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kuramochi’s lips are fairly plump but not noticeably so. it’s more like if you were gonna kiss him you’d be surprised like damn these are some plump lips. i think that also ties in with the fact that he’s probably a fairly decent kisser - chalk it up to instinct because it’s definitely not experience. he has a habit of doing the tch noise you know the one. he also frequently plays with his mouth in the sense that he usually chews at his lip or the inside of his mouth a lot. huge ass smile with teeth, although he smirks a lot too. 

kuramochi has very defined muscles which i thank the lord for every day. but in all seriousness, yeah his pecs are particularly defined, as well as his collarbones.

there’s a limit to his patience. it’s been a week. a week with muted replies and a distant presence and an eerie feeling of being AVOIDED by miyuki. first was confusion - he was quick to catch onto the amount of time they’d spent together being shaved finely. he didn’t miss a trick, after all. then came anger. not an outburst, more passive aggressive in nature. he’d only see miyuki on the field or in class or in the halls, now. he’d stopped coming by all together to the dorm room. of course, kuramochi was PISSED.

what the fuck is his problem, anyway? 

but mixed in with the feelings of anger and confusion were traces of fear. traces, he likes to play it down. kuramochi was worried. miyuki wasn’t the type to just-- just up and leave like that. youichi’d never been able to shut that mouth of his, so why now? that wasn’t the biggest issue, however. no, miyuki still burned in his mind despite his absence. he burned brightly and it never failed to amaze kuramochi just how hard he’d been etched into his memory; his routine. he had a lot more time to himself. more time to DISTRACT himself with mortal kombat and bullying sawamura. more time alone with his thoughts. more time alone to keep wondering what exactly it was that he did.

sweat slipped from his forehead and followed the lines of his jawline and eventually down to his chin and splashing downward. practice was over long ago, but he was out here swinging the same metal bat he did every day. it’d become even more frequent after miyuki’s absence. it was a total coincidence that he saw miyuki skulk around the corner of the building - his shadow igniting a range of emotions within youichi. he can’t stop himself from doing it - the bat falls with a thump and he’s jogging out of the field and around the same corner. he sees miyuki distracted with the drink machine, and for the first time since the abrupt cut of communication, kuramochi doesn’t know what he wants to do. he’s been planning this conversation for days, but he draws a breath and draws a blank. he bites down on his lip as savours the fact he hasn’t noticed him just yet. he could just walk away now - COWARDLY. he wants to laugh at the thought. that’s not him at all. he wouldn’t walk away. he won’t. he should know exactly what to say, but that isn’t falling in line with his personality. a quiet exhale, before he stares - his brows are furrowed and his gaze is hard and focused straight on him. the gap between them is large, but he speaks low and without vigor.

“Well if it isn’t Seidou’s genius catcher.”

                              Sanada gives him a slight smile ;;                               his trademark mask since                               he could remember.