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[Oikawa forces down a laugh as he eavesdrops on Yamaguchi's conversation and wonders how to approach him. Wonders whether he should as well, but that scrap of conversation is probably all he'd get out of him from following him alone. "Uchizawa" rings a bell but not a large or important one, he'll file the information away for future consideration though.

He tucks his hands into his pockets and smiles as he steps alongside Yamaguchi.]

That sounds like a bother, was it your boss?

[He doesn't expect Yamaguchi to recognise him, apart from as a pretty face - he could easily be another law student going home for the night but for his lack of text books.]

[Distracted with apologizing to his go-between several more times and then hanging up the phone, Yamaguchi doesn't notice Oikawa approaching him at all until the other man speaks (having very suddenly materialized right next to him).]

? ??

[Yamaguchi startles, and actually jumps back half a meter from Oikawa—not because the younger man actually recognized who he is, but because of the sensitive material being discussed over the phone not moments before. Yamaguchi was talking in code, but people's real names were mentioned so it's still far from good for him be overheard. His voice comes out angry and panicked, though he'd like to imagine it's more the former.]

H...Hey! Were you listening to me just now!?

[Oikawa blinks and feigns innocence, though he'd really like to laugh at Yamaguchi's obvious panic.]

Not really, I mostly wanted a reason to talk to you. [He quirks the edge of his smile up.] And what better to do that than commiseration over bosses?

Bosses!? [That's...not a good way to calm him down, ha ha, bringing up Daichi.

In fact, Yamaguchi's worried enough by now that the 'wanted a reason to talk to you' bit flies right over his head. And, in the next moment, he's back to accusation again.] Wh-What about 'em? Huh!?

[!!!]

They're always making you work long hours and docking your pay for taking pens?

[Oikawa thinks that's the kind of complaints menial workers make. And he needs to do some damage control and fast or Yamaguchi might explode. And his suit's too nice to get Yamaguchi on it.]

[Yamaguchi stares at him in obvious confusion. What is this guy even talking about? He seems like he's trying to deliberately start a conversation over SOMETHING, but Yamaguchi can't possibly fathom what, if it's not related to his actual work.]

Sir...umm...was there something you wanted to say to me specifically...? I don't really think I've seen you around here before.

[Sir?! Surely he doesn't look that old.]

I'm new! I was actually hoping you might show me around the campus, some stuff came up and I had to switch schools. I'm just glad the law curriculum isn't that different between universities.

[He's hoping that's either true or Yamaguchi doesn't know that it's not.]

But if that was your job then I'm guessing you're busy? [He sighs.] That would be a pity, I was hoping someone cute would be able to show me around. [Which he figures can answer the "why him" part of Yamaguchi's question.]

Oh! You wanted someone to show you around? [Why didn't he just say that to begin with? This guy doesn't seem too bright, in Yamaguchi's opinion, but wisely he keeps the thought to himself. Instead he nervously starts chattering away, aware that he's got other stuff to take care of tonight but not rude enough to just leave a stranger standing out here alone.]

'Kay, then. My name is Yamaguchi. So you're a transfer, huh...? Are you undergrad or grad school? I'm gonna be pretty busy after this, sorry. But I probably can find somebody else that'll be able to–

[...wait, what?]

[Yamaguchi breaks off and Oikawa pauses. Is he okay? Is he having a stroke?]

Yamaguchi-kun?

[If Sawamura finds out he broke his new guy Oikawa is so fucked. He's heard the guy takes these things personally.]

Buh!? [Did he mishear? Has he finally cracked? Random strangers don't just compliment someone like Yamaguchi, let alone on his appearance.] Wh...What'd you say...?

[He doesn't sound angry, more like sort of shocked and disbelieving. As if Oikawa had claimed Yamaguchi was some kind of alien, instead of 'cute.']

[Well, he doesn't seem to be freaking out about Oikawa overhearing his conversation any more?]

That I wanted you to show me around?

[Yamaguchi seems to calm a bit at that. Maybe he did only imagine it?? Hard to believe that's something his own mind would come up with, but he'll be the first to admit he hasn't slept nearly enough recently.]

R-Right...ah... [where was he going with that train of thought again? He...ought to find someone in the law building to send this guy along to, probably...]

Oh, but if you find someone else they won't be nearly as cute, will they?

[He doesn't know whether it would count towards the number of people he's killed if Yamaguchi dies of embarrassment.]

[It would. IT WOULD COUNT.]

?? Wha–? [Yamaguchi's face is heating up, and not in a pleasant way, even though this stranger is admittedly friendly and kind of handsome himself. Yamaguchi's almost sure this has to be some kind of misunderstanding, or else a weird and unwelcome prank at his expense. Or, worse, knowing his line of work. He knows that he isn't cute at all, not remotely, so why is this guy saying so with a straight face unless he's trying to get something out of him?]

Wh...What's with you? [Er. Wait. That came out wrong–] ...I-I mean—WHO are you?

Sakeguchi Tadao! Pleased to meet you, Yamaguchi-kun.

[He pauses, smiles. It's okay, kid. He's not going to hurt you unless you really fuck up.]

Undergrad, by the way - You asked before?

Ah, got it! So am I. [There's still an uncertain feeling hovering in the pit of his stomach, but Yamaguchi's happy enough for the excuse to keep the conversation moving forward. At the very least, it means he can get this over with more quickly so he won't have to worry anymore about whether Sakeguchi really is just an odd stranger passing through.] Let's head over to the Hoshino Building, Sakeguchi-san! That's where most of the professor's offices are; a lot of students hang out there if they're waiting for a meeting...one of them will definitely be able to show you the campus and explain everything.

[A disappointment, but Iwaizumi would be pleased if his expedition is cut short.]

You're completely sure you can't?

[He perks up and fishes his phone out of his pocket.]

At least let me get your number, that way I can make up for bothering you like this some time. [Unsubtle, perhaps but "Sakeguchi" could just be that kind of guy.]

Well I could, but you'll have to wait until... [he trails of, blinking uncomprehendingly for a moment.] My number?

Oh! Wait, that's, I mean, you really don't have to make anything up to me, Sakeguchi-san... [maybe he is just some confused guy trying to be nice]

[Oikawa feigns embarrassment, scratching the side of his face and smiling awkwardly.]

That wasn't really the reason I wanted your number, Yamaguchi-kun. You don't do this often, do you?

!!?

[Is he—no. No way. People don't...don't ask that sort of thing, not to Yamaguchi—it happens to other people. It happens to Tsukishima.]

What...um...what do you mean, Sakeguchi-san! D-Do what?

[Oikawa's starting to feel a little bad. This is beyond easy and he could have gotten someone else to do it later down the track when he needed to strike a blow to Karasuno. Now his options are keep his farce up, which will unravel when Yamaguchi works out that Oikawa isn't a law student, or try and work things so Yamaguchi doesn't want to see him again which he's reluctant to do when he's having this much fun.]

Give cute boys your number so they can call you for dinner.

Buh!? [CODE RED WE WEREN'T PREPARED FOR THIS Yamaguchi's never even had the nerve to ask a cute girl for her number in his whole life; the last thing he ever expected was for some handsome-looking guy to come up to him and ask for his. What with his being taken in by the Karasuno family (and semi-permanent hang-ups on Tsukishima and now Yachi), he was starting to think he'd most likely end up a bachelor forever.

Yamaguchi's face goes heated and flushes splotchy red down his neck in record time. So you can enjoy his wordless flailing and incomprehensible noises at your own discretion, until he remembers how to properly form words, Oikawa.]

[That's adorable. It looks like Oikawa's brought about an allergic reaction in Yamaguchi by asking for his number. He looks at Yamaguchi with concern and then slowly so Yamaguchi doesn't faint, explode or run away, reaches up to place his hand on Yamaguchi's forehead.]

Yamaguchi-kun are you feeling okay?

[Yamaguchi shivers at the unexpected touch, movement rippling down his back and spreading all the way to his arms and legs. There's no way that Oikawa wouldn't be able to feel it. Immediately after that, Yamaguchi's body abruptly stiffens, like he's going to pull back and away from him—but, he doesn't. There's obviously no fever, but the skin beneath Oikawa's palm should be very warm, now, indeed.]

Sorry! S-Sorry, I'm fine...!

[Or, make that embarrassed, intimidated, anxious, frankly a little scared and...hopeful? Yep, hopeful. And it's such an out-of-place feeling that Yamaguchi nearly doesn't recognize it, through all the negative knee-jerk emotions underneath he feels at being caught like this when he wasn't expecting it. But...is this guy actually asking him out, out of the blue, without knowing Yamaguchi at all? Just because he wanted to? That's never happened to him before; he didn't think at any point it ever would.]

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