[Yamaguchi drops his eyes to the floor. It's the same motion he feels in his heart right then, plummeting in his chest with a sick and uneasy feeling he can't place but is becoming more and more familiar the more this subject comes up with Oikawa. It's eating Yamaguchi. He was perfectly happy and content not one minute ago, but just those few sentences from Oikawa is enough to make the prickling of anxiety return without any comfort of infatuation to dampen the worry.
Yamaguchi turns his face away, not fully able to rein in his downtrodden expression or the minute slump in his shoulders. He doesn't pull his hand away from where it's joined together with Oikawa's on the floor; but, he also doesn't try to lean into Oikawa with his upper body the way he normally would. Oikawa doesn't seem to like Tsukishima very much…well, yeah, he definitely doesn't. But the way he says these things so cheerily with that smile (is it a real smile?) of his—like that's supposed to make it better, or even romantic, instead of just mean-spirited–]
Oikawa-san… [The honorific slips out without thinking. Yamaguchi doesn't even realize that he's said it at first. He's too preoccupied with old thoughts that threaten to surface again without his wanting: the nagging mantra at the back of his mind, asking Why is Oikawa doing this? even at the expense of feigning ignorance to himself that it's intentional.] I don't want you calling Tsukki an asshole anymore. O-Or anything else. You don't know him at all.
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Yamaguchi turns his face away, not fully able to rein in his downtrodden expression or the minute slump in his shoulders. He doesn't pull his hand away from where it's joined together with Oikawa's on the floor; but, he also doesn't try to lean into Oikawa with his upper body the way he normally would. Oikawa doesn't seem to like Tsukishima very much…well, yeah, he definitely doesn't. But the way he says these things so cheerily with that smile (is it a real smile?) of his—like that's supposed to make it better, or even romantic, instead of just mean-spirited–]
Oikawa-san… [The honorific slips out without thinking. Yamaguchi doesn't even realize that he's said it at first. He's too preoccupied with old thoughts that threaten to surface again without his wanting: the nagging mantra at the back of his mind, asking Why is Oikawa doing this? even at the expense of feigning ignorance to himself that it's intentional.] I don't want you calling Tsukki an asshole anymore. O-Or anything else. You don't know him at all.