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[It warms his heart seeing the normally cool and stony Sakusa behaving so coy and vulnerable, asking him about his thoughts, smiling at him however slightly... There's a small lantern in the center of their table, the glow of it bouncing off the high points of Sakusa's cheeks, nose, and lips. Like his smiles, these parts are usually hidden from the rest of the world. And they're so so beautiful...

Wakatoshi realizes, truly, just how lucky he is that he's able to see him so freely now.

He lowers the menu, gazing at his...boyfriend? Partner? Lover? Gazing at Sakusa head-on, no obstructions, no nets, nothing in the way.]

I was thinking...about how perfect I want tonight to be for you.

[And also the silly joke he'd launched his way. Aww. Tendou would have been proud of his comedic timing. And of Sakusa's too. Even Wakatoshi can't fight back the slight snicker.]

...you said it, not me.

[There's no way Sakusa, with his careful and meaningful ways, did not bump their knees by mistake. Wakatoshi pauses to consider it, then taps his foot, ever so lightly, against Sakusa's ankle.]

You don't have to be modest. We both know it's true.

[What's polite dinner conversation?

Sakusa's eyebrows shoot up when Ushijima's foot pushes back, light as it is. Most people wouldn't expect Ushijima to be the playful, flirty type, but that just makes it all the more satisfying to Sakusa. There's something special about being the only one in the world to be on the receiving end of his teasing and kisses. Maybe it's a little juvenile, but Sakusa smirks back and nudges Ushijima's foot, this time more firmly and for longer.

The more Sakusa thinks about, the tighter his chest feels. Here Ushijima is, flirting with him in this amazing place that's tailored to Sakusa's taste. How could Ushijima doubt that this was anything less than perfect? It'd be easier to look away and blush when confronted by his feelings, but Sakusa keeps his eyes trained on Ushijima, his face completely revealed as the blush sprawls upward and outward. The tips of his ears burn redder than his lips, and he knows it, baring a rare display of a fully flushed face to his date.]

You know, you don't need all of this to make me happy. As long as it's clean, executed to the best of your ability, and you are by my side, then it will be perfect to me. So if that's your goal, you've accomplished it already.

[Because Ushijima was. Perfect. He's gone above and beyond for Sakusa tonight, and he even orders for the both of them so Sakusa doesn't have to talk with the server when it comes time to order. It makes Sakusa's heart squeeze and his hands restless to spike a ball as hard as he can. He inspects both of their plates and silverware sets, and when he's satisfied that they're free of smudges, takes to twisting one of his wrists back and forth anxiously. He waits until the waiter's gone to speak again.]

I'll admit, it's a lot. Nobody else has put in such effort just to please me... I keep wondering what's in it for you. Wouldn't it be more fun to date somebody cheerful and cute than somebody who is so particular?

[It's not insecurity talking; it's just fact. Sakusa isn't an idiot: he knows he's difficult to please, and very few are willing to put in the effort it takes to make Sakusa comfortable, let alone happy. He's what they call high maintenance, just a different brand of high maintenance than the usual stock. And he's not the usual brand of boyfriend material. He won't repay Ushijima back in tagged selfies with cute filters on social media, or romance Ushijima with kisses in the rain or dancing on the beach.

The attention to detail and care that Ushijima's invested in the evening is an entirely new experience; he's thankful, for certain, but unsure how to respond to all this affection. He certainly can't proceed like he normally would, with only his own interests at heart and not giving a care to what anybody else might think. His smile fades back into a contemplative grimace.]

For the first time, I care what somebody thinks of me. It's not a feeling I like.

[Playing footsie in a restaurant that most could only dream of visiting while dressed to the nines and exchanging fond looks and meaningful glances with a longtime friend-slash-rival turned lover...it's certainly not something Wakatoshi ever predicted for himself, let alone expected to enjoy. He's not the type to start looking a gift horse in the mouth, so he takes it for what it is, pats his foot against Sakusa's as he smoothly orders their meal for them based on recommendations, what Sakusa has said he likes and dislikes over the years, and his own online research.

But when Sakusa, brimming with an almost tangible anxiety that Wakatoshi can feel from his side of the table, begins to fidget and talk in that blunt and certain way of his, Wakatoshi finds himself lowering his foot and breathing a little deeper and slower. Expectant, although unsure of what to expect.

Ah, he thinks he understands now. Treading new territory.]

Kiyoomi...

[With nowhere to go, and nothing to hold onto, his large hands lay flat on the wrinkle-free and spotless tablecloth, his gaze soon following.]

My parents dated and married because it was what was expected of them. My father, the kind and cheerful athlete, and my mother, the stern and traditional housewife. They...did not have a lot in common. They eventually divorced. Even despite this, I was always held to the expectations of others. What an ace should be like, what a team should do for its ace, what a relationship should be like...

[Jaw tightening, he shakes his head and forces himself to relax with a sigh.]

I've tried being with someone that was expressive and cute. I suppose you could call them mercurial. It did not work out between us.

[That's putting it lightly. It was disastrous. Perhaps doomed from the start depending on who was asked; and considering they wanted different things the other could not readily provide, or just different people in general, Wakatoshi, in hindsight, would agree.

It was a learning experience and since then, Wakatoshi knew it was best for his sake to go for what he wanted versus what other people expected him.

He lifts his gaze back onto Sakusa.]

I've since learned what I want. Someone who understands I do things at a different pace, and that I might not always understand the latest trends or craze and that I might prefer a quiet night in and that sometimes I would rather fill space with comfortable silence because I don't always have something to say.

You're that person for me, Kiyoomi. I don't have any expectations of you. But I also won't pretend to know what it is that you need or want. I only know I will do everything I can to give it to you. But I also understand if it might be overwhelming or uncomfortable for you...

[He reaches a hand over across the table, fingertips coming to a rest on the inside of Sakusa's wrist, as he remembers they're about to eat and Sakusa has already washed his hands.]

...I can stop or slow down, if you want me to.

[Sakusa's not the type to nod or smile during conversation, but he listens carefully and comes to better understanding with each example. Despite how long they've known each other, these are things he didn't know about Ushijima.

He catches onto the gist fairly quickly, coming from a similar mindset himself. Living up to others' expectations never ends well, especially when those expectations overlook the particularities of a relationship. Applied to them, Sakusa suspects the point is that their similarities and commitment to each other is more important than living up to any notion of a typical romance. Although Sakusa puts little to no investment in anybody's expectations except for his own, he feels closer to the other man, more than anything, after hearing that he feels the same, especially in his vision of a happily quiet partnership. Sakusa catches onto one detail and treasures it with a smile after Ushijima says it: Ushijima doesn't understand trends, and Sakusa doesn't care for them altogether. They're perfect for each other.]

Rather than slowing down, I want to take the next step forward with you. I see why you would choose somebody like me now. We have a much more favorable foundation for a relationship than your parents or your previous relationship. For me, there's nobody in my heart except for you, and I don't think there ever will be, even if we put an end to this.

That said... I won't lie to you. I have expectations. You claim to care for me, and I believe you. And so, I expect you to prove that to me every day. I expect you to never break my heart. I expect you to work beside me when things go wrong, and not give up on us. I expect you to give me nothing less than your best effort to make this relationship work.

So long as we can agree on these terms, I am confident in our resolve to each other. Of course, these expectations are ones I expect of myself as well.

[No "I'm sorry to hear that"s or "That's unfortunate"s or even a "Is that okay?". Ushijima says he wants Sakusa, and this is who he is, down to the demanding and intense bits that tend to put off everybody else. He looks at where they're joined by the wrist and then up to Ushijima, curling his wrist over Ushijima's hand. Flexible wrists, after all. If sharing germs isn't a love language, Sakusa doesn't know what is.]

[For the near-decade or so that Wakatoshi has known him, Sakusa has always been strong-minded. Once he's made his decision about anything, nothing could deter him. He's always appreciated that about him. After dating someone that only seemed to want to please him, and another one who couldn't decide if he loved or hated Wakatoshi (or, hell, if he had lingering feelings for someone else), that sort of honesty and confidence was a strong breath of fresh air.

Sakusa twists his flexible wrists and their hands now touch, and Wakatoshi can't help the smile stretching across his lips.]

I'm relieved to hear you say those words, Kiyoomi. I appreciate your honesty, more than you could possibly know, and I agree to those terms.

[Those terms went without saying. Wakatoshi had every intention of loving and protecting Sakusa, even through the good and bad. Anyone else, and those same words would sound like some sort of verbal contract between business partners or the fine print on a miai pamphlet. His own mother probably sounded like that when she and his father were first courting, though Wakatoshi's confident that the love he feels for the man sitting across him far exceeds theirs.

No offense, mother.

He's stroking his thumb fondly over the web of skin between Sakusa's thumb and forefinger, doesn't withdraw it even as the waiter comes by with their appetizer salads: crisp and fresh greens, dressings on the side of course. He barely regards the waiter as the plates are set up and the employee, getting the hint from Wakatoshi's brusque wave-off when asked for refills, whisks himself away to get the rest of their order.]

So, this means we're official then. I'll take care of you. I promise.

[Sakusa can normally accept when things don't go his way as long as he's done his best, but any other answer in this situation would have genuinely hurt him. The moment Ushijima agrees to his terms, he lets out a held breath, his fingertips twitch, and his former smile is revived. This is to say, he's pleased by Ushijima's response. Sakusa nods in outward demonstration of his feeling. Even the way Ushijima waves off the waiter makes Sakusa fall a little deeper in love with him.]

As will I. I promise.

...Now that that's settled, I need to know. Who did you date? How many have you dated? Do I know them? What attracted you to them? Why did you break up?

[Sakusa could go on, but he forces himself to stop. An ex of Ushijima's is a threat, and that means Sakusa needs to know everything about the circumstances. Sakusa's as thorough in his questioning about his romantic rival, which he'd only formerly done with volleyball. Ushijima was already on his list of things he'd see through, but now he assumes the entitlement to ask.

It's probably a welcome relief when the waiter comes back with their appetizer bread and charcuterie board, though Sakusa's hand keeps Ushijima's wrist pinned right where it is.]

[Oh.

Right. Sakusa's always been a bit thorough with his research, hasn't he? Of course, this isn't research about a rival or opponent in volleyball so much as he's likely just trying to find out more about the people Wakatoshi's been with. It's normal to want to know about your lover's ex, one of those article had boasted, and if your foundation of a relationship is strong enough, then divulging such details shouldn't be a problem.

(Wakatoshi can't remember which magazine had said that, though. It was likely a men's magazine, though...)

He thinks it over a moment, then shrugs and responds, naturally--]

I haven't dated many people. They were mostly brief dalliances, really. I don't think you know of them aside from the captain of Niiyama Girls' volleyball team; that was mostly experimental for the both of us. And Shirabu Kenjirou, who played setter for Shiratorizawa for two years.

But the most serious one, for me, was --

[And by that point, the waiter, and his impeccable timing, returns to their table with the other fancy fixins, and takes his sweet time setting it up, too. Wakatoshi isn't as short with him as before, but that isn't to say he even spares the guy a customary glance when he's asked, yet again, if he needs anything else.]

...as I was saying. I...am not sure if he will agree with me in calling it a relationship, but I did have something with Oikawa Tooru, a volleyball player I've known for quite some time. I don't know if you know of him, he plays in Argentina now...

[Now that he thinks about it, Wakatoshi may have been heard talking about that particular setter. Not directly to Sakusa, as Wakatoshi didn't talk much about Miyagi or other particular players during his conversations with him over the years. And since Oikawa's team never made it to Nationals because of Wakatoshi, he never saw the point. But word may have gotten around...]

[Oh, Ushijima. Expecting Sakusa to be reasonable about this. Sakusa cocks his head while listening this time, his brows the most expression feature on his face. They raise when he hears about the Niiyama Girls' captain and furrow remembering Shirabu and how casual he'd been with Ushijima during first year at Nationals. These two, Sakusa can accept. It's that final one, Ushijima's most important ex, that makes finally Sakusa sneer over the table. This time Sakusa snaps a, "Hurry up. We're talking," at the unfortunate waiter assigned to them.

Once alone again, Sakusa listens patiently, albeit with an expression growing in dissatisfaction. Oikawa Tooru. He'd never met the man himself, and his only reference was an article in Volleyball magazine only a few years ago. Next to a glossy column boasting of a Japanese setter's accomplishments abroad was a picture of a man with a dazzling smile and perfectly coifed hair. Sakusa would be lying if he said he couldn't understand if it was just a physical thing. But between the tone Ushijima used back then and how he says his name now, Sakusa suspicion that things were more complicated than that is implicitly confirmed.]

I've heard of him. Our teams never played. [It's a jab. A small one, but a jab nonetheless.]

The Niiyama Girls' captain and Shiratorizawa's setter, I can understand...

[They were, in Sakusa's opinion, strong and therefore worthy. But this...nobody? Was Ushijima's ex? And the way Ushijima talked about him, Sakusa can't help but think Ushijima was the more invested partner.

Sakusa has a million questions and more still formulating, but the biggest one is:] You said you had "something" with him. Define "something."

[That poor waiter. Wakatoshi offers him nothing in the way of sympathy, not even a wince or a murmured apology. He'll give him a healthy tip later. Not because he's guilty or anything -- it's just nice manners he's picked up from overseas travel.

His own expression remains neutral despite Sakusa's own obvious exasperation. Alright, so maybe that men's magazine article was not entirely accurate.]

Right, both his junior high and high school teams never made it to Nationals. Despite being hailed as the best setter in Miyagi prefecture, his teams have always lost to Shiratorizawa.

[He's not bragging -- just merely stating fact. Somewhere, in San Juan, Argentina, a Japanese ex-pat is having a sneezing fit. And it's not going to get any better.

Wakatoshi pauses for a moment to consider his next few words.]

...and because of Oikawa's skills of a setter, I had always thought he was better-suited for Shiratorizawa. He resented me for his losses and for what I've said to him about his team over the years, though I had never said anything with malicious intent. I suppose it wouldn't have mattered if I did or did not.

During the end of our third year of high school, he and I...started to see each other. For him, it was strictly physical. And in secret. I did not see the relationship in the same light. But I always did suspect he was in love with someone else. Not that it mattered, because after graduation, we went our separate ways and have not seen or spoken to each other since.

If he was that good, then he should have listened to you and gone to Shiratorizawa.

[Not to parrot Ushijima's own thoughts, but it just makes sense that way. Sakusa's not a fan of things that don't make sense. He's also not a fan of Oikawa. His eyebrows twitch again, toward the later part, as he begins to fill in the blanks. Sakusa has a running timeline in his head and it's filled with his own experiences, facts about other players, and, now, Ushijima's romantic life. As that missing year of Sakusa's second year and Ushijima's last is filled in, Sakusa can't help but scowl. Not only hadn't Itachiyama played against Shiratorizawa at Nationals, but now he knows Ushijima had been spending that time tangled up in...Oikawa.

There's no regret. No sense of something missing. No second guessing what happened or how it happened.

Feeling like that are pointless, and Sakusa knows it. In the first place, it's not like he asked just to cause trouble. All he'd wanted is understanding, and now he has exactly that. There's a peace that comes with it. He should be satisfied, yet... Now that he has his answers, it makes the flickers of jealousy still stirring in his chest harder to process.]

The relationship sounds like it was over before it even began. Trying to make it work any longer would have been a waste of time on both sides.

I accept this part of you, though. It's obvious that we're much better suited together anyway. Do you regret it?

[Regret being with Oikawa or regret telling Sakusa, it's hard to tell which he means. Either way, Sakusa finally seems to relax. He's heard what he needs to hear, and it will take some time to decide what to do with this new information. For now, he's satisfied with what Ushijima has told him. He's probably broken at least Unspoken Rules of a First Date, but he pays it no mind. Instead he's relieved enough to start eating, carefully arranging portions on his appetizer plate.]

I was right, the portions are small.

[Facts! he hears Tendou's voice in his brain responding to Sakusa's conclusion.]

Yes, the relationship was a mistake from the start. I realize that now. I'd say I regret the wasted effort and the heartache, but those negative experiences help to shape who the person I am today; helped me realize what I truly need and want.

[He gives Sakusa a pointed look. The smile returns, partially.]

So, no, I don't regret anything at all.

[It's a shaky part of his past but he's thankful for the experience, at least; it helped him get those "wild days of youth" out of his system before he was able to find someone -- like Sakusa -- he was willing to seriously settle down with. That Sakusa seems to be at ease now helps Wakatoshi relax as well. Maybe they can actually eat now?]

It's French and Japanese fusion.

[At least, that's what the website had said, as if to explain why the portions are so small, especially compared to their prices.]

If you want, you can have mine. Or I can order another for you.

[There's no way to interpret Ushijima's explanation as anything other than implying Sakusa is what he needs and wants, and while Sakusa's not the type to get riled up by compliments, Ushijima's sincerity will always fluster him. The blush on his cheek remains light, but the tips of his ears and neck darken. If Ushijima squints, he might even see an upward tick of the edges of Sakusa's lips, like he's smiling to himself.]

It doesn't bother me. The smaller the portions, the higher the quality. That's how it usually is at places like this, right? If not, then they're scamming you.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. If it's not enough or tastes bad, we can just go home and eat something else.

[So what if wait staff overheard his rude remarks while passing by their table? Sakusa's not impressed by things like the calmari costing more than an ikazaya's entire check or how perfectly angled the tuna pillowed on their greens is. As long as it's healthy and safe to eat, Sakusa's fine with it. Tastes are fleeting and food is just nutrients.

Despite his judgements, he does have impeccable table manners, more from keeping himself and his clothing clean rather than respect. He tosses his tie over a shoulder, rolls up his sleeves, and spreads a napkin over his lap before even reaching for a fork. It takes Sakusa longer than it probably should to inspect and prod at a plateful of shredded greens and fish, but he manages to get it into his mouth, chews slow and deliberate. After swallowing, he pats his mouth with a napkin he brought himself and gives a single, curt nod of approval.]

We can stay. But if the main course is just as small, we should order more.

[The menu wasn't created with professional athletes in mind, after all.]

[Ah, there are few moments where he wishes he was more like that one middle-blocker from the Inarizaki team who always had his phone camera ready to snap a picture before, during, and after games. Witnessing Sakusa blushing like this...he'd like to capture the image forever.

Maybe next time.

Wakatoshi isn't as particular about his food as Sakusa is, but he does mirror his behavior with regards to keeping his tie and lap clean. The food is good, delicious even, but as Sakusa said: there's not enough of it when compared to similar restaurants in the West. Maybe that's why these types of places are good for special occasions only.

Finished with his first bite, he swallows it, chases it with a hearty sip of his ice water, then nods. While he may appear calm, inwardly he's quite relieved with Sakusa's approval of the place. If things hadn't been satisfactory, he wouldn't think twice of leaving the place. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case. Everything seems to be going so well.]

We can do that. Or we can go somewhere else, I do not mind. I had done a lot of research...and this place seemed to be the best one. I'm glad you're satisfied with it. I...normally don't choose restaurants like this.

That's good, because I don't normally go to restaurants at all.

[There were many reasons for that, Sakusa could list about ten off the top of his head, but he doesn't offer an explanation. He eats another piece, and never speaks while chewing.]

It has to be special for me to come to a place like this. Tonight, for example, is special.

[Quietly:] Actually...it feels like something out of a movie.

[No sooner than said, he looks up from his plate, warningly, and casts a suspicious stare over the table.] But don't get the wrong idea. I don't want to do this often. You should also tell me what you like, so I can take you on a date that meets your standards too.

[It's not a surprise at all that Sakusa doesn't visit restaurants. That he's willing to forgo that for Wakatoshi’s sake makes this moment even more heartwarming.]

It really is.

[The chuckle Wakatoshi lets out is barely audible even in their personal little bubble in this already-soft and quiet restaurant.]

I'm curious as to which movie you're thinking of...

And not to worry. I intend to spoil you as often as possible, but not like this.

[If he were the playful type, he might have winked by now. But he's not that at all. His expression softens but otherwise remains true.]

I'm positive anything you can come up with would be fine by me. I trust you, Kiyoomi. Implictly.

Beauty and the Beast. It even reminds me of the ride. All that's missing is for the plates to start singing and dancing.

[It's mostly because everything is so fancy, and the night feels as magical as being trapped in an enchanted castle. This date might seem lowkey to anybody else, but to Sakusa, everything about tonight has been incredibly dramatic.

...And just because Sakusa is capable of being a teasing jerk:] You shouldn't be so trusting, Wakatoshi.

[There's a moment of silence, and then a quiet shuffle. Sakusa's foot brushes against Ushijima's ankle again. Only there's no shoe.]

Oh. I've never seen that movie.

[~~This is starting to kinda remind his mun of an old thread~~.]

But I think I understand what you mean, in a general sense. Everything is going so well.

[His head tilts, almost expectant, before he suddenly jerks and straightens himself up when the soft cotton of Sakusa's sock brushes up against his ankle. Their low-key game of footsie earlier aside, he hadn't expected this turn of events at all.

Steadying his knowing gaze on Sakusa, one of his thick eyebrows arches high up on his forehead; and after he takes in their surroundings, he adjusts his posture so he appears more relaxed...and lets his long legs spread beneath the table.]

I shouldn't be so trusting? Why not?

~~[life imitates art, what can i say.]~~

[Sakusa raises a brow. After all, despite any complaints, Sakusa doesn't take action unless he approves or feels a risk is certain. Ushijima saying that everything is going well could be interpreted as surprise, which Sakusa will have none of. It only makes him want to retaliate stronger, a feeling compounded by Ushijima's startled reaction at his touch.]

I think you know why already. [He toes along the bone and muscle, nearly halfway up his calf, lifting the hem of his pant leg before pulling away.]

[That spidery-crawl of toes up along his leg is a silent challenge. There's no doubt about it. But rather than sit there and take it without responding, Wakatoshi waits until Sakusa starts to pull his foot away before he reaches beneath the table and cups his large hand around Sakusa's ankle. Smoothly, and without much fuss, he tugs the foot closer to him and lets it rest atop his thigh.]

...I fail to see why I shouldn't trust you, Kiyoomi. Or, rather, that I shouldn't be so trusting, as you say.

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[That... That was unexpected. Sakusa's caught off guard enough that there's no resistance to Ushijima grabbing him by the ankle and guiding it to rest.

It takes a moment for the minutia of the situation to register, the only visual indicator being the immediate and four-degree pinched slant of Sakusa's brow. At this point, Sakusa realizes that Ushijima's not backing down and that...intrigues him. Finally taking the situation on as a challenge, Sakusa glances from side-to-side without moving his head, calculating the nearest tables and an idea of how loud they can be without garnering attention. At this point he relaxes and shifts his foot inward. There's a slight tension to his hold on Ushijima's hip, front seam of his sock barely resting along the zipper and leather belt.]

You're too trusting. Somebody might try to take advantage of that.

[How Wakatoshi's able to keep his voice even and his expression set into neutral (somewhat) is a testament to his own self-discipline. Sakusa's foot moves forward, as he had expected -- and hoped -- and all he has to show for it, aside from a slight shudder, is a very pointed and slow inhale-and-exhale.

He's wearing boxer-briefs tonight, which is both a curse and a blessing. If he chose boxers, no doubt Sakusa would already start to feel him hardening right away against the sole of that warm foot.

He shifts his hips a bit, the movement pushing his bulge against that foot, his gaze still leveled on him as if to counter Sakusa's challenge.]

Who in their right mind would try to take advantage of me?

[Sakusa recognizes that shudder. He'd trained himself to memorize it ever since he saw it, naked and tangled up in his lover's body, the first time. So Ushijima could make expressions like this out of bed as well... Sakusa files that fact away, a tight, growing smirk barely tugging the edges of his lips upward as his foot delicately slots into place. At this angle, the arch of his heel perfectly rests on the bulge between Ushijima's thighs, which he experimentally pirouettes his heel into.

Sakusa reaches out for his wine and takes a sip, placing it back on a coaster with a motion that's slightly too stiff to be perfectly at ease.]

There are people out there who would like seeing how you squirm beneath them. I can think of a few.

[For his efforts, Sakusa is rewarded with, simply, a grunt. Which, in the grand scheme of things, is quite the response from someone who's usually unreadably quiet as Wakatoshi. Especially while out in public.

Sakusa digs in his heel, quite literally, and Wakatoshi's forced to shift around in his seat yet again. Once he's in a...less compromising position, he sneaks a hand down below, strokes his callused fingers up and down the line of Sakusa's foot, from root to tip, mirroring the same actions he would something else.]

Oh? Like who?

[Sakusa is at one disadvantage, and that's inexperience. He's not used to being touched there, let alone fondled, and he barely manages to choke back a giggle from how it tickles. His foot twitches in Ushijima's lap, and while he quickly regains composure and double downs on petting Ushijima's bulge with his sole, his tight grimace makes it clear he's annoyed about losing higher ground. Maybe it's pettiness that drives him to say it. (Maybe it's jealousy.)]

Oikawa Tooru, probably.

[And this time his pointed stare is more than mere observation. A test, perhaps?]

Probably.

[Repeated not to mock Sakusa, but to drive the point home that while it's a well-executed strategy -- and one that Wakatoshi's impressed by -- it doesn't gain him the advantage here. Still, the name makes his jaw tighten, and he's forced to reach for his own wineglass.]

Oikawa had numerous chances to try. And he failed. Every. Single. Time.

[Each beat a squeeze of his fingers around that twitching foot. His own cock's hardening in the bunched up fabric of his boxer briefs, the light pressure of Sakusa's foot against it making it feel, at once, better and worse.]

...anyone else?

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