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[What did we learn today? If you're ever embarrassed or shy about something, confide in Yosuke! He's a fucking moron.]

That's not -- didn't you hear what I said?!

[Clearly, actually.

At least he got Oikawa to laugh, which is a pretty good payoff for mouthing off about stupid shit. It's hard to feel truly embarrassed, too, especially given their whole conversation a minute ago.]

I'm saying if some guy had to have a crush on me, jeeze!

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But Yosuke, it's not about who you can choose to have a crush on you, that part isn't up to you at all!

[No, Oikawa is laughing all over again and reaching, pulling Yosuke in for this tight hug because it feels like weight has been pulled off his shoulders for the first time in a long while; stewing on it more and more hasn't helped at all - he's grateful. He might be an idiot, but Oikawa wholeheartedly appreciates Yosuke for talking with him about this.]

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[He's tense at first, but he settles into that hug with one of his own, coupled with a sigh.]

Yeah, no kiddin'.

[Somewhat solemn, but that attitude's got no place here anymore. He does grip at the back of Oikawa's jacket in a double grip, holding him steady. It's inconspicuous, surely. Oikawa started this whole thing, anyway-!]

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Thanks.

[The single word comes out quietly despite how much he had just been laughing. He isn't running away, he isn't treating him like shit, he isn't calling him gross. It's reassuring, even if Oikawa hadn't actually fully come out of any closets - at least someone doesn't think he's gross for at least thinking about it. Slowly starting to let go, moving to pick up their damn pudding cups with this weaker little chuckle, he passes one over while looking down at the other.]

If I'm ever going too far, just stop me.

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Will do.

[Does Oikawa even need that affirmation? Yosuke's still a forever dick. He accepts the offer, again -- or, for the first time willingly.]

Now, are we gonna eat these things or what? I think I've had enough surprises today...

[See?]

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I abandoned the rest of them, hopefully someone else eats them. Otherwise there's going to be a tray full of sad pudding in the cafeteria next time we go there.

[Laughing a bit and fishing out a couple plastic spoons he had in his pocket (look he was prepared), Oikawa hands one over while opening his and licking the pudding off the lid.]

But if you really want, I could still feed you, Yo-chan~

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You mean they're gonna go bad, right?

[As long as they aren't responsible for them tomorrow, Yosuke's content to forget about the sad pudding leftovers...]

You brought two, don't even.

[While snatching the second spoon and peeling the lid of his own cup backwards, almost in the same motion.]

--Thanks, by the way.

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[They might get cleaned up by tomorrow, who knows!! Mysterious school and all that. Straightening his legs and settling down to simply eat his pudding and smile, Oikawa lets the tease go.]

What are you thanking me for, all I did was whine and cry and throw pudding at you.

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[Mysterious school full of dumb kids who like pudding. All kids like pudding.]

...When you put it like that.

[He scoops some onto his spoon and shoves it into his mouth.]

I was trying to hide from you in the first place. [Talking with his mouth full.] I knew I had a good reason to be hiding.

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[Except the lactose intolerant ones and the ghouls and vampires.]

What were you hiding from me for? Was I really that embarrassing for you?

[There's a soft bit of guilt creeping behind his words, but Oikawa is trying to keep taking Yosuke's previous statements to heart; he didn't run off on him before, he won't run off on him again - did this whole part count as running away before he even knew what he was running from?]

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[Fuckin' vampires man...]

Of course you were, but you were trying to be...and it all turned out good for you anyways.

[With a slight glare. One lacking bitterness. One cannot truly be upset while indulging in pudding.]

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Heeh, yeah, I guess it did anyway.

[No, he can read that glare as being a smile, and Oikawa just ends up smiling back. Sticking his spoon in his mouth, making short work of his pudding, he eventually sticks the cap in the empty cup and moves to get up while offering Yosuke a hand.]

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[He had been taking some simple inventory about what supplies they had when Hinami came and found him - so when she calls out, he turns with a bright smile and a pencil behind his ear, already tucking his notebook away.]

Hina-chaaan! [He sees those puffy eyes and how timid she is - it had to have been scary, telling someone else. Why she chose to, he's not sure, but Oikawa knows she's the only one who is allowed to. So he just throws his arms open for her.]

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<sub>[Scary was putting it lightly. She'd been utterly petrified and when he'd chased and caught her she'd thought that was it - that was the end. It hadn't turned out that way and she's still somewhat in shock that it hadn't.

She gravitates toward his open arms immediately, steeling herself to keep her face dry. She doesn't want to start crying on him and upset him. He doesn't need that. It only takes a moment for her to attach herself to him, face pressed into his middle. Already, just with this much, she feels slightly better. He indulges her so much and she knows she's become clingy...but he thankfully doesn't seem to mind. Or at least she hopes he doesn't.]</sub>

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[He's beaten, but it's not too long before he's scooped his last, quiet all the while, until Oikawa offers his hand. He mimics him in stashing his trash inside of that empty cup before accepting the boost up.]

...That was pretty good. Think they'll have more tomorrow?

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Probably! Think we'll end up trying one of each until we've tried them all?

[Pulling Yosuke to his feet and squeezing that hand in his like the fact that he's accepting all this quietly is more reassuring than he can convey in words, Oikawa lets go then to take both of their trash and dump it in the nearby bin. Ah, he could have crawled in that when he had the chance - too late, he doesn't feel like garbage anymore.]

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That's not really a bad dea.

[He returns a little squeeze of his own, unsure what prompted Oikawa's -- err, well he's got a vague idea, and he gives a slight grin.]

Thanks, [About the trash -- FUCK GARBAGE CANS TBH.] maybe we could hold a contest with them...

[You know, like when bad shit goes down. What better to distract the first years with than PUDDING?]

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That is absolutely a great idea! We'll just have to get fruity ones for Tsuki-chan, I've noticed he won't touch anything that isn't fruit-based when it comes to sweets.

[Yosuke what's that about fucking trash?? Do you want a piece of that????]

I wonder if there's any really weird flavors that I could get Tobio-chan to try, haa!! Do you think they make curry pudding, and if so, how gross is it going to be?

[With the trash disposed off, Oikawa slides his hands behind his head in a lazy stretch and starts to meander down the hall again back the way he came - he's not really going anywhere in particular, but it feels right to leave this patch of hallway now that their serious conversation is over.]

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Fruity pudding...

[Why does that sound decidedly AWFUL? Unless yogurt can be considered pudding? That's so weird.

Yosuke lives in the trash...it's only right.]

Tobio-chan...why's that name sound familiar?

[Internal Jeopardy music.]

--Hey! Tobio's that guy I had cake with a long freaking time ago. Why do you wanna give him curry pudding?

[Because that really does sound fucking nasty. Maybe he has a penchant for fucking nasty things? The cake they had was actually normal and good, though. A follow-up text didn't mention anything odd either.

He's following after Oikawa, anyway.]

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Because he likes curry and the combination would taste disgusting and making his already sour face go even more sour is really funny.

[I'm a huge bully, in case you didn't know. Chuckling though and turning to walk backwards then so he could keep walking ahead of Yosuke while still keep a proper conversation, Oikawa beams a bright smile - it's like that whole nervousness from before never existed.]

So you had cake with Tobio-chan, do you hang out with him sometimes? He's pretty awkward and doesn't know how to socialize all that well, so if you thought that, you're totally right.

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[Ah...Yosuke's learned something new today. Uh, a few new things actually.]

Good luck finding that kinda mix. But no, it was just that once. He texted me after and it was kinda weird? But it wasn't a big deal....

[Sheesh!!!]

Do you describe all your friends like that? Makes me wonder what you tell people about me...

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Haa, it probably doesn't exist. I don't describe anyone else like that, Tobio-chan is special for being my kouhai from middle school. I guess I still kind of treat him like it, even if he went to a totally different high school - it's probably better he's not my kouhai anymore really.

[Turning and falling back a few steps to sling his arm across Yosuke's shoulders, Oikawa grins.]

But if I were bragging about you, I'd say you're a good guy who has a knack for foot in mouth syndrome!

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Oh uh, isn't that the guy you hate?

[From the story that happened before the last story? This whole pudding war's gotten out of control.]

--Foot in mouth?! Just pretend you don't know me, if anyone asks.

[Then again, that's not a bad thing! At least Oikawa can be trusted to provide fair warnings and such.

No one would ever ask about Yosuke anyway!!]

And don't hug me [Or whatever.] while you're talking crap!

that tsundere blush

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I guess I still hate him, but not as bad as someone else - but that's not important.

[This pudding war started with Tobio sticking his germy fingers in his damn pudding ok u dont even kno, Yosuke. Still laughing and squeezing his arm, flashing a wink as he walked, he looked ahead then.]

Aw, that's so mean, I'm not talking crap. I'd elaborate on what a good guy you are, you'd have girls lined up for days because of how much I praised you! Not the weird local girls either, real legitimate pretty girls!!!

does it make u feel fuzzy

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Not as bad as -- you hate somebody more than that?! Don't brush it off like that's not important...

[Jeeze louise. Pudding traps are nasty things, that's like the ultimate form of hatred, but ok. He huffs and glances down at their arms, being a touch attentive to potentially gay things but not really minding otherwise.]

No one's gonna wanna hear the good stuff you say about me after that. It's called a fist impression...somehow I don't get the feeling you get the play wingman very often.