#ofmiracles

Finally, the weather has begun to cool down from the brutal heat of summer. Furuya hates the heat, hates the feeling of his chest tightening whenever he runs laps under the beating rays of the sun. It makes him more unfocused than usual. Practice becomes a blur, Sawamura’s shouting and Haruichi’s encouragement and even Miyuki’s laughter all blending together in a haze as he gasps for breath.

He’s just finished dinner, which is never his favorite part of the day. His teammates force him to eat much more than he’d like to keep his stamina up, and he always comes out of the cafeteria feeling a bit queasy. Furuya knows he should sleep, but ironically this is the one time he can’t bring himself to do so. With the cool evening breeze fluttering around him, his body is restless. He wants to pitch.

Izuki smiles, a nice, pleasant expression to hide the growing feeling of dread festering in his stomach. He supposes he’s happy that Hyuuga is asking that of him now, but he can’t help but feel that if something goes wrong, Hyuuga will never talk to him again, that their friendship will shatter into pieces at the slightest discomfort. Sometimes Izuki longs for everything to be simple like it was when they were kids, a nostalgia for something they can never go back to, for a time where they held hands and snuggled up together without a second thought. Now everything is tinged with precariousness and the knowledge that Hyuuga is pushing himself -- and for what? Does he really like Izuki that way, or is he trying to prove something to himself...?

↳ 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⮞ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 

ofmiracles asked: [ kise via text; it’s 2 am ]: senpai!! do you ever wonder if pigeons have feelings .

HE WAS ALREADY WORN OUT from the countless exams he had be taking extra prep sessions for. If he wanted to achieve placement in Keio, a GPA at par wouldn’t be enough to dazzle them. Kasamatsu made a plan for himself to go straight home on off-days just so he could get to bed at a decent time. Tonight, he was proud of his effort, retiring for the evening at a decent 09:00. He thought he would rest well. This is how he planned it. But a sudden alert from his phone brings the male up from his sleep. Thinking it were morning, the Kaijo captain was distraught at the sight of the time illuminating his screen. 

This better be important, thinks Kasamatsu squinting at the screen——not yet adjusted to the screen’s light. In that moment ( upon seeing the contents of that text ) he wished he left the damned thing on silent.

For a few minutes all he could do was stare and fathom if the younger were insightful or just plain bored. Why the hell was he up at this hour anyway ? He didn’t have the energy to call the younger and chew him out as his impulses would usually steer him. But the next morning he was going to advise the younger keep away from the hairspray. 

hyuuga: it's an...... interesting color alright :)