#freckleschan

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kuramochi drawled.

He had seen Sawamura do some pretty stupid things, but this one—this one looked like it could back fire on him and not in the fun way. Sawamura was stretched out on the floor. Wrapping paper littered everywhere, scissors in places that would bring shame to any kindergarten teacher, tape holding things together that were in no danger of falling apart, and a letter in envelope that said To Chris-Senpai Love Eijun. A letter that could only spell out trouble for his obviously inept roommate.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Sawamura replied while humming a Christmas tune.

“Being stupid as hell, Why on earth would you decide to give Chris-Senpai enough coffee to last him though the apocalypse?” Kuramochi snapped while playing hopscotch to his bed—god this kid could be so messy, it was like living with a dog.

Sawamura turned his head, nose scrunched, and eyes narrowed, “Because he likes coffee,” He said not even hiding his very apparent judgment.

Kuramochi rolled his eyes to the heavens in hopes to reach a higher power. He had no doubts that Sawamura was doing this with best intentions, most things the kid did was with the best intentions. Unfortunately he also knew that such a gift would probably raise the final flag for Chris to realize that Sawamura had a great big dumb crush on him. Not that Sawamura did a good job of hiding it—following him to eat every day? So smooth. Offering massages for Chris’s shoulder? What a caring teammate. Stalking him to the bath? The very definition of subtle. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his face and every pitch he ever through—and this letter could be dangerous.

He was surprised that this wasn’t the talk of the team, but who knows? Maybe everyone else was just as dumb when it came to social situations as Sawamura. Maybe they all had put it on the list of weird things that Sawamura does when there is someone he respects. Kuramochi knew better, Sawamura respected everyone on the team, 1st strings 2nd strings 3rd strings and the managers, and he did not under any circumstance follow them to the bath.

“How do you even know he likes coffee?” Kuramochi said and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Because he drinks it every morning when he wakes up in his room,” Sawamura said and let a silent duh ring through the room. Of course, why shouldn’t Sawamura know Chris’s morning routine? That clearly wasn’t weird at all, or creepy.

“I’m not even gonna ask how you know that.”

Sawamura gave him a blinding smile that probably was meant to say gosh I am so smart and sneaky, but to Kuramochi it only read I’m such a dumbass please help me. Why couldn’t Kuramochi get a smart and simple roommate? Literally dozens of kids game to Seido and he got saddle with the one that was most likely to poke a sleeping bear. He shook his head in disappointment and picked up an old baseball magazine to leaf through.

“Hey I didn’t do anything weird this time,” Sawamura said indignantly.

“Of course,” Kuramochi said dryly.

“Seriously! Besides it’s not like he’s gonna really know what it means,” Sawamura said brightly.

“I think the ‘Love Eijun’ is a pretty big indicator of your super-secret crush,” He pointed out and turned a page flippantly.

“No it doesn’t, it clearly—GUH How do you even know!” He shouted out, face turning an alarming shade of red.

“Is this a real question?” Kuramochi asked.

“Ack! Whatever it’s not like anyone else knows” He said angrily.

Oh God, he really was a dumb child.

“Well, I don’t think you wrong, but just don’t think you have this entirely under wraps,” Kuramochi said voice straining to not give away his utter disbelief at Sawamura thinking he was playing it cool with Chris.

If this was cool he could only wonder what Sawamura would do if he was ‘actively’ attempting to get Chris’s attetion.

“Besides, you always get presents for the people you like? Aren’t you getting a present for Miyuki-senpai?” Sawamura asked indignantly

“Why, would I get a present for that shitty bastard?”

“Because aren’t you…”

Kuramochi could see the word forming at the tip of his tong, the word that describe them in way that he had not uttered to anyone. If Sawamura knew what was good for him he would swallow it, and lock it away. If he did not he would text Miyuki of Sawamura’s crush and then it would be sadly out of his hands if the whole school knew by the next day.

“The two of you are…uh…”

Kuramochi’s glare intensified as Sawamura seemed to start to sweat and shrink against his gaze.

“Close.”

Someone give the kid a prize, Sawamura actually showed some self-restraint. Kuramochi should write this day down, tell Masuko-senpai when he returns of their youngest roommate’s new ability to contain himself.

“Nice choice.” Kuramochi congratulated sarcastically.

“Thanks,” Sawamura said flinching.

Kuramochi was only moderately horrified that Sawamura was able to piece that together and extremely scared he would say something to Miyuki. He wasn’t exactly sure what would happen to them if God forbid they have label, but he was pretty sure that Miyuki would explode in some unknown way.

Miyuki was like a bomb, press the wrong button, or cut the wrong wire and the effects could be disastrous. Say something that made him sound too close and Kuramochi would suddenly be experiencing the cold shoulder and incredulous looks when asked what was wrong. If he implied that they weren’t that close snarky comments and missing things were bound to happen. If he said he was indifferent well then he might as well have said he loved him and that was dangerous because then he knew that Kuramochi was placating him in some way and that was even worse.

Public displays of affection were practically declarations of war, but not when it was just the two of them and if he denied him there, then Kuramochi was better off punching himself in the face. There was a fine line that he walked by being with Miyuki. He was the kind of guy that prided himself because he actually enjoyed being alone and absolutely abhorred thought of needing something, but relished in the thought of people needing him. Sometimes Kuramochi thought about punching him just as much as kissing him, and vaguely wondered if most people put this much effort in a relationship.

“So are you?” Sawamura peeped out.

Never mind he didn’t really have any self-restraint at all.

“What would I even give him?”Kuramochi barked.

“I don’t know a new personality?” Sawamura said.

“Wow.”

 “A better fashion sense?”

“Would you ever say this to his face?”

“Probably not.”

Kuramochi rolled his eyes—God he was an idiot. He was terrified that Sawamura’s idiot germs would rub off on him.

“How about…uh…I already said new personality didn’t I?”Sawamura questioned.

“Yeah.”

“Oh. This is harder than expected,” Sawamura said and used too much tape on the wrapping paper, “Well he’s getting you a present.”

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Kuramochi suddenly found he was sweating, “You’re kidding me right?”

“What? No! I totally saw it when I was asking him to catch for me, he crammed it in his locker and told me not be such noisy idiot—the combination could apparently get me killed.” Sawamura lamented while puffing out his cheeks.

Oh man, Kuramochi was in trouble, deep trouble. It’s not like he didn’t have a gift for Miyuki, he in fact always got him a gift despite knowing if he actually gave it to him it would be symbol of commitment. A symbol that usually warded Miyuki off. If he really was getting a gift he would only have to pull a random gift from the box, but this would be a first for Miyuki. Most likely a dangerous choice on his part that made Kuramochi face heat up and heart speed up a million miles per minute.

“Well…He’d most likely like anything you give him even if he was an asshole about it,” Sawamura murmured gingerly picking up more wrapping paper.

“Whatever, you idiot,” Kuramochi said while jerking his ahead, who gave Sawamura the right to say such corny things? Regardless he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Your wrapping is a atrocious,” Kuramochi jabbed.

“I’d like to see you do a better job!” Sawamura shouted, fist raised in a menacing fashion.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” Kuramochi shouted and leapt from his bed to grab the little idiot in a chokehold.

“Gwah! Let go!”

“Not until you apologize! How do you not know how to treat your seniors?”

“Fine! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Sawamura begged—as he should—and Kuramochi released him.

Kuramochi picked up the roll of wrapping paper, politely ignoring the stupid design, and gathered the other necessary supplies. He took off the ugly heap of wrapping paper off of the coffee set and tossed Sawamura a disgusted look.

“How do you think Chris-senpai could like something wrapped up so ugly?”

“What are you doing? Do you know how long that took me!” He snapped arms flailing forward only falling short because of Kuramochi hand holding his head.

“Fixing it, you dumbass,” He snapped.

“There is nothing to fix!” Sawamura pleaded.

“Are being serious?” Kuramochi said, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

After many punches, eye rolling and angry comments the gifts for Chris was finally wrapped to a picture perfect quality. Kuramochi’s talents even blew him away, but he had to thank his mom for sitting with him as he wrapped their own Christmas presents.

“It’s perfect,” Sawamura gushed.

“Now,” Kuramochi said taking the letter and bopping Sawamura in the head with it, “Be careful with what you say. Chris is…”

“What?”

Might break your heart? Kuramochi didn’t know what say he just knew he didn’t want Sawamura to be bitterly heart broken, but at the same time Chris could easily put a stop to this if he wanted to right?

“Very serious,” He decided.

“Oh my god,” Sawamura said rolling his eyes and getting up, “I’m going to bed.”

“I’m looking out for you, you idiot!” Kuramochi snapped and punched him.

“Stop hitting me! I want to go to bed,” Sawamura shouted holding his head.

Kuramochi groaned and rolled his eyes, nice, Sawamura leave him to clean up all of this trash. He watched him jumped into bed and Kuramochi got rid of the trash. Was Miyuki getting him a gift? He looked over to the drawer that held all the potential gifts for Miyuki.

“I would get him a glasses case,” Kuramochi said and climbed into bed.

“What?”

“A glasses case, he always puts his regular glasses in his locker without protection,” Kuramochi explained.

“Wow, how’d you learn that? Stalk him?” Sawamura groaned.

“Are kidding me? Look who’s talking you asshole!” Kuramochi shouted.