[Yamaguchi hadn't been sitting down for long when one of the greeters approaches him, kindly asking if he has a reservation. He gives her "Sakeguchi's" name, but after checking the list she tells him there's no one scheduled tonight under that name. Or under his, when he asks. Yamaguchi frowns, wondering if there's been a mistake, and the woman starts reading off the reservation list for him: Sumimoto, Konishi, Miyake, Oikawa...
Shit. Oh, shit. The waitress keeps talking, but Yamaguchi breaks out in cold sweat, no longer listening. What was that last one? Oikawa? As in, Oikawa Tooru? Come to think of it, this restaurant is right at the border of Seijou's territory—it's not an uncommon last name, to be sure, but what if the infamous Grand King is actually here tonight?
Would Yamaguchi even recognize him? Oikawa or any member of Seijou would recognize Yamaguchi, by the tiny Karasuno pin he wears on his jacket that nobody in public would ever recognize. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should text Sakeguchi an apology and try to leave while he still can–]
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Shit. Oh, shit. The waitress keeps talking, but Yamaguchi breaks out in cold sweat, no longer listening. What was that last one? Oikawa? As in, Oikawa Tooru? Come to think of it, this restaurant is right at the border of Seijou's territory—it's not an uncommon last name, to be sure, but what if the infamous Grand King is actually here tonight?
Would Yamaguchi even recognize him? Oikawa or any member of Seijou would recognize Yamaguchi, by the tiny Karasuno pin he wears on his jacket that nobody in public would ever recognize. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should text Sakeguchi an apology and try to leave while he still can–]