[Yamaguchi takes notice of the way Oikawa seems to linger on his face, a moment too long to be unintentional—just as Yamaguchi's about to open his mouth to ask if there's dirt on him or something, the other boy abruptly breaks his stare and cheerfully leads them both into the Oikawas' kitchen.]
Ah. Thanks, Oikawa-san. ...I mean, Oikawa! [He's still not used to calling him that. Yamaguchi takes the soda water with a smile and steps back a bit so he can open it without bumping elbows, twisting the bottle top in both hands to pop the lid.]
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Ah. Thanks, Oikawa-san. ...I mean, Oikawa! [He's still not used to calling him that. Yamaguchi takes the soda water with a smile and steps back a bit so he can open it without bumping elbows, twisting the bottle top in both hands to pop the lid.]