[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.]
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[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??!