Exiting the restaurant, Yamaguchi wrapped his coat around tighter him. Feeling Tsukishima following with a smile, he felt somewhat embarrassed that the blonde had insisted on paying for their meal, even though he'd inform Nishinoya they would both pay.

"Do you want to share a taxi?" Coming up behind the smaller man and smiling as he jumped slightly, the tall man waited for his reply as he donned his gloves.

"Oh I'll catch the bus." Raising an eyebrow as he tugged on a loop of the other man's scarf, Tsukishima grinned.

"Are you sure?" Chuckling as the scarf was tugged again, Yamaguchi turned with a smile.

"Yeah I think I'll be alright."

"Tadashi, please. Let's share a cab."

Staring wide eyed, the shorter man's brain quickly caught up to implication and blushed as a flood of heat rushed through him.

"Oh, okay." Unable to meet the blonde's heated gaze, Yamaguchi licked his lips nervously.

"Only if you want to." It was quiet, but the considerate tone was moving and it made Yamaguchi's heart skip a beat.

"I want to."

Piling into a cab and sitting side by side, Yamaguchi took the opportunity to quickly check his phone. As Tsukishima rattled off the address to the cab driver, the dark haired man sent a quick message through to Suga.

I may not be able to make my shift tomorrow. I'm so sorry. Is that okay?

Had his employer said no he would have to do the walk of shame to the cafe early the next morning and it would be a terror of a day. Settling back in the smell of harsh carpet cleaner and worn leather, Yamaguchi stared at his hands until he felt Tsukishima shift in beside him.

"You live near the river?" It would make sense considering most of their customers from the cafe lived locally.

"On the East side yes." The awkward silence that fell between them for sometime was thankfully broken as his phone buzzed and Suga replied.

Sounds interesting I look forward to hearing all about it. Don't worry about making the shift. I've got the newbie coming in tomorrow so he can start then.

Pleased with the response, Yamaguchi pocketed his phone and suddenly wasn't sure where to look. He hadn't ever really hooked up with someone before. Was there an etiquette to it? While he'd never done anything of the nature, he watched Nishinoya stumbled home early once or twice and even more so he'd had some beautiful female dashing half naked through his hallway after Nishinoya had brought her home.

"Breath." Turning, big, wide eyes towards the blonde, the shorter man hummed innocently, giving none of his internal struggle away.

"Pardon me?"

"Breath" Tsukishima repeated. "Take a deep breathe and relax. You look like you're about to pass out." Giggling nervously, Yamaguchi nodded slowly.

"Thanks, I'm trying."

That sounded weak, looking to the window and staring out at the swiftly passing cityscape, he tried to calm his nervous, breathing slowly but with little success. "I've just never done anything like this before." Chuckling behind his hand and crossing his legs with lazy confidence, Tsukishima smirked.

"I know, don't worry." Cocking his head to the side with a frown, the dark haired boy squirmed in his seat,

"I might have, you couldn't have known that." His smile growing at the spark and flare coming from the shorter man, the blonde was happily surprised. Unlike the sad and submissive picture he'd painted of himself before, Yamaguchi was comfort to bite back at him, even over something as small as pride. Complete submission was so unattractive, pathetic even. Shyness and polite attitudes had their place but to have such spark and flame behind his words coupled that soft, slender body spiked the taller man's interest and made his blood pressure rise.

Hopping out of the car and following at Tsukishima's heel, Yamaguchi was gob smacked at the sight that befell him. The beauty and elegance of the building and apartments blocks spoke volumes to the salary and wealth his company had.

"My parents live on the fifth floor." Pointing up to a high rise and its reflective window, Tsukishima frowned. "And my brother lives in the apartment across from me."

"Keeping it in the family then," almost biting his tongue at the stupidity of his words, the dark haired man cringed.

"Kind of" the blonde replied. "My father designed the building so it was only natural we received the first choice of apartment. Still living with your parents?"

Barely keeping up as they passed through the foyer and into a glass and metal elevator, Yamaguchi shook his head.

"What me? No, no not at all. I moved out the minute I left for college. I have a housemate though" he warned. In the unlikely event that Tsukishima should ever come back to his apartment, he was in no doubt the two would clash.

"My brother comes around enough to be considered a housemate. I think he's a bit lonely." Watching the numbers light up as the floors whizzed passed them, Yamaguchi gave his companion a sideways look.

"Does he know?" Waiting for the lift to jolt to a halt, the blonde couldn't follow.

"Know what?" Pacing down a long, clean corridor, the tall man pulled his keys from his pockets as he thought hard over the question, trying to make some kind of sense of it.

"Does he know you're gay?"

The inside of the apartment was not quite what Yamaguchi had expected. Somehow he'd expected lots of dark colours and Spartan decoration, nothing personal and everything sterile and professional. Instead the soft, pale white and browns of the paint job were pleasing to the eye without looking plain while the scattered art around the walls made for a nice warm atmosphere. Models, kick knacks and framed photography lined every available surface with the eye immediately draw a collection of Venetian carnival masks.

"I'm not." Coming to stand before the beautiful display of leather and feathers, Yamaguchi was sure he'd misheard.

"You're not gay?" Pulling off his coat and offering to take the other man's, Tsukishima nodded.

"I never said I was." Trying in vain to hide the blush on his cheeks, the shorter man suddenly felt an ever increasing flush of embarrassment run through him. Maybe the blonde had just been looking for company, his flirtation may have even just been his attempts at being friendly. "I don't like to label myself as anything. I'm barely a person, so sexuality has little claim over me." Jaw slack, Yamaguchi hid his surprise as he took a closer inspection of the masks.

"Oh, I see." Listening to the man behind him move about the apartment, the tension in the room growing, the dark haired man wasn't sure what to do. He certainly didn't feel at home or any where near comfortable in this place. He was scared if he'd step the wrong way he'd break something priceless or strain the gorgeous white leather of the sofa.

"Did you want a glass of wine?" Turning, his hands jammed tightly in his pockets to avoid the temptation to touch, Yamaguchi was taken aback at the beauty he encountered. Tsukishima was stunning, he'd thought it before, said it out loud and fantasied about it at least fifty times, but never had he ever thought in his wildest dreams a fully clothed man could be so sexy. Leaning in the door way, free of his coat, pull over and heavy boots, the top buttons of his shirt popped open, the blonde looked as if he'd strode right off a fashion shoot.

"Ah yeah, if you're having some." Running a hand through his hair, messy curls falling almost carelessly over the rims of his glasses, Tsukishima nodded.

"Red or white."

"Red" Yamaguchi answered automatically, thinking about the alcohol content and deciding he needed a decent dollop of liquid confidence for the night to come.

"No problem. Take a seat, I'll be back in a minute."