[Yamaguchi doesn't even question it. With a miserable sob, he launches himself desperately into Oikawa's arms and buries his face in the older boy's shoulder, eyes leaking onto the shirt his boyfriend slept in.]

I'm s-so sorry. I– [he gasps, choking on air to even get the words out] –I'll s-stop! Promise, I…I'm really sorry! Cah, c-r-rap, I'm being such a baby…

[Yamaguchi can't stand being seen like this. Memories of being in fifth grade and helpless swim before his eyes, stomach lurching at the reminder of when everyone knew just how pathetic he was. That only makes him cry harder.]

…D-Dunno…wh-what I'm even crying for, hahn…s'okay. I still… […like Oikawa. So much that it's like a disease, enough that Yamaguchi wouldn't think twice to stay with him even knowing what he's heard, if the other boy actually gave him the option. Yamaguchi's used to being a last resort, in volleyball and everything else; it's awful, but he'll take it, he'll do whatever it takes to be considered.]