...pink.] Ah, thanks, Oikawa-san.
[Every time Yamaguchi proves himself nice, Oikawa's usual thoughts stop in their tracks. He's used to everyone understanding immediately why someone wouldn't like him. Yamaguchi's just... nice. It's uncomfortably charming.]
You really don't have to call me "Oikawa-san", Yama-chan.
[A waitress, as pink as the rest of the cafe, appears and shepherds them to a table on the edge. There's a fuchsia (pink) candle in the middle with maroon and lilac glitter sprinkled on it. In a fit of obnoxiousness, Oikawa pulls out one of the chairs and holds it for Yamaguchi to sit on.] I really am glad you came, you know.
[Yamaguchi's not talking too loudly, and when the waitress approaches, he immediately shuts up so as to accommodate her greeting. He lets the topic of nicknames go for the moment, while he and Oikawa are led to their table. In that time, he's distracted yet again by just how vibrantly pink everything is. Yamaguchi only snaps back to the present when Oikawa pulls the chair out for him, and he's nearly too embarrassed by that gesture alone to sit down.]
You...um, you don't have to...th-thanks!! [For that, and the compliment both. Yamaguchi's not usually this flustered, honestly; but then he's not usually alone in the company of a sort of super-charming guy who seems inexplicably happy to share his company, either. Combined with the fact that Seijou's still a rival school, and that Oikawa keeps calling this (treating this??) like an actual date despite his protests, Yamaguchi's pretty damn flustered for a teenager meeting up with a casual friend.]
...This place is kinda different than I expected...
[Draping his coat over the back of his chair, Oikawa takes his own seat. As far as he's concerned, this is a date, whether Yamaguchi wants to call it that or not. Admittedly, he does this to Iwaizumi as well but that's more about making him swear and pull faces than what he's up to with Yamaguchi. Which... He doesn't want to think about because he thought he knew what he was doing here but that doesn't explain why he's smiling properly rather than his usual insincere mask.]
What were you expecting? I wouldn't take you anywhere but the best. [He might have picked it for the atmosphere but their food is nice or he would have found somewhere better.]
I suppose it is a little. But there's some red over there. [He points - it's a heart shaped balloon floating next to the counter, out of a pot plant like a mutant tree.]
he can be a little shit too but he needs tsukki to hide behind
This is the pinkest place I've ever seen. [Which wouldn't necessarily be bad—Yamaguchi's not someone that cares too much about colors by themselves—but the overall effect is pretty garish.]
now all I can picture is yamaguchi sending tsukki out like a pokemon to tell oikawa he's a dick
Wait, show me? [Emphasis on 'me'—if nothing else, it manages to distract Yamaguchi from the pink decor as he looks at Oikawa in surprise.] ...How come?
... don't get me started, I'd think too hard about pokemon types (tsukki = ice oikawa = dragon ohko)
[Well, he likes talking to him, and so far spending time with him is going okay. He does wonder about why he enjoys that but right now he'd rather talk to Yamaguchi than get into uncomfortable introspection.]
yaaaas meanwhile yamaguchi is the normal-est of normal types
I do! [He hesitates. That shouldn't have been a surprise. Has he read Yamaguchi wrong? He doesn't often but there are always exceptions.] Don't you like spending time with me?
[Oikawa's smile falls completely. Yamaguchi didn't say no. Maybe he meant that to be reassuring but in between teasing and flirting Oikawa managed to get the impression that Yamaguchi was at least entertained by his conversation and he's only realising now that he never said as much.]
I'm sorry! S-Sorry, what I mean is...um...no one's ever said that to me before, Oikawa-san.
And so you surprised me by saying that you wanted to spend time with me! That's all.
[And Yamaguchi's blushing again, hoo boy. But, it's 100% true—only Tsukishima could Yamaguchi be completely sure actually wanted to hang out with him, and Tsukki never said those kinds of things out loud, unless forced or sarcastically. Having someone cool like Oikawa say it so easily feels...
[Unexpectedly, a bright smile lights up on Yamaguchi's face.]
Strawberry shortcake? You like that, Oikawa-san?
That's Tsukki's favorite, too! [Mentioning his best friend's favorite food offhand seems an odd thing to get excited about, but Yamaguchi tends to draw comfort from familiar things. Shortcake, at least, he knows how to make conversation about, however insignificant it might be.]
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