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Fukatsu is the kind of guy who you think isn't listening but he remembers everything you said in detail

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You argue with Sawakita and he's crying in his room with the lights off

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I wanna do nsfw hcs but I'm too much of a pussy scaredy cat

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Should I mayhaps do some Sannoh hcs?

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I love that Miyuki wears glasses

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Can I do nsfw here

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Someone should draw Miyuki's mom

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True pain is when you've been working on something and it gets deleted 🥲

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Miyuki wears calvin Klein briefs

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Also like I don't think Miyuki really watches that much TV unless it's baseball lol so most of the stuff he watches is with you

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You take Miyuki to go see Wicked and he swears he isn't going to like it and one week later he's singing Defying Gravity at practice

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Are your requests open? I'm dying to read some daiya fics

They are! Just finished up the semester so I can finally start working on requests!

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Drum roll pleaseeee... For the second year in a row

yeah spotify wrapped is cool but rb this and tell me ur blorbo wrapped. whos the character(s) you spent the most time thinking about. for me its the angel from oumen mokushiroku and mafuyu asahina

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Name change

@drakendragun - > kazuyakun

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Should I change my pfp to Miyuki

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My favorite thing about Miyuki is that he's weird

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One Time for the Birthday Boy | Miyuki Kazuya

A.n: I'm a little rusty. I haven't written x reader Fandom fics in so long. It's kinda bad and short but I had to write something for my love

Pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Reader

Word Count: 854

"So, no cake, right?" Miyuki asks.

He's sitting next to you in the passenger seat with the sun visor pulled down to cover his eyes from the sun.

"Right," you agree.

"And no party? Right?" He asks once more.

You turn to look at him, eyes narrowed and then turn them back to the road. A soft sigh escapes you.

"Right."

"Oh good," He sighs.

He's so completely dramatic. However, it's something you've always felt was endearing. After all, it was one of the things that made you fall for him in the first place. 

He's been adamant that he doesn't like to celebrate his birthday or really any other thing that regards celebrating him and his achievements. Why? You weren't completely sure. He just always said he didn't need to do anything. 

"But, I really don't think it's fair that I can't celebrate you when you always do something nice for me."

"That's different."

"How?" You chuckle.

He sighs and leans his head against the headrest. He's restless from a five minute car ride. You insisted on driving him back from practice. He wasn't too happy about the special birthday treatment but he agreed.

"Because." He answers.

You look over at him waiting for more but he doesn't say anything, he only smirks at you in response.

"Alright. Anything for the birthday boy."

"Ew, gross. Don't say that." He says. "Honestly, I'm good with being here right now. I already have everything I need or want."

"Are you rubbing your professional baseball salary in my face?"

"A little," He teases. "Technically it's our salary though. Y'know, since what's mine is yours."

"Ah, what's yours is mine except for your baseball equipment."

He looks at you blankly and a deafening silence fills the car. You glance over at him with narrowed eyes.

"You know what you did." He eventually mutters under his breath.

"I told you that I did not lose your baseball. You obviously misplaced it."

"Sure, sure. We'll go with that."

"You're such an ass." You laugh.

"Really? Insulting me on my birthday? That's so harsh." He feigns hurt with a hand pressed to his chest. 

"Make up your mind, loser. Do you want special treatment today or not?"

"Yesn't."

You turn into the shared driveway and shut the car off. Miyuki places a hand on your thigh before you get the chance to open the car door.

"Seriously, though. Thanks for giving me a good day for my birthday. I appreciate it."

You smile at that and squeeze his hand.

"Happy birthday, babe." You say to him. "Ready to go in? I have something that's not cake."

"Promise?"

"Promise." You laugh softly.

The two of you get out of the car and walk up towards the house. Miyuki grabs the keys from your hand and slots the key in the lock.

It's quiet once he pushes the door open and the house is dark for the tiniest second. After a moment, the lights flicker on.

"Surprise!"

Miyuki's face twists in a combination of surprise and shock, then he relaxes. He still hasn't stepped inside yet and you're still behind him in the doorway.

You sigh as you look over his shoulder.

"Guys," you say to his high school friends. "We agreed on no surprises."

Sawamura's grin doesn't falter and Kuramochi cackles as he walks up to Miyuki with a birthday hat in tow.

"We know, but the idiot got bored and wanted to hide." Kuramochi says. 

He places the hat on top of Miyuki's head with a grin. 

"We gave in." Tetsu-San explains.

"Well, as promised, it's not a party." You say to your husband. "I did manage to get everyone here for your birthday, though. Which wasn't an easy task considering everyone's schedule."

"Professional pitching schedule." Sawamura points out with pride.

"Shut up, idiot. We all know, we were there when you got drafted."

Miyuki laughs and steps inside. "Where's Jun-San and Furuya?"

"They went to the store to get some drinks."

"You guys didn't bring any cake, though, right?" you ask them.

"We followed your instructions and brought ourselves." Sawamura cheeses. He turns to Miyuki. "We wanted more people, but your wife said no to the party we were planning."

"Oh?" He questions and glances at you.

"Yeah, we were gonna invite all the guys from Seidou. She talked us down though." Kuramochi says.

“Would've been more fun that way. It would've been even better if we had a cake.”

“It's a good thing it's my birthday, then.” Miyuki grins. 

Sawamura rolls his eyes and nudges Kuramochi. 

"Let's check on the bananas.”

The two of them head off towards the kitchen leaving you and Miyuki alone. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“So?”

“Bananas?” He questions. 

“A substitute. Peanut butter and bananas. There's chocolate drizzle for everyone else though.”

“Hmm. Smart.” he nods at you. 

"Is this good for no party and no cake?"

"10 points." He answers.

"10? 10 out of...?"

"10/10, babe." He chuckles. He slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his chest, pressing a swift kiss to your forehead. "It's perfect."