[Yamaguchi's laughably on edge and tense with buzzing nerves from having Oikawa pressed up so closely to him, while he removes his shoes. He tries to tell himself it's only a matter of Oikawa keeping himself upright—that he's drunk, and probably just doesn't realize what he's doing to Yamaguchi by hanging onto him like this...there's no need to get worked up over it.
But then. All of a sudden there are warm, slender arms wrapped around his waist and Yamaguchi squeaks, inarticulate for a moment before he can swallow back the other sounds his throat is trying to make. Oikawa's question takes longer than usual to get through the short-circuiting wires in Yamaguchi's brain.]
Drink?! Umm...! [Yamaguchi's first instinct is to decline. He doesn't want to send Oikawa to fetch anything while he can barely stand. But then Yamaguchi realizes he's probably going to need a drink or two to keep up with the other boy in this state, since otherwise he may totally blow a fuse in his head the way Hinata did that one time before their first practice match.] Y-Yes! I'll go get something!!
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But then. All of a sudden there are warm, slender arms wrapped around his waist and Yamaguchi squeaks, inarticulate for a moment before he can swallow back the other sounds his throat is trying to make. Oikawa's question takes longer than usual to get through the short-circuiting wires in Yamaguchi's brain.]
Drink?! Umm...! [Yamaguchi's first instinct is to decline. He doesn't want to send Oikawa to fetch anything while he can barely stand. But then Yamaguchi realizes he's probably going to need a drink or two to keep up with the other boy in this state, since otherwise he may totally blow a fuse in his head the way Hinata did that one time before their first practice match.] Y-Yes! I'll go get something!!