[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.
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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.
[He's having fun.]