[Well, that certainly gets the desired reaction: Yamaguchi snaps back to attention from where he'd been absently watching Oikawa eat, to find the other boy's fork hovering right in front of him.]
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[I have my own spoon, though? is all Yamaguchi can think stupidly to himself as Oikawa holds out the bite of cake for him, smiling. The expectant look on Oikawa's face makes Yamaguchi shiver for some reason, though it may have to do with the familiar red flush already crawling up the skin of his neck and making his face too hot to stand. Yamaguchi's all but paralyzed in his chair from the awkwardness of it.]
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[I have my own spoon, though? is all Yamaguchi can think stupidly to himself as Oikawa holds out the bite of cake for him, smiling. The expectant look on Oikawa's face makes Yamaguchi shiver for some reason, though it may have to do with the familiar red flush already crawling up the skin of his neck and making his face too hot to stand. Yamaguchi's all but paralyzed in his chair from the awkwardness of it.]