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[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi's face is rapidly getting hot at having Oikawa draped over him like this, and his pulse might be getting a little quick. But Yamaguchi's got no desire right now to push him away, and instead helps to move his arms to better support Oikawa's weight.]

Ah. I-I'm glad you think so...!

Are you feeling all right, Oikawa-san? Do you need anything?

[tooruler]

I'm fine. I just need you.

[True on both counts. Now Oikawa's back home there's nothing in danger of going wrong. He hasn't had so much that he feels sick, just warm and happy and relaxed. A nice change from his usual constant assessment of everything around him. And everything is even better now he has cute, adorable, sweet Yamaguchi with him.]

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi squeaks a bit at Oikawa's wording, startled and definitely more than a little embarrassed. Not necessarily embarrassed in a bad way...he doesn't know if the message is endearing, or worrisome, or cute. But either way it makes his insides twist warmly.]

R...Right! [...] D'you think you'd maybe like to go sit down, Oikawa-san? I should really take my shoes off...

[tooruler]

[Oikawa leans back enough to get a view of Yamaguchi's face but keeps his arms around him, a little worried that this is too good to be true. That the boy he likes is going to go home and leave him alone here. A tiny crease forms between his eyebrows and his lips pull into something like a pout.]

Do I have to let go for you to do that?

[tsukkinice]

!

N-No, I guess not? [It is way too early (and too sober) in the evening for Yamaguchi to be blushing like this.] I just, I don't want you to lose your balance and fall, Oikawa-san!

[More like Oikawa making Yamaguchi lose his balance standing on one foot so they both fall.]

[tooruler]

[He's dubious and it shows because the crinkle between his eyebrows doesn't vanish but he chooses to trust Yamaguchi, slumping back onto his shoulder. This time he brushes his lips over Yamaguchi's skin as he does. Yamaguchi is just so comfortable. Why hasn't he turned this into a career already? A cute shoulder to lean on in times of need.]

I won't fall.

[tsukkinice]

[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.]

[tooruler]

[Oikawa maintains his balance as Yamaguchi takes off his shoes through sheer willpower and also by pressing up against as much of Yamaguchi as he can manage. He doesn't have any intention of letting him go. Somewhere in his mind, he knows that this is probably irritating but if Yamaguchi isn't shoving him away, then it can't be that bad.

Once his shoes are off, Oikawa lets up a little, slipping his arms around Yamaguchi's waist and putting his weight mostly back on his own feet.]

Do you want something to drink, Yama-chan?

[tsukkinice]

[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!!

[tooruler]

[Yamaguchi's right that Oikawa has no idea what he's doing to him. Oikawa might not care if he did but with his mind moving so much slower than it usually does, his brainpower is entirely fixed on staying upright, understanding what Yamaguchi says, and taking note of how cute he is.

A heavy portion on that last part.

He wrinkles his nose at Yamaguchi's words.]

Yama-chan, I couldn't possibly let you make your own drink in my house. [Hosting is a serious job! And his parents' liquor cabinet is ridiculous.

He considers the options but can't actually come up with more than one, which is to reluctantly put all of his weight back onto his own feet and make do with holding Yamaguchi's hand as he shuffles them towards the dining room.]

Is there something in particular you'd like?

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi's tension eases a bit as the grip Oikawa has on him shifts to his hand, and he follows without complaint.]

Hm?

Oh...d'you have vodka, Oikawa-san?

[tooruler]

[And another nose wrinkle - stop making him do that Yamaguchi, it'll stick that way and then he won't be nearly so cute.] If you're looking to get drunk in my house, Yama-chan, you can't be so formal. Call me "Oikawa" at least. But I also accept all variations of "Tooru".

[He keeps his hand in Yamaguchi's as he crouches in front of the liquor cabinet.]

We have plenty of vodka, some of it's even imported. [Possibly all of it, he doesn't pay too much attention to the labels. Just pushes the whiskey aside and retrieves two fairly full bottles out and a third almost empty one.]

[tsukkinice]

I-I don't mean that I wanted to get drunk or anything...!

[Maybe a little, but only with Oikawa's approval!]

Well...I-I'm gonna call you 'Oikawa,' okay? [Yamaguchi could keep stammering nonsense, but he holds back and doesn't say anything about the vodka bottles. His eyes only flicker over to them without recognizing any of the different brands. He doesn't want to sound ignorant...]

[tooruler]

[Yeah, they'll have to see about the level of alcohol consumption. But it's not like they're lacking in quantity.]

Do you want it straight or mixed with something, Yama-chan? [Yes this is a test, but there's no wrong answer when Oikawa is the type to add sugar syrup or grenadine to everything.

... He has to stand up to get Yamaguchi a glass, doesn't he? That's so hard. He'll just, wait for Yamaguchi's answer before he does that.]

[tsukkinice]

Um...mixed, I guess!

[Yamaguchi's not too fond of overly sweet things, but he also has a weak stomach and if he tries to drink the alcohol straight it'll likely come straight back up.

Belatedly, he realizes how much alcohol is actually in the cabinet, in addition to the different brands of vodka.]

...Whoa, is this really all yours?

[tooruler]

My parents'. [He says it with his voice clipped. Even mildly drunk he's not going to show affection for them or claim things that are theirs and not his even though he'll happily drink it.] There's wine and sake in the cellar as well.

[He gingerly rises to his feet, holding onto the top of the cabinet and Yamaguchi's hand to steady himself. His head goes woozy and he won't be doing that again in a hurry but he's mostly fine.]

Lemonade, orange juice or something else, Yama-chan? There's probably some around.

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi's eyes widen.] Oikawa-san!!

[With an involuntary gasp, Yamaguchi grips Oikawa's hand tightly and nearly seizes the opposite shoulder to support him as well, before Oikawa beats him to it grabbing the cabinet top. Yamaguchi's so startled (then concerned) about Oikawa swaying on his feet that he doesn't have time to dwell on the tone the other boy used, talking about his parents.]

A-Are you okay, Oikawa? [Can he walk?? What if he can't walk? Yamaguchi will carry him...!]

[tooruler]

[He can walk fine!! It's a matter of one foot in front of the other. He tries it, one step and then a second, so he feels okay confirming that with Yamaguchi.] Of course. How much do you think I've had? [Maybe he's still a little wobbly but it's not that bad.]

[tsukkinice]

Er…it's just, you were looking a bit unsteady just then…

[Still, the reassurance mollifies him enough to stop fussing, even as he keeps a close eye on the 'testing' lilt of Oikawa's next footsteps.] I'm fine with regular juice? Or soda water if there is any… [That way, it'll be busy enough flavor-wise to keep down but not sweet enough it makes him sick.]

[tooruler]

There is! [He pauses for a moment to watch Yamaguchi's face, he really likes that face, especially its freckles and the way he really seems to give a damn about whether Oikawa is capable on his feet.

He breaks his gaze away and meanders into the kitchen, which is large and filled with top of the line equipment that looks barely used, to pull open the fridge. Its shelves have only one or two items of food on them, but there is plenty of juice and a bottle of soda water that Oikawa retrieves and offers to Yamagichi.]

[tsukkinice]

[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.]

[tooruler]

[As Yamaguchi twists the top, Oikawa watches his hands, which are nice and he finds heat rising to his cheeks. He has it bad. It's so strange even liking being with someone as much as he likes being with Yamaguchi, with the exception of Iwaizumi, and that barely counts when he's known him so long, he just doesn't do attachment to people. And it's fun. He likes that he came, that he's in Oikawa's kitchen. Which might be something to tell Yamaguchi.]

I'm glad you're here, Yama-chan. [He continues watching Yamaguchi's hands as he offers him the bottle of vodka and a glass.]

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi pauses, glancing up without taking the glass for a second's hesitation. It's not exactly a provocative thing that Oikawa said, so this time there's no accompanying blush. But Yamaguchi's still surprised, and something in his chest flutters a little at the sincerity he hears in Oikawa's voice through the alcohol-induced slurring.]

I…I'm glad I'm here too. [And he means it! With a quick, almost shy look that quickly darts away to the counter, Yamaguchi takes the vodka and sets it and the glass down on the counter.] I'm not really sure how much to add.

[tooruler]

[With Oikawa's reactions as slow as they are, it takes him a moment to put together what Yamaguchi is talking about, and he blinks slowly for a few seconds before his brain finds enough energy to reply.]

It depends how quickly you want to catch up, Yama-chan. [He moves over to observe Yamaguchi and the vodka by way of draping down onto Yamaguchi and pressing against his back with his head on his shoulder. His extra couple of inches help him fit nicely and really he can't think of many things better than being drunk in the company of Yamaguchi.] If you can stomach half and half that will help you along.

[tsukkinice]

Gwa–!! [Yamaguchi knew Oikawa was feeling reeeeally affectionate tonight, the alcohol playing a large part in that, but having the older boy that close against that much of his body that suddenly still catches him totally by surprise.

He twists his head over his shoulder that Oikawa's occupying with his chin, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.] O-Oikawa-san…?