a/n: a cultivators au bc I'm currently suffering from shizun brainrot!! please look at the tags before reading!!!
[part 1 of HMDWTFM!]
summary: Kazuya counts to twenty-one barley grains, and then he meets him.
pairing: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
"I promise to follow and guard Shishou with my life for as long as he'd have me," Kazuya would say, lifting his head so his dark eyes are fixed on Sawamura's. The teasing smile would falter from Sawamura's lips, a curious red rising to his cheeks. "And every lifetime after, if I could ever choose."
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a/n: the most painful fic iâve ever written lol help sorry for this trash
summary: Eijun doesn't know his feelings for his captain extends far beyond baseball until flowers begin growing in his lungs. (in lesser words: eijun has the hanahaki and heâs an idiot)
pairing: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
"Hey, let me know whenâ"
"I shall bid farewell to thee, Miyuki Kazuya! May we meet again if time permits!" He hollers, then promptly slams the door shut.
The last thing he catches sight of is Miyuki seated on the floor, an arm rested on his propped-up knee, a perplexed frown between his brows and his mouth twisted in an awkward angle, looking as bewildered as he has ever seen him. And really, he should be thinking about how stupid Miyuki Kazuya looks, but all he can think about is how cute that asshole is, and oh my godâ
Eijun makes a mad dash around the back of the dorms, one hand clutched tightly around his papers, while the other covers his mouth as he coughs and coughs and coughs.
When he pulls his hand away, he sees three yellow-orange petals resting in his palm.
His entire body goes cold.
He curls trembling fingers around them and finds the nearest trashbin.
Hiii~ were you still working on the 'things you said-'? If so, please write about KageNoya or MeiSawa for 19. Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were. Thank youuuu~
hi anon! iâve actually been taking a hiatus from writing (as you can probably tell from my inactivity) but Iâm definitely coming back some time soon. I really like meisawa so Iâll definitely keep this prompt in mind! Iâm currently swamped with real life stuff and I canât promise when I will get it out -- but I will get to writing this! thank you so much for dropping by and have a good day ahead (â:Â
a/n: my wip since forever, i started on it months ago and itâs been at 8k since forever and im sure itâll be well over 10k by the time itâs finished lol
nobody asked for a miyusawa hanahaki but hEHE
"You managed to buy your usual shampoo?" He asks, huddling a bit closer to peer at the question along with Miyuki, pressing their shoulders together. He takes another whiff.Â
Miyuki offers a half-assed sound of agreement, obviously distracted. He's pressing down his notebook on his knee and scribbling some workings. It takes another moment before he elaborates, "Yeah, got it just today. I borrowed the shampoo from the common baths for the past few days, and I didn't really like the smell."
Yeah, me neither. But Eijun realizes it wouldn't seem quite right for him to say that, so he keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he lays his head on Miyuki's shoulder, watching quietly as he writes line after line of equations he sure as hell doesn't understand but he's sure Miyuki would explain till he gets it later. His eyelids grow heavy, sliding close half-lidded, as he buries his face in the crook of Miyuki's neck. Morning practice was especially brutal today, and as much as Eijun likes to think he's an endless bundle of energy, the exhaustion really gets to him when he's relaxing in Miyuki's room. The familiar smell of Miyuki washes over his nose and a muffled pleased noise stumbles from between his lips as he nestles contently there.
He isn't sure how much time has passed, but when his eyes flutter open again, it's to someone tapping the side of his face.Â
"Sawamura."Â
Eijun blinks awake, head still heavy. He groans, squinting against the brightness of Miyuki's room, and quickly returns to press his forehead to the edge of Miyuki's shoulder. "Ugh."
"Are you helping me, or am I helping you," he says, and Eijun picks up on the amused lilt in his voice. Eijun feels a gentle tug at his hair before Miyuki drops his hand back to his side.Â
He tilts his head and looks up, meeting Miyuki's eyes. There's a softness carefully tucked behind his lenses that has Eijun's ribs squeezing and squeezing, and all of a sudden the scratchiness is back, clawing persistently up his throat. He slaps a hand over his mouth and turns away as he coughs into his hand. Eijun counts to nine before it thankfully stops, because as he recovers, he absently notes Miyuki patting on his back and, shit, Miyuki's definitely going to get on his case now.
written for tsukihina week day 4: soulmate au/ domestic
a/n: love tsukihina with me please
It gets worse when Hinata turns his shrewd gaze on him mid-game after he pulls off a well-calculated defense, a silver predatory glint tucked in his pretty brown eyes, says âyouâre amazingâ, and has his mouth slanting just so it looks equal parts tender and smug and Kei wants to punch his stupid face in and press him up against the wall and kiss him breathless.
(this sun is mine)
Itâs gross and distracting and Kei wants to turn back time and never step foot in Karasuno again.
or: kei has a soulmate, and death would be a happy reprieve because there are too much feelings.Â
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a/n: an extremely self-indulgent snk au pls forgive me lol
summary: when you really come down to it, they are just children forced to swing sharpened swords and scale giant walls. snk au.
pairing: miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun; (to be added)
It's nothing you don't know, he tells himself repeatedly in his head, even as a lump lodges uncomfortably in his throat. It doesn't stop his brain from reaching a terrifying conclusion that, in a month's time, he might die.
"The mortality rate for the Survey Corps is the highest of all three divisions. New recruits typically face a fifty-fifty chance of surviving. But if you are able to pull through, your survival rate dramatically increases," Commander Kataoka pauses, scanning every single one of their faces before he continues: "Ask yourself if you're prepared to sacrifice your life for the sake of humanity."
A heavy silence hangs over them. Eijun feels like he's about to be smothered by it.
"For those who are prepared to die for our cause, remain here. The rest of you are dismissed. That is all."
It doesn't even take a full second before the thumping sounds of leather boots fill the air. It goes on for so bloody long that Eijun thinks it might actually be raining out there. The commander appears unfazed, which is just as well since he clearly doesn't care about recruiting half-assed people. The commotion dies down after a while and the grave atmosphere thickens with the ensuing silence.
The commander levels an icy, hard gaze on them, then utters: "If I asked you to die, would you be able to do it?"
a/n: extended to a 3-chapter kuraryou, in which kuramochi is so gay for ryousuke but has zero idea he is, bless his soul
summary:Â Someone needs to give Kuramochi the memo, pronto, before any lives are lost.
Youichi found himself stuttering to a stop. Instead, he stared at the pale soft skin that stretched over Ryousuke's high cheekbones, the high arch of Ryousuke's nose, and was oddly fixated by the tiny gap between Ryousuke's pale lips, which opened and closed with every inhale. From this distance, he could still catch a whiff of Ryousuke's shampoo, and damn, he smelled so good and looked so soft.
Youichi caught his hand hovering mere inches from the side of Ryousuke's cheek, dangerously close to cradling his face.
Youichi flushed hotly when he realized what he was doing and snatched his hand back. What the fuck, Youichi? He gave himself a tight slap to his face to snap out of whatever dumb trance he was in.
With his face still stinging from his self-inflicted punishment, he prodded Ryousuke's shoulder carelessly. "Oi, Ryou-san. Wake up."
Youichi hoped his voice didn't give away the fact that he had tried to molest Ryousuke's stupidly pretty face in his sleep.
re-wrote the entire first chapter of the kuraryou fic bc i cringed and promptly died re-reading it, so first chapter of revised non-luminous flame is up!!
summary: Someone needs to give Kuramochi the memo, pronto, before any lives are lost. or: in which Kuramochi is perceptive on everyone's business but his own.
From: Unknown Number
Hi, Kuramochi-kun! This is Wakana. I'll see you at 3 on Saturday at the station. :)
Pleasant, nice, and to the point. Youichi had a good impression of Wakana already. It was only half-way through his reply that he sensed an ominous presence hovering behind his back.
He braced himself, then turned, very slowly, to see the scariest smile he had ever seen plastered on Ryousuke's pretty face. He leveled a silent, flat look down at Youichi while keeping the stony smile in place. Because Ryousuke was at the position where he could actually, literally, stare down at him, the cold, deceptive calmness that was anything but sent chills down Youichi's spine, and Youichi's unease was amplified tenfold. He had a distinct impression that he should be aware of the reason behind Ryousuke's thinly-veiled ire, but he was genuinely at a loss here.Â
"... Ryou-san?" He was starting to fear for his life.
Youichi had a terrible, terrible feeling he fucked up majorly somewhere. Someone just needed to tell him precisely what it was.
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Can u plzzz write some more meisawa!! Honestly your mini fics of meisawa are awesome
(I'm so sorry for this extremely delayed reply ): i haven't been on tumblr for a long long time sadly)
DUDE I LOVE MEISAWA!! I'm so disappointed with mei's reactions in the recent chapters terujima-sensei is crushing my meisawa headcanons like no tmr!!!!!! but yeah I'll definitely be writing more meisawa bc I'm salty af lol
ahhh I'm so glad you liked them, thank you for your kind words!!! I'll try my best to do them justice!!!!
btw fam if you're into meisawa pls hmu to talk about it!!! not many people I know are into meisawa sadly
No pressure, but are you planning on finishing your kuraryou fic: a non-luminous flame! It's so good and I absolutely adore it! Dying to see how it ends!
I've been gone for years and I'm back again idk if you're still here anon but!!! thank you for leaving this message, I'll definitely try to!! so sorry for this shittily late reply TT
but but I promise I'll do my v best not to disappoint!!!!
I've been feeling some things for some ships so depending on my level of inspiration I will probably start on them first (":
a/n: my v possibly biased take on miyuki kazuyaâs thoughts from the end of dna act ii chapter 42; spoilers if you havenât read the manga!!!Â
With the bases loaded and Ichidaiâs clean-up coming up at the next at-bat, Kazuyaâs thoughts come stumbling one after another: if Sawamuraâs gutsy tenacity and headstrong will are enough to pull them through, if Sawamura is enough to plug in the gaping holes in defense left by Furuyaâs unstable pitching â Can he really shoulder the weight of this pressure? He wouldnât blame Sawamura if he crumbled; this scenario is pretty damned fucked, and heâs mentally prepared to give up at least one run but if Sawamura can overcome thisâŚÂ
As Furuya jogs back to the dug-out, Kazuya turns to Sawamura. âWe all know this is one hell of a situation to be thrusted into all of a sudden, but â âÂ
âIâm fully aware of my duty, believe me,â Sawamura interrupts, surprising Kazuya, his gaze focused straight ahead on something else. Sawamuraâs voice is loud as usual, but it possesses a firm, unshakable quality in them that makes Kazuyaâs eyes linger on him for a moment longer before he follows his line of sight. This boy, eyes dark gold and jaw clenched tight, has his gaze set firmly on Ichidaiâs fourth batter.Â
An odd mix of unease and anticipation ripples through Kazuya. He lets the words slide back down his throat, unsure if they would do more harm than good. The rest of the team jogs back to their respective positions, and the atmosphere around them hangs heavy, tight around his throat, and if this isnât an exciting bind to get out of Kazuya doesnât know what is.Â
Now, Sawamura, will you be able to deliver?Â
As Sawamura tosses the rosin bag in his hands, Kazuya watches, keen-eyed, trying to study and predict Sawamuraâs current condition. Despite himself, Kazuya can feel his sweat trickling under his catcher gear, his thighs burning with all the squatting he did the past few innings, and he has no idea what he can expect from this Sawamura right now. Itâs a little unsettling how hard it is to read him. He canât say heâs close to Sawamura in any way, but as the main catcher for Seidou, heâs at least attuned to the little quirks Sawamura does that would at least clue him in on Sawamuraâs current mental state â but at present he canât get anything off Sawamura at all.
Kazuya canât help the rising shadow of a doubt that nags at him, because he has seen pitchers self-destruct on this very spot because of the self-imposed enormous pressure that eventually caves and buries them under. As bold as Sawamura is, he has no idea if he is ready for this.Â
The circumstances canât be described with a mere unfavorable, Ichidai poised to score the moment any weak pitches are thrown. In a more optimistic scenario, he would ask for a ball to check for Sawamuraâs condition but he knows that thatâs not Sawamuraâs style â and thatâs not his style, either. He doesnât want to call for a ball that might set Sawamura off the wrong way, and ramping up on counts here isnât going to do them any favors.
As much as he has control over the field, heâs well aware that a pitcherâs condition hinges very much on their mental fortitude. Kazuya prides himself on his widely-acclaimed nasty personality that extends beyond his daily life and seeps into the very essence of his playing: he lives to provoke the shit out of batters, to make them swing at pitches they usually donât â to warp their sense of judgement and bend it to his. Underneath Sawamuraâs loud-mouthed and stupidly brash facade, Kazuya knows that a similar perverseness resides underneath his skin. That, was what attracted him to catch for Sawamura even when he was just a fifteen-year-old brat who knew nothing at all.Â
He just has to believe thatâs enough.Â
What they need to do most now is stop Ichidaiâs momentum and heâs sure that Sawamura knows that too. They need to do a head-on battle with the fourth batter, and he hopes that Sawamuraâs up for the task. Their gazes lock; Kazuya has settled on their strategy, and Sawamura seems to sense it as well. Sawamura takes in deep, measured breaths, waits for Kazuyaâs sign with his eyes bright and fiery, determination rolling off him in caged, silent waves. Itâs unlike any Sawamura he has seen before, and Kazuya is willing to throw in all his chips on that look on Sawamuraâs face.
Sawamura nods and tugs down the rim of his baseball cap, exhaling behind his glove. Then he winds up his leg and his arm whips out from behind him, startling sharp, before his feet slams down on the mound in front of him. The ball spins, blazes a white furious path towards Kazuya, and even though it hasnât yet reached him, Kazuyaâs round wide in surprise and can tell the trajectory is perfect.Â
A chill zaps down the spine of his back, the burn from exhaustion long forgotten, as the powerful pitch slams right where he wanted it to. The fourth batter doesnât â couldnât â even swing, and Kazuya absently notes the stuttering surprise by his opponent hunched over the batterâs box. The ball rests snugly in his mitt as Kazuyaâs heart thumps furiously against his ribs, shell-shocked stare on Sawamura who defied his expectations, who exceeded his expectations, above and beyond. The stadium is the quietest it has ever been, the audience and the dug-out holding their breaths simultaneously before the umpire announces the result Kazuya already knows:
âSTRIKE!âÂ
Right now, Sawamura is golden fire and sharp edges, mouth set in a firm determined line. He does not seem to be fazed by how he has practically just threw a perfect pitch, as he winds up for his next pitch that Kazuya signals for. His next pitch is as perfect as the first, breaking right into his mitt.Â
As the third pitch â obviously right in the zone â slams squarely in his catcher mitt, cracking loud and clear, the stadium doesnât even wait for the umpireâs announcement, drowned by the entire stadium erupting to an uproar of amazed shouts and hysterical cheers, the audience overwhelmed by the unexpected turnover of momentum that was regained by the second-year pitcher that is Sawamura Eijun.Â
Kazuyaâs skin keeps fucking rising, goosebumps prickling all over, muted by how every single one of Sawamuraâs throws are right where he wants them to be. Kazuya canât stop looking at him, Sawamuraâs leg still half in his release position as a loud âOsu!â comes spilling from between his lips, eyes dark and ravenous, like heâs not satisfied, a predator hungry for more. An unwitting smirk unfurls across the length of Kazuyaâs mouth, showing teeth.Â
Always so⌠Kazuya doesnât complete his train of thought as he flings the ball back to Sawamura.Â
Sawamura is still surprisingly calm, now, like heâs aware getting one out here doesnât mean that he has completely turned the tides, and he slides his eyes close to inhale deeply, fingers gripping onto the seams of the ball behind his glove.Â
Right now, the seed for an eye-catching flower has flourished, way before Kazuya has expected him to. Sawamura has sprouted fiercely, determined and gold-eyed, and it sends shivers down Kazuyaâs calves as he thinks about how he hasnât even grown to his full potential yet.Â
Before Sawamura, Kazuya has never thought of not having to mold his game-calling to suit the personality of the pitcher. Itâs hard to find a pitcher who has the ability and guts to deliver Kazuyaâs brand of baseball, and catchers shoulder the responsibility of accommodating to their pitchers anyway.
Mei comes to mind, but he wasnât a diamond in the rough; he grew into baseball like it was second skin, nestling into the position of a pitcher like a baby sapling planted in fertile soil. It was fun, catching for him â but not exhilarating. Sawamura didnât come close to that image at all last year, lacking ball control and the arsenal of pitches that Kazuya would love exploiting to fuck up the batters the best he could. Realistically, Kazuya has expected Sawamura to reach that stage when Kazuyaâs probably graduated; now, thoughâŚ
Kazuya is born a challenger, not raised a king.
Sawamuraâs rapid improvement lights a fire in Kazuyaâs chest, making it go tight. Sawamura has grown from a bumbling, bratty, loud-mouthed first-year to this, all blazing bright and fiery on the mound, jaw clenched tight and mouth set in a determined line as he draws into position for the next batter.Â
The corner of his mouth curves. So this is the Ace Iâve been waiting for.
a/n: (dna act ii manga has spoiled SO MANY of my headcanons lol but ITâS OK BABY EIJUNâS TIME TO SHINE!!) hi guys itâs been a while but im here to revive my dead blog and if you have stuck with me all this while, i just wanna holler a SAWAMURA EIJUN THANK YOU!!!!!
if yall wanna yell about feelings, drop by my personal blog @fallibleflakes or hmu on twitter where i spazz about shit @sleepyflakes
Hi! I've been a fan of your fics since ever. Would like to ask if you are willing to write for other fandom? Not sure if you know Youkai Apartment Anime? I am rooting for Hase/Inaba pair. The anime just started and I am just desperate for fics and this pair needs some love. It's such a shame that there's none everywhere. T.T Thanks!
hi im so sorry for the late reply!! have been really busy w real life so i only just checked back on tumblr (â:Â
i havent heard of youkai apartment tbh but i just skimmed through the summary and it looks v interesting!! iâll check it out when iâve time, and if i do have any inspiration for the pair you mentioned iâll definitely post it here! thank you so much for your support and message and have a great week ahead!! (â:
i'm not sure if you do iwaoi but i would love iwaoi and 20 on the kiss meme!!!!
20. Kisses because everything hurts right now including being loved by you but youâre also the only thing that makes it feel better
The realization hits one day, delivering a harsh blow to his gut and knocking his breath out of his body.
Hajime considers bringing it up to Tooru. Itâs not something they can dodge around forever. Heâs pretty sure Tooru senses it too, but they walk on eggshells, never daring to broach the subject. Hajime puts in more effort, trying to make time for the two of them alone and coming up with new ideas for their dates. Tooru complies, bright smiles and cheery laughter, and Hajime can tell that heâs putting in effort on his part too â bringing back Hajimeâs favorite treats and buying little gifts and insisting on doing household chores when he usually avoids them like plague.Â
Itâs so awfully sad.Â
Hajime clenches his jaw and slides his eyes shut to compose himself. Heâs not going to cry.Â
âIwa-chan.â Tooru presses up to his shoulders, cocking his head to the side. Hajime sees the wariness in Tooruâs soft brown eyes, and his heart aches. âAre you okay?â
âNo.â Hajime blinks twice. Manages to hold his tears back. âI mean, yes.â
Tooru frowns, teeth worrying his bottom lip as he studies Hajimeâs expression carefully. âAre you sure? You donât look fine.â
âWe are not fine.â The words stumble from his mouth unthinkingly, and he feels like heâs crushed under the weight of the truth embedded in them.Â
Silence descends between of them.Â
 He takes in a deep breath, frames a side of Tooruâs face with one hand.
Tooru doesnât move. His gaze lowers, and when he speaks, his voice is shaking. Hajime feels tears burning at the back of his eyes. âI donât know what you are talking about.â
Hajime brushes the pad of his thumb over Tooruâs cheek gently. This might be the last time I get to do this, he thinks, and a sob nearly tears from his throat. He swallows hard, tries to force the lump in his throat down and gathers his courage again.Â
âI know you do,â Hajime whispers. âWe need to talk about it.â
Tooruâs hand reaches up for Hajimeâs, fingers curling around his wrist, his touch warm and soft and familiar. He raises his head now, and his eyes are red and shimmering with unshed tears. âI donât want to talk about it, Hajime. Please.â
Hajime finds it suddenly hard to breathe and wonders if heâs making the right decision.Â
âYou know I love you, Tooru,â Hajime says as evenly as he can, but all that comes out is a tremulous whisper, and Tooruâs fingers tighten around his wrist so hard it hurts.Â
ââŚbut youâre not in love with me anymore.â Tooruâs voice sounds strangled as he lowers his head again. âWeâre notâŚâÂ
âItâs not you, Tooru.â Hajimeâs vision blurs, and abruptly gripped by a surge of impulse, he wraps both his arms around Tooru and pulls him flush against his body. Tooru doesnât fight him, merely buries his face in the front of Hajimeâs shirt, fingers curling into the soft material with a broken sob. âItâs not you.â
âI tried so hard,â Tooru sobs, âI really did.â
Hajime tightens his hold around Tooru, and when he closes his eyes, he feels hot tears trailing down his cheeks. âI know you did. I did too.â
âIâm tired, Iwa-chan.â Tooru looks up, face wet with tears and eyes swollen and red-rimmed. Hajime hurts, and a sob wrecks through his body as he pulls Tooru to him again, pressing his nose against the side of his neck and breathing in his scent. He smells like home and volleyball and first love and everything he has ever known, and Hajime doesnât know if heâll ever move on from Tooru completely.Â
xxx
Hajime sees the sky lightening to a light blue, and the first ray of sunlight slanting into the living room.Â
âItâs morning,â Hajime murmurs, voice raspy from all the crying and talking he did last night. His chest tightens when he angles his head to his side to see Tooru staring back at him, eyes dark and gaze heavy.Â
âItâs morning,â Tooru repeats quietly.Â
Their gazes hold. Hajime slowly reaches both hands to cradle Tooruâs face gently. They remain like this, unmoving, for a good minute and perhaps more â Hajime doesnât count. It doesnât matter.
Then they both close the distance, Tooruâs arms circling around Hajimeâs neck in a familiar motion as their lips press together. When they pull away, Hajimeâs hands are wet and his vision is blurry once more.
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Waaah that was soo... my heart will there be a continuation or wut happens after this? Well its good as it is too but just wondering
i do have a continuation in mind, but im not sure if i will be writing that out! if i do however i will be posting it here (â: thank you for your interest and im glad you thought it was good!!  (*´â`*)
in which eijun and kazuya are both in denial and pining like clueless idiots
âYouâre one nasty bastard,â Eijun says.
Kazuya takes the insult completely in stride; it isnât something new coming from Eijunâs mouth after all. He loops an arm around Eijunâs neck and tugs him closer, pulling Eijun flush against the hard lines of his body. A corner of Kazuyaâs mouth twitches when Eijun reflexively struggles against his hold -- though itâs obvious heâs not really putting that much gusto to wrestle away from Kazuya. âWhoâs the one asking for extra practice today, hm? Learn to be nicer if you want something, brat.â
âI bought you the stupid salmon onigiri you like this afternoon.â Eijun scowls up at him, his fringe parting in the middle of his forehead and revealing annoyed, brown eyes that were previously partially shielded by his hair. âThatâs nice enough.â
âWhat about my coffee and slice of cheesecake?â Kazuya asks, a lofty lilt in his tone. He continues resting his arm on Eijunâs shoulder, whoâs by now given up any semblance of resistance as they make their way to the clubroom.Â
Eijun scrunches his face up in distaste. âIâm not part of your fanclub, Miyuki.âÂ
Kazuya snickers right by Eijunâs ear, and then cleanly dodges a half-hearted swing at his face. âWould have thought you are by now.âÂ
The corners of his mouth twitch as he attempts to smother his rising amusement at Eijunâs expression of disbelief. âYou donât even like cheesecake!âÂ
âFancy you noticing that,â Kazuya remarks, and he doesnât bother to veil the surprise in his voice. Eijun has never pointed that out before, and Kazuya has never mentioned it. Heâs mildly impressed -- Eijun might have some hope after all. He draws Eijun closer to him and reaches to flick Eijunâs forehead mischievously with his free hand. âThere really might be something in there.âÂ
He squeaks, springing away from Kazuya almost immediately, face flushed with indignant anger and one hand clapped over his forehead protectively. Rather absentmindedly, Kazuya thinks Eijun looks rather cute. Like a provoked kitten, maybe, with big round eyes and brown fur standing up on its ends, soft and completely non-threatening.Â
âMiyuki Kazuya!â Eijun practically hollers, and Kazuya wouldâve been embarrassed if it had been any other time probably, with students still streaming in and out of the gates, but he canât bring himself to care right now. He ignores the giggles and whispers that he canât make anything of in the background and lets his amusement slant across his mouth. âWipe that damned smirk off your face!â
Kazuya tries.
And fails.Â
Not that he really tried that hard, anyway. He feels his lips curving into a grin again, and Eijun closes the distance between them with one big stride to prod Kazuyaâs chest with his finger rudely. Kazuya hardly feels anything, and he raises both his brows to drive his point. Eijun bristles, definitely annoyed now. âTreat your underclassman with respect!â
âI canât if he doesnât extend the same courtesy to me first,â Kazuya drawls, unperturbed by Eijunâs antics.
âUgh.â Eijun grabs Kazuya by his elbow and pulls him roughly forward to the direction of the clubroom. âLetâs go.âÂ
Kazuya complies, deciding to take a break from riling Eijun up. He doesnât want to take it too far, and contrary to popular belief, he does have his limits.Â
As they approach the door of the clubroom, Kazuya thinks itâs better to let Eijun know what to expect from today instead of hearing him get all excited about the pitches heâs been dying to try in the equipment room later on. He ends up all disappointed and pout-y for the entire afternoon (and night, if Kazuyaâs unlucky) if Kazuya shoots his suggestions flat-down and asks for another pitch instead.Â
It isnât that Kazuya doesnât appreciate Eijunâs tendency to explore new possibilities, but they can always do those later and prioritize the things they should work on first.Â
More importantly, a petulant Sawamura Eijun is a little difficult to deal with. Not that Eijun purposefully shoves it in Kazuyaâs face that he feels let-down and all that shit, but because he usually sits near Kazuya (Eijun always accuses him of the same thing, however, and Kazuya oddly canât tell whoâs being truthful here), he canât help but notice all the little things do when Eijunâs sullen and downtrodden. Like him eating his meal at half his speed and making ugly and hilarious faces when he thinks Kazuya isnât looking.Â
âI think we should do number eleven today. It needs a bit more work before we can put it to test in an actual game.â
âThatâs what I have in mind too!â Eijun beams at Kazuya, and that abrupt transition in mood takes Kazuya off-guard and his heart seems to beat a little faster. He clears his throat and digs into his bag for the keys while Eijun waits off the side, humming his favorite band tune under his breath.Â
Kazuya feels oddly at peace.Â
He finds his keys, maybe just one second slower than he should. Then he feels Eijun tugging on his arm, and when he looks up Eijun is angling his head to the back of the clubroom. Kazuyaâs brows knit together in confusion.
âI heard something behind just now,â Eijun explains. âMaybe someoneâs waiting for the room to be unlocked too.âÂ
Kazuya shrugs his shoulders as he unlocks the door. âItâs not unusual. Go call whoeverâs out there in and I will go unlock the equipment shed.â Eijun agrees readily and is about to turn when Kazuya grabs Eijunâs bag by its straps, causing Eijun to stumble back in surprise. Kazuya snickers and steadies Eijun by his shoulders.Â
âWhat?!â
âPass me your bag, brat,â Kazuya says, rolling his eyes.Â
"Oh.â Eijun flashes him a bright toothy grin and hands his bag over. âThanks, Miyuki-senpai!â
Kazuya doesnât deign him with a response and heads into the room first to place their bags. When he finishes changing, he realizes with a start that itâs far too quiet outside. Frowning, he decides to head for the equipment later and check on Eijun first.Â
He leaves the room and turns around the corner, expecting to find Eijun there and is mildly perplexed when he doesnât. Where did that brat go? He walks further back and hears someone talking -- then laughing -- and cocks his head to the side, curiosity piqued. That sounds like Chris.Â
He nearly bumps into Eijun, whoâs standing right at the next turn. âWhat are you doing?â Kazuya asks, unable to keep his exasperation out of his voice.Â
âThey look good together,â Eijun comments lightly, not looking at Kazuya but at something else straight ahead. Thereâs something about the way he says it that makes Kazuya stare at Eijun instead.Â
Kazuya has always been pretty adept at reading people and itâs an ability he prides himself for. Eijun is one of the easiest people to read for Kazuya, and it makes him easy to be around with because heâs so bluntly honest that itâs refreshing. Perhaps even endearing. But this expression now is something Kazuya has never seen on Eijunâs face. Itâs carefully shuttered close, completely void of emotion, and it is at this moment that Kazuya realizes that Eijun chooses to wear his heart on his sleeve.
Thereâs a swell of quiet admiration and something else, something warm and suffocating, and Kazuya chucks it aside. He follows Eijunâs gaze and everything falls into place.Â
Ah. The first thought that crosses Kazuyaâs mind is that Eijunâs probably disappointed that Chris wonât have that much time to mentor him any longer. The second thought is annoying, eats away at Kazuya in all the wrong ways and squeezes around his gut unpleasantly.Â
âI heard that they are dating.â The information tumbles from his mouth before he even thinks about it, delivered so flatly and coldly that it surprises even Kazuya himself.Â
Eijun turns to him now, blinks at Kazuya like he has just realized that heâs here. âOh. I see.â
Kazuya hates the odd queasiness at his stomach and how sick he feels all of a sudden. He holds Eijunâs gaze nonetheless and feigns nonchalance with a shrug of his shoulder.Â
âItâs just a rumor.â Kazuya manages to push the words out of his throat, feels like he has ruined things somehow and he has to make it right. There, thatâs right. âYou know how speculations regarding Chris-senpai go out of hand.â
âThey often donât go too off the mark.â Eijunâs gaze strays back to Chris and the girl heâs laughing with, seemingly without thinking. Kazuyaâs jaw clenches as he attempts to keep his sudden rising temper in check.Â
They are both quiet for a moment.
âHe looks happy.â Eijunâs voice sounds slightly strangled now when he speaks up this time. âThatâs good.âÂ
But you are not.Â
Thereâs a stiff smile plastered across Eijunâs lips when he looks at Kazuya like heâs waiting for him to agree with him. Kazuya lets his mouth curve upwards, edges soft and sharp at the same time, and itâs definitely more convincing than Eijunâs.Â
âYou deserve it too,â Kazuya says. Eijun blinks at him owlishly, obviously not expecting that response. Then, realizing that sounds way too weird and disgustingly sappy, Kazuya hastily adds: âIdiot.âÂ
Eijun stares at Kazuya like heâs trying to figure out a puzzle.Â
Kazuya turns away and searches his pocket for the keys as he leaves. They have wasted enough time. Heâs not here to spread rumors or witness someone getting their heart broken. He hears Eijunâs footsteps follow after his. âHurry and change. I will be at the equipment shed.â
âOkay.â Eijun quickens his pace into a light jog ahead of Kazuya. When Kazuya passes the door of the clubroom, he sees Eijunâs hunched back facing the door, shoulders shaking and arm raised to his face.
His chest tightens unbearably and he wrenches his gaze away. This is a private moment and heâs not anyone to intrude. He hurries over to the equipment shed and thereâs a distinct urge to laugh.Â
God, Iâm a surprisingly good upperclassman at times.