[Ordinarily, Yamaguchi might be concerned by that genuine shimmer of distress that gets through Oikawa's exaggerated pouting. But there's very suddenly a ghost of breath on his shoulder at the same time as a graze of unfamiliar-warm-soft contact and waitamunite is that Oikawa's mouth-]
Cah-!
...Y...Y-Yes!
[With a very noticeable shiver from Yamaguchi's neck all the way down to the tips of his toes, he clumsily tries to adjust himself to accommodate Oikawa's weight using his upper body. With both arms at least partially free, he next does his best to brace himself with one hand against the nearby wall of the entryway. Heart racing, he has to concentrate way too hard to lift his foot to blindly remove one shoe at a time. His legs wobble, but he mercifully doesn't tumble over.]
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Cah-!
...Y...Y-Yes!
[With a very noticeable shiver from Yamaguchi's neck all the way down to the tips of his toes, he clumsily tries to adjust himself to accommodate Oikawa's weight using his upper body. With both arms at least partially free, he next does his best to brace himself with one hand against the nearby wall of the entryway. Heart racing, he has to concentrate way too hard to lift his foot to blindly remove one shoe at a time. His legs wobble, but he mercifully doesn't tumble over.]