[Yamaguchi gapes, trying his hardest to catch up to the words happening in real time even as he perceives them in a strange kind of embarrassment-induced slow motion.
Oh. Hold on. Not interested? That's not right, he thinks numbly, forcing his brain to work despite all the blood diverted to his extremely red face. That can't be right at all. Sakeguchi thinks Yamaguchi's the one that wouldn't be–?]
W-Wait! Sakeguchi-san!! [Unthinkingly, Yamaguchi suddenly reaches forward on some unknown impulse and grabs Oikawa by the wrist before he can leave. The younger man looks nervous and faintly desperate.]
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Oh. Hold on. Not interested? That's not right, he thinks numbly, forcing his brain to work despite all the blood diverted to his extremely red face. That can't be right at all. Sakeguchi thinks Yamaguchi's the one that wouldn't be–?]
W-Wait! Sakeguchi-san!! [Unthinkingly, Yamaguchi suddenly reaches forward on some unknown impulse and grabs Oikawa by the wrist before he can leave. The younger man looks nervous and faintly desperate.]
You'd really like to have my phone number!!?