[The sentence cuts off, Yamaguchi making a startled noise when Oikawa squeezes his wrist. It drives all other thought from his mind, and Yamaguchi nearly misses what the other boy says next.
But, he doesn't miss it. 'Next time.' Like there would be a next time, Yamaguchi realizes dimly, in some corner of his mind that's less distracted by how warm his face is.] Next...
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[The sentence cuts off, Yamaguchi making a startled noise when Oikawa squeezes his wrist. It drives all other thought from his mind, and Yamaguchi nearly misses what the other boy says next.
But, he doesn't miss it. 'Next time.' Like there would be a next time, Yamaguchi realizes dimly, in some corner of his mind that's less distracted by how warm his face is.] Next...
[next time–] You want to come over next week??