#isashiki jun

It starts, as most things on the Seidou baseball team do, with Sawamura being an idiot and everyone just wanting to see where things would go.

Three days, a rearranged cafeteria, and a few complaints to Kataoka later they find themselves here; in said rearranged cafeteria holding a trial for Miyuki on the charge of bullying the pitchers. The plaintiffs were Sawamura, who’d started this whole thing because Miyuki hadn’t caught for him in two days, Furuya, who was a little lost but was also being “ignored” by Miyuki, Tojo, who just wanted to see if he could get Miyuki to catch for him, and Nori. When asked why he was joining the plaintiffs, Nori shrugged and called it bonding with his under-classmen. Asada was too overwhelmed to take a stance on the matter but had been assured he would get compensation for Miyuki’s “bullying”.

Miyuki looked around the cafeteria with a look of utter bewilderment, and then turned to Chris sitting beside him.

“Why are you even here?”

“I’m your lawyer.”

“So I’ve been told, but why are you, here?” Miyuki waved his arms dramatically at the surrounding room. “You must have more important things to do.”

Chris finally looked up from the, surprisingly detailed, folder he’d been given yesterday. Apparently Nori had asked one of his classmates, who was going into law, to help structure this trial because lord knows if Sawamura had been in charge it would be chaos. So Chris had a very detailed list of charges, evidence, and had spent the morning curating witnesses.

“Not really, besides, who else was going to represent you?”

The two looked over at Kuramochi who was leaning against the judges table, catching up with Tetsu. Then they turned to the prosecution’s table where Nabe was talking with the pitchers, and then to the twelve jurors hanging out in the corner with Jun who was taking his job as bailiff very seriously.

No one would influence the jurors on his watch.

“You know, I feel like there are things I could have done better during my time here.”

“Scared of the jury?”

“Why isn't Okumura on the jury? He’d vote on my innocence just to catch for Sawamura.”

“And that’s why he’s not on the jury. No catchers, no pitchers, and Haruichi, Zono and Kuramochi weren’t allowed on the jury either.”

Miyuki let out a long suffering sigh.

Thunk.

“Ow,” he groaned softly, voice muffled by the table.

Chris gave him a firm, reassuring pat on the back.

“You’re saying I could have tried Miyuki for being an insufferable bastard?”

The catcher turned his head to look up awkwardly at the new voice.

Tanba was standing over him, arms crossed and a barely contained grin. Sometimes Miyuki mourned the days Tanba ignored him. Sure it was annoying when he was the ace, but now Tanba just teased and taunted him relentlessly. 

“Tanba, I didn’t think you were coming today.”

“Class got canceled and there was no way I could miss this.”

Miyuki groaned and turned back to staring at the scratched up table. “Who told you?”

“Chris.”

The catcher’s forehead was turning red from the pressure of the table and the way he was rubbing it against the surface every time he turned. He turned once more, this time to give Chris a look of betrayal.

“Does my suffering amuse you?”

“Greatly,” both alumni responded.

“Tanba-senpai!” The pitcher looked up towards the prosecution’s table where Sawamura was waving at him. “Would you like to be a witness?”

“Hey! You had to turn in your witness list yesterday,” Kuramochi scolded.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to support my fellow pitchers. Chris, good luck. Miyuki, I hope you lose.”

“Those two things conflict!” Miyuki called out after him. He sat up, taking his glasses off to rub at the bridge of his nose, and then turned to Chris. “When’s this thing starting anyways, I have studying to do.”

Chris laughed, “Did you try to explain that to Sawamura?”

“He didn’t believe me.”

“Not surprising, I probably wouldn’t believe you either if I was him.”

“Real reassuring coming from my lawyer.”

CLANG

Everyone looked up at the judge’s table where Tetsu and Kuramochi were wincing– Tetsu holding a bat, his gavel. Miyuki swears he hears someone whisper incredulously and someone else snickers.

Tetsu clears his throat, setting the bat against the table.

“If everyone takes their seats, the trial will begin shortly.”

The room filled with the sound of scraping chairs and shuffling feet, quiet murmurs as people predict the outcome.

Haruichi takes a seat behind the pitchers with Asada, Kuramochi, and Ryou. Zono sits behind Miyuki, and to his surprise so does Okumura. Less surprisingly Yui sits there too, and Miyuki likes to think that it’s because they like him and not because if he wins they can catch for the pitchers.

Jun stands between the witness stand and the jury.

It feels weirdly proper, everyone silently wonders how long this will last.

Tetsu pulls a piece of paper from his pocket, and Miyuki suddenly has a sinking feeling. He turns to Chris to find him covering his mouth, shoulder shaking in silent laughter. Their eyes meet briefly and that only makes the older catcher laugh harder, forcing him to bite his lip.

The judge’s brows furrowed in confusion and then there’s a soft, “Oh, that’s my grocery list.”

At that Jun’s eyes widen slightly and he reaches into his own pocket, unfolding a piece of paper and swapping it with Tetsu’s. Tetsu smooths it out, reads it over quickly, and then starts again.

“Prosecution, please make your opening statement.”

Nabe clears his throat and stands, slowly, hands planted firmly on the table. It pulls all attention to him.

“Gentlemen-”

“Um, I’m really sorry,” a first year at the back pipes up, hand raised. Nabe’s ears turn a bit pink, and all sense of decorum and awe he commanded dissipated with a quiet snicker from Miyuki.

“Shut up,” Nabe snaps rather gently, and then sensing his mistake he turns back to the first year and clarifies, “not you. You can ask your question but this,” he turns and points at Miyuki, “is why you’re on trial.”

“So, we’re trying the Captain because… he’s an ass?” The first year is so hesitant, like he’s afraid to call Miyuki an ass but can’t think of any other word.

The man in question will cut him some slack, because he’s pretty sure the kid is just repeating what his roommates said. Also because he doesn’t want to add fuel to the fire. Even if he is being laughed at by the team and publicly humiliated because he was trying to study.

“Tetsu, maybe we should explain what’s happening. This isn’t like last time.”

“I’m sorry, last time?” Haruichi asked.

Masuko grunted, nodding sagely. “The great pudding trial of second year. Ryou was sentenced to twenty laps or one stupid modern Japanese question to coach.”

“Is that why Coach is always so intense when I answer questions?! What did you ask him?”

“On a scale of Nabe to Sawamura?” Jun asked. “Probably a Furuya.”

At his name, Furuya startled awake, looking around and blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey! Why am I the bottom of the scale?!”

“You picked a fight with Coach on day one,” Kuramochi deadpanned. “Anyways, I agree, someone should explain what’s happening.”

“For the audience, of course,” Ryou teased, side eyeing the short stop beside him.

Kuramochi gives him a look that might be a glare but is also plenty amused, like he knows he set himself up for that one.

“Alright then,” Tetsu nods. “We are here today for the trial of Miyuki Kazuya– current Captain, starting pitcher, and cleanup for the Seidou boys baseball team– represented by Chris Yuu Takigawa. The charges are being brought against Miyuki by the current pitchers of Seidou’s boys baseball team, represented by Watanabe Hisashi. The prosecution may now make their opening statement.”

This time, Nabe didn’t pull any theatrics and just stood up– missing the way some of the other third years bit their lips to stifle laughter.

“Thank you,” he addressed Tetsu, nodding, before turning more towards the jury. “Gentlemen of the court, we are here to find justice for our beloved pitchers who work tirelessly to keep our opponents from scoring-”

“And not doing much scoring,” Kanemaru coughed.

“Hey, the jury’s not supposed to talk,” Toujo scolded.

Miyuki had initially been surprised that Kanemaru wasn’t on the jury ban list, but he supposed his love for Toujo was balanced out for his general exhaustion with Sawamura and Furuya. Clearly he was right.

“Ya, pipe down or you’ll be switched out,” Jun roared.

“Sorry.”

“As I said, they work tirelessly to keep our opponents from scoring, but our Captain and starting catcher has been impeding their training recently by refusing to catch for any of them. How are we supposed to make nationals when our pitchers can’t practice with the catcher they’re supposed to trust implicitly on the field? The numbers need to be refined, and no hard feelings to our first years but they’re not quite ready to catch certain full power pitches. Without Miyuki we only have Ono, with the experience and skill to focus on the pitcher’s training, and as great as he is it’s one to five.”

Chris casts a sidelong glance at Miyuki who’s chin is pressed into his palm, curled fingers covering his mouth. He’s glaring past Nabe at the pitchers, probably Nori specifically.

“Our pitchers have tried fruitlessly to work out a schedule with Miyuki, but he always claims to be busy studying.”  Miyuki throws his hands in the air, wide eyed and clearly straining to bite his tongue. He makes a few exaggerated waves and weird full body gestures before Chris kicks him under the table. “With no other options, we were forced to bring this matter to a court of peers. All we ask is for reasonable compensation-”

“Catch for us Miyuki Kazuya!”

“Ya, stop ignoring us,” Furuya doubles down.

Clang

It’s softer this time but still jarring; the metal bat against the table leg rings out, startling everyone.

“Order in the court. Defense?”

“Yes?” Chris asks, pulling his gaze away from where Tanba was sharing a bag of popcorn with Ryou. The former ace made direct eye contact as he shoveled a handful into his mouth.

“Your statement?”

“Right. Well, the defense would like to remind everyone that college applications are fast approaching and Miyuki plans on applying to some and, even in the case of being scouted, he still has to do well in college classes. The Captain isn’t neglecting his duties but rather looking to both his future and the future of the team.” Behind the prosecution's table Yui nods quickly, and Okumura lowers his head in acknowledgment. “The only way the first year catchers will improve is if they practice catching for our pitchers. What if Miyuki and Ono both get hurt and can’t play? Does the team plan to lose nationals because no one can catch for the ace or any of the pitchers for that matter?”

That seems to connect with the jury who, for the most part, aren’t starting players. The appeal to their future, college applications, nationals, all of it is far more relatable than the pitchers being ignored by Miyuki. Especially since they know what it’s like to be ignored in favor of the first string and starters.

Chris looks over at the pitchers, Nori seems unaffected by Chris’ speech– the former catcher suspects he’d reached the same conclusion before the trial even started– but the other three seemed to be in different states of reflection. Except Asada, who was awkwardly accepting popcorn from Tanba.

Toujo was looking at Kanemaru on the jury, a silent reminiscence of their time fighting to get here. To the point where Toujo could even ask Miyuki to catch for him for the sake of the game and not just out of selfish desire. Furuya was looking behind the defense, Miyuki guessed at Yui whom he’d actually pushed aside until recently, and Sawamura… neither catcher thinks he knows he’s practically glaring a hole into Jun.

Jun, very kindly, doesn’t say anything. He just takes a small step, being careful not to grab Sawamura’s attention with a sudden move.

“And let’s face it, he really needs all the studying he can get.”

“Hey!”

The growing tension in the atmosphere snaps with stifled laughter and muttered agreements. Mostly from behind the defense, funnily enough.

“I rest my case.”

“What the hell Chris?”

“What? Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to baseball you’re brilliant, but I’ve seen you around exam time. Tell me, how did your last math test go?”

Miyuki’s ears turned a faint pink and he looked away mumbling, “It went fine.”

“You’re welcome!” Nabe called from across the aisle.

“Alright, now that everyone’s made their opening statement: prosecution, call your first witness.”

That brings Miyuki back into the moment. He doesn’t know who the prosecution’s witnesses are, or Chris’ for that matter but that’s not a surprise. Chris had only collected witnesses this morning. What is a surprise is that Sawamura hasn’t blabbed about their witnesses.

The room is quiet. No one moves to stand, which prompts people to look around in confusion.

Was someone waiting outside? Did they miss their cue? Did Nabe forget to tell his witnesses who was up first?

“Koushuu, that’s you,” Seto’s whisper cut through the room.

“Oh, my bad.” His chair scraped as he stood up, then he shuffled awkwardly through the row towards Jun who waved him into the witness stand.

Sawamura gasped, a bit dramatically honestly, “Wolf boy!”

“Betrayed by my own roommate," Miyuki sighed.

“I thought you saw this coming?” Chris whispered.

“Oh no, I did. Still stings just a bit.”

Nabe stood back up, approaching the witness stand.

“Would you state your name and relation to Miyuki Kazuya for the record?”

“There’s a record?”

No one’s surprised, really, that they didn’t notice Natsukawa and Sachiko sitting in the back with the camera meant for scouting out opposing teams. Everyone turns in their seats to the two girls who wave happily.

“Just pretend we aren’t here.”

“Why is this being recorded?!”

“Humiliation,” Natsukawa shrugs. “In the event you’re found guilty, I think we’ll send this to your friends from the All Stars team.”

“I’ll take a copy too.”

“Same here!”

Chris raises his hand slightly. “One for me too please.”

“Of course,” Sachiko smiled. “All second and former third years automatically get a copy.”

“Okay is this a trial or just some sick game of public humiliation? Is there even a chance I’ll be found not guilty?” Miyuki looks at the jury.

Maybe. He decides. Mostly because Chris’ opening argument really struck a chord with everyone.

“Put the bat down, Tetsu!” Jun roars, and everyone turns so fast that at least one person falls from his chair.

Tetsu is holding the bat, but he’d barely lifted it from the ground before Jun stopped him.

“Then can Okumura introduce himself to the court?”

The catcher nods.

“My name is Okumura Koushuu, and I’m Miyuki Kazuya’s roommate and,” he grimaces, “fellow catcher. I intend to steal the starting spot from him,” he stares right at Miyuki with his declaration.

A smug smirk pulls at Miyuki’s lips, but that only serves to bother Okumura more. Tetsu’s brow furrows as he swears the first year starts to growl.

“And as a fellow catcher, how would you describe Miyuki’s recent interactions with the pitchers?”

“Non-existent.”

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“Normally when someone asks Miyuki to catch for them and he says no, it’s because he’s catching for someone else or doing batting practice, but recently he’s just been avoiding all of them and hiding in our room.”

“And speaking of your room, he normally hosts small lectures on strategy for the pitchers and catchers, does he not?”

“Normally, yes.”

“And recently?”

“There haven’t been any recent lectures. He won’t even open the door most of the time if he knows Sawamura or Furuya-senpai are outside.”

Kanemaru snorts, covering his mouth and clearly his throat awkwardly.

The defense, both Miyuki and Chris, are impressed that Sawamura hasn’t added his two cents yet. It’s impressive, he’s never this quiet. Chris spares him a glance and nearly chokes on the laugh he forces himself to hold in; Sawamura is practically vibrating with unused energy and unshared commentary.

Miyuki looks over and his eyes lock with Sawamura who just glares. Furuya is, of course, falling asleep in his seat. It’s hot in here with the entirety of the team and how they’ve arranged themselves, even with the doors open to let in a breeze. Not to mention they’d spent the morning practicing until it got so hot Kataoka had no choice but to end practice.

He wonders why the door is open instead of turning the AC on, oh well. Miyuki turns back to Okumura who is also still glaring at him. They’ll be a great battery.

“And in your opinion, as a catcher, how is this affecting the team?”

“Well,” Okumura almost looks a little uncomfortable, and that’s how Miyuki knows exactly what he’s about to say, “it’s giving the rest of the catcher’s practice, especially since Ono-senpai is also busy studying, but it’s preventing the pitchers from refining their skills. I’ll admit, I still struggle with a lot of Sawamura-senpai’s numbers and I definitely can’t help him create new ones since I’m not as familiar with his skills as Miyuki-senpai. So in terms of affecting the team, we won’t really know until it comes time for a game.”

Chris says nothing, he has no objections. Okumura’s testimony is factual and unbiased, at this rate he won’t even need to call him up as a witness of his own. Although looking to Nabe he thinks the man’s about to end this examination because Okumura is kind of digging him into a hole.

“Thank you, that’s everything from me.”

Tetsu turns to Chris and asks, “Would you like to cross examine the witness.”

“No.”

Everyone is taken aback by how much Chris sounds like Miyuki. Not literally, of course, but the tone he takes is very similar to when Miyuki knows he’s gotten under someone’s skin. It’s proud and straining with barely contained joy, and a little smug.

Chris clears his throat. He at least has the decency to look a bit embarrassed, or maybe he really is.

“Alright, Nabe, your next witness?”

Nabe looks through his little dossier, face pinching in annoyance while Okumura returns to his seat. He shuffles through the row awkwardly and sits back between Seto and Yui, and then Miyuki turns around.

“Aw-”

“Miyuki! No talking with the witnesses!” Jun yells.

Chris kicks him under the table.

“Please don’t.”

Miyuki looks up at the other catcher who inclines his head towards the witness stand.

“I’m ready to call up my next witness.” He turns to the pitchers gathered behind him. “Nori? You’re up.”

Nori had the foresight to sit at the end of the row, so he slipped out easily and took the stand.

“I thought we couldn’t testify?!” Sawamura whines.

“No, I said I wouldn’t let you testify,” Nabe responds, not turning around.

Since he wouldn’t look at Sawamura, the pitcher leaned over his shoulder. Nabe continued to look forward, mostly to keep from laughing.

“Why?”

“So many reasons.”

“Don’t worry Sawamura, I’ve got this,” Nori laughed, giving his underclassman a thumbs up.

Sawamura crosses his arms with a pout, turning to glare at Miyuki who, in turn, sticks his tongue out at the pitcher. 

“State your name and relationship to Miyuki Kazuya for the record.”

“Kawakami Norifumi, fellow third year and a pitcher for the Seidou boys baseball team.”

Chris leans closer to Miyuki and whispers, “Scared?”

“Look, I was not expecting to regret every decision I’ve ever made today,” Miyuki grumbled.

The two straightened back up, and Miyuki rested his chin in his palm.

“Thank you, Nori. Then, Miyuki’s been catching for you for the last three years?”

“Yes, as first years he ended up catching for me before making the first string.”

“Then you would know if Miyuki has a history of ignoring his pitchers?”

A soft, “I do not ignore them,” followed by “ow”, filled the silence before Nori answered.

“Yes. Miyuki has a habit of focusing on just one pitcher, which can cause problems like not noticing when things are wrong.”

“Can you give us an example?”

“Signs of mental distress, signs of physical injury-”

“Objection.” Tetsu turned from Nori to Chris and raised a brow. “The examples given are unrelated to the current trial.”

“Ya, Nori, stay on topic.”

“Miyuki, less commentary, try looking more apologetic,” Kuramochi said before taking more popcorn from Tanba.

“Objection sustained, but Kuramochi has a point. Less commentary, Miyuki.”

Nori snorts.

Nabe looks pensive for a moment. He had a point here, but he would have to be careful with his wording to get to it.

“Alright. Then, Miyuki has a history of prioritizing individual pitchers over the whole of the pitcher relay?”

“Yes.”

“Having known Miyuki for three years, would you say he might prioritize something he finds more important than the pitchers?”

“Yes.”

“Objection.”

“Oh come on, what is it this time?” Nabe asked, turning to face Chris.

“My client is an idiot, nothing is more important than baseball.”

“Excuse me?!”

The room erupts into laughter.

“What, you can think of something you would put ahead of baseball?” Nabe pushes.

Miyuki opens his mouth to respond, looking mildly offended, but Chris cuts him off.

“Objection, if you want to question my client, call him up to the stand.”

Nabe sighs, turning back to Nori.

“That’s everything, thank you.”

“Chris, would you like to cross examine.”

“Sure,” Chris shrugs, pushing himself out of his chair and walking towards Nori. “Nori, what do you think Miyuki would prioritize over his pitchers?”

“Being a little shit. As long as it didn’t affect the team of course.”

“Then you admit that this break of his won’t affect the team?”

“No, I admit he won’t let it affect the team. I think the pitcher’s have every right to be worried that he isn’t catching for them.”

“Them, not us? You don’t consider yourself part of the pitchers here today?”

Nori opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. If this had been last year’s Nori, Chris is sure he would have broken then and there. He was honestly proud of the guy.

“I’ve been busy studying, so I haven’t been as affected as the others.”

“Have you seen Miyuki studying with you?”

The two third years lock eyes across the room and Nori replies, “No.”

“Liar!”

“Miyuki Kazuya, you lied!”

“Order! Order in the-” CLANG “court…”

Jun sighs, crossing behind Nori and taking the bat from Tetsu.

“Alright, I’m taking this. Find a different gavel before we all go deaf.”

Nori clears his throat, hiding behind his fist. Chris sighs, that was his own fault.

Miyuki had mentioned that he’d been studying alone in his room because it was easier. Nori probably had seen Miyuki studying, but Chris had been so focused on building off his last question that he’d worded it wrong. Not that he thinks Nori would have admitted he’d seen Miyuki studying anyways, the pitcher was clearly enjoying this.

“Thank you, Nori. I’m done, Tetsu.”

“Nabe, do you have a final witness?”

“We’re good.”

Tetsu nods.

“Chris, do you have any witnesses?”

“I’d like to call Okumura back to the stand.”

A few people frown in confusion, and Nori says, “I think we did this wrong.”

“Who knows,” Chris shrugs. “We’ve been using a baseball bat as a gavel, does it really matter?”

There were murmurs of assent while Okumura returned to the stand and Nori headed back to his seat.

“Okumura, have you seen Miyuki studying in your room?”

“Yes.”

Miyuki cackles and points an accusatory finger at Sawamura yelling, “I told you!”

“Wolf boy! Why didn’t you say that earlier?! We could have avoided this!”

Haruichi groans, face palming along with a good portion of the audience.

“Miyuki-senpai already told you, I wasn’t sure what was happening.”

“Well I thought he was lying!”

“Why would I lie about that?!”

“I don’t know, you lie about a lot of things!”

“I do not!”

“Do too!”

Kuramochi made a strangled noise and tilted his head side to side as if in consideration.

“Sawamura,” Kanemaru sighs, “you’re an idiot. Do we need to keep going? Can we just declare Miyuki not guilty and get out of here?”

“We’ve come this far, Shinji, might as well see it through,” Toujo suggested.

“Ya, but I think we can skip the deliberation,” one of the other jurors said.

Tetsu surveys the room, saying, “Then if everyone agrees, Kanemaru, what is the jury's decision?”

Kanemaru turns in his seat and the jurors hand over their decision papers. He looks through them and then stands.

“Right. In the case of Miyuki V. pitchers, the jury finds Miyuki Kazuya guilty.”

“What, why?!”

The blond shrugs. “Because you wasted our day?”

“Sawamura was the one who called a trial!”

“Right, because you’re such a scheming shit that he thought you were lying about studying.”

“I demand a retrial.”

“On what grounds?” Ryou chuckles.

“A biased jury.”

“No. Now, I suggest you work out a catching schedule with the pitchers.”

“We can help you study,” Furuya suggests. “I had all sorts of studying games to get into Seidou.”

Miyuki blinks slowly. “I forgot you tested in.”

Furuya nods and then yawns. “But first, I’m going to take a nap.”

“Or,” Sachiko pipes up from the back, “you could get out of it by agreeing to send this video to your All-”

“No.”

“You just don’t want Mei to see it,” Sawamura scoffs.

“Oh because you look so much better!”

“Better than you,” Okumura grumbles.

Everyone piles on to the bickering. Some people dragging Sawamura for being an idiot, some people dragging Miyuki for his shitty personality, and Miyuki complaining about the team’s betrayal. It was loud, so very loud.

Kuramochi has Miyuki locked in a choke hold, and Ryou lands  a hard chop to the back of Sawamura’s head. Chris steals some of Tanba’s popcorn, watching Miyuki struggle against his vice captain while Zono tries to break them up. Nabe joins Chris and Tanba, who offer him some popcorn and congratulate him. Asada inched around the chaos to join his fellow first years.

“What are you doing?” Kataoka’s booming voice cut through the chaos.

Turning towards the door, the crowd parts to reveal Kuramochi strangling Miyuki on the floor.

“Boss! We’re just solving a problem!”

“By killing Miyuki?”

Kuramochi looks down at the Captain locked in a choke hold and lets go, mumbling an apology as he tries to catch his breath.

“He’s fine.”

Kataoka nods.

“Just make sure you don’t kill him… this doesn’t have anything to do with all of the complaints regarding his recent absence, does it?”

“Sawamura thought I was lying about studying,” Miyuki groans, still sprawled out on the floor. “So they had a trial.”

The coach’s eyes are obscured by his shades, but he sighs– shoulders visibly sinking– and turns around.

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y u k i 💜 t e t s u y a ; hairpulling

you often look for tetsuya after sunday practice to give him the upcoming week's training schedule

as the meijin university boys' baseball team student physical trainer for the past two years, you help with their exercise regiment and work with the dietitian and coaches to deliver meal plans and practice schedules as well

it's not like you have to hand-deliver these things... but seeing Tetsuya is always a bonus (and it gives you a chance to go into detail - that's the excuse you use)

kuramochi, your best friend who had also decided to attend his high school coach's alma mater, is just so kind to interrupt and ask you to run through his schedule

"hold up, mochi - after i finish talking to tetsu"

"he can wait! i'm going on a date soon, so i'm in a rush!"

you snort, turning to tetsu to see where you left off on the page and telling mochi to wait his turn

mochi, the stubborn, unrelenting bastard, gives a short but firm tug to your ponytail

out of pure instinct, you bite your lip, eyes rolling back into your head with the tiniest of groans

mochi doesn't notice since he's behind you and still rambling on - thank goodness or he'd be howling, never letting you hear the end of it

but tetsuya certainly doesn't fail to catch it, visions of taking you from behind and pulling your hair fill his mind

he can see you ass-up on his bed, back arching and mouth babbling as he rams you with his cock, pussy gushing

he wonders if you like being spanked and choked too. would you call him sweetly by his name? or by daddy instead?

you blush heavily but continue talking, trying to play things off like nothing happened

but he's no longer paying attention, instead starting to brainstorm ways to get you to his for a personal training session with this newfound knowledge...

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m i y u k i 💜 k a z u y a ; flexibility

kazuya walking into your apartment is not an uncommon occurrence, but today, he's earlier than usual - which means he sees you doing a yoga morning routine that you'll inevitably give up on in a week or two

still, you're surprised at how flexible you are and how energized and focused it makes you - so maybe you'll stick with it for a bit

miyuki's heart isn't prepared to see your ass in those tight pants, or the way your boobs push out of the elastic, seamless sports bra

he's just thankful (or not) that your top isn't loose, otherwise he would perish on the spot at seeing any bit of underboob

with pants that fitted, you're either wearing the smallest thong known to man or nothing at all

he's imagining manhandling you in so many positions - to see just how far you can stretch for him, the burn in your muscles nothing compared to the heat you'd feel as he fills you up to the brim

what if he railed you standing, a leg hooked over his shoulder to spread you open as you beg for him to wreck you despite struggling to stay in this position?

he wants to rip those pants down the seam, eating you out then fucking the lights out of you

you could try sitting on his face in the splits to give him full access to your little pussy while he holds your thighs down

you switch to the downward dog pose, ass in the air toward him and ask in the sweetest voice if he wants to join you

he takes back his earlier statement - maybe he is about to die on the spot after all

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i s a s h i k i 💜 j u n ; finger sucking

studying in the library with jun is never a peaceful affair and you don't know why you agree to it every time - maybe because of your small little crush on your close friend that you continue to squash down

he interrupts your thoughts - "hey, what'd you get for number seven?"

jun pokes the side of your head - of course, he has his annoying moments too

"i told you i'm only doing even-numbered problems right now, idiot."

he doesn't ease up, continuing to poke, so it's time for retaliation. you whip your head around and prepare to bite

at that moment, something strange happens in your mind - you realize that he was poking you with his finger, not a pencil. and you don't want to hurt him with your bite, but you're already turning around, so - you... kind of just end up taking his fingers into your mouth

neither of you reacts right away. he's managed to get his long finger all the way in, hitting the back of your throat... with no gag reflex

his feels his digit rest on your tongue until you move it to flutter around him, the inside of your cheeks like velvet

"wh-what the fuck?"

his fingers come out with a pop and a little drool on the side of your cheek, which you wipe away

"would you rather i have bitten your finger? you'd be cryin', y'know?"

he stares, speechless and processing what happened. your mouth had felt so good, so soft around him. he'd be in heaven if you sucked him off like that, pretty eyes staring up at him while he paints your face white

"we wouldn't have had this problem if you stopped annoying me," you shrug

but when you pull out a lollipop from your bag, unwrapping it and swirling your tongue around, he suddenly remembers he's got something very important to do

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s a n a d a 💜 s h u n p e i ; thigh crushing

sanada's flirting is often affectionate, so it doesn't phase you when he sits on the floor of the couch in front of you, leaning his head back between your legs and looking up at you

you roll your eyes with a smile but continue watching your friends play mario kart on the screen

when it's your turn and the controller is handed to you, he becomes such a little demon

he turns to your knee and does that thing where he tickles you by putting his fingers in the centre of your knee and spreading them outward at the same time

"shunpei!" you scold him, "stop that!"

"or what?" he'll raise an eyebrow playfully

"or... or i'll accidentally kick you, idiot" you save face in your response, but your red cheeks show otherwise - you're a sucker for that little smirk of his

he doesn't let up, though, giving your calf a flick, tickling your bare leg with the texture of his hair from where he's sitting - you name it

"shunpei, if you don't stop, i will crush your head between my thighs."

you lightly pressing on the sides of his head with them, which finally gets him a bit quieter

but that's because he's now imagining eating you out, thighs trying to close him in as he pulls them apart, lapping at your folds as you beg him to keep going

he'd give you orgasm after orgasm, sticky sweet voice crooning for you to give him one more, and another after that, and another...

he wants you so fucked out that by the time he sheathes himself inside you, you're putty in his hands and just a little fucktoy for him

in fact, he's tempted to pepper kisses across your inner thighs, the only mercy from him coming from the fact that you're not alone in the room

"i wouldn't mind if i died like that, sweetheart"

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k u r a m o c h i 💜 y o i c h i ; neck kiss

being close friends with yoichi, it was easy to flirt in small doses with each other to deny your feelings by saying, "that's just what friends do", others saying you acted like a married couple

one day, you're saying goodbye and going for a kiss on his cheek when you both miscalculate - as you lean forward, he's already leaning away, and you end up moving too far forward, kissing his neck

you're a bit tangled in him, and whisper-giggle a "sorry!" in his ear, sending shivers down his spine

you chuckle nervously as you pull back, "i felt like a vampire doing that!"

he lets out an airy laugh, but he's rock hard right now

you've given each other plenty of friend-kisses on the cheek or forehead, but that spot just awakened something in him

he wants to feel your lips all over his skin, plush but feathery, whispering dirty, dirty things to him with your hands running up and down his body

how would those lips feel sucking his cock? how would they feel marking his neck when he drives into you, filling you with his load?

now he wants to fill your skin with love bites, tasting every inch of you and making your pupils dilate with hunger and lust

when he jokingly does it back and you let out a mewl, he knows his heart's in trouble. there's no way he can look at you the same again

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c h r i s 💜 t a k i g a w a 💜 y u ; straddling

chris isn't always one for parties, but he doesn't mind coming out to a few to socialize as long as his friends are there

(and someone may have let it slip to him that you'd be there)

he's seated on one of the loveseats when you find him after a couple drinks each

he's getting up to hug you but someone trying to get through the crowd pushes you forward and you fall onto him, luckily with no more cup in hand

you land safely, however, your legs are straddling his hips as he looks up at your breathless form

chris, as always, is smooth in an awkward moment like this

"hey, I don't mind. not too many seats around anyway."

you giggle, gaining some bravery from him as well,

"okay, but don't complain to me if your legs go numb!"

you turn around on his lap so you're in a far less suggestive position, but he can't stop imagining you riding him

he'd want to hold your hips as you bounce up and down, your tits following suit hypnotizingly as you scream his name

he'd let you do all the work sometimes, moving to your feet and crouching on him so he can watch himself push past your puffy folds and the way you grip him as he comes back out again

but you sitting the other way now? cockwarming wouldn't be a bad idea either. having you spread your legs and his fingers in a v opening your folds, showing everyone how filled you are with him - the thought is thrilling

for now, he's content with his fantasies, but looks like he'll ask you to swing by his place later...