#daiya fanart

[ksketch731]

Miyuki Kazuya is such a shoujo manga male lead🥺🫶

Snark and all🤭

[skelewins]

[wessie-in-pjs]

hello furuharusawa nation

[tg01527]

💛💗💙- TG0310

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[fzjp]

I don't know why Isagi's mad, Rin's not wrong...

Rin is such a little shit and I love him so much

[featble]

winter date 💖❄️

[shiny-swablu-love]

[celandinee]

. °0 . Mr. Big League!

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ revisiting your old high school means running into the boy who made it to the big leagues, the boy who had totally captured your heart.

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word count - 1.2 k

warnings - swearing

notes - i’m so delirious and tired. pls don’t mind any mistakes 🥹 also i ❤️ mei with my whole heart

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It had been 4 years since you graduated from Inashiro Industrial, 4 years since you left West Tokyo to further whatever dream you had when you were a third-year. Now here you were, stepping back into your old high school after all of this time. Revisiting all of your old memories.

After visiting the teachers you missed and wandering the winding hallways, your heavy eyes and constant yawning urged you to grab some coffee. Thus, you found yourself at the steps of a cute cafe.

The bell hanging on the door chimed as you entered and the smell of coffee and baked goods hit you all at once. You glanced around the quaint cafe. There weren’t many people, save for one or two seated by the window overlooking the street outside, or the person reading a book by the fireplace. Plants hung from the ceiling, the brick walls littered with framed paintings— it was charming.

“Hey there, what can I get you?” a kind voice pulled you out of your thoughts; the owner of this voice being the worker behind the counter. She had an easy-going smile on her face as she waited for your order.

You realized you hadn’t even thought of your order prior to walking in. So, quickly scanning the menu on the wall, you gave the worker your order.

She tapped the screen in front of her before giving you the total and asking for a name, to which you handed your credit card over and answered.

“That will be right out,” she handed it back with a big smile.

Strolling over to the tables, you sat yourself down and tried to distract yourself with anything in view. Your gaze drifted from the elaborate drawings on the wall, which ranged from abstract to contemporary, all different yet captivating in their own way.

Being back in the city made you realize just how much time had passed since high school. Your time with the Inashiro baseball team as their manager was one that you cherished, and missed quite a lot. Spending your days out on the grounds, picking up loose baseballs and organizing scoresheets, your schedule was constantly busy. You missed the craziness of rounding up the boys and making sure they ate the snacks you and the girls prepared.

College life had hit you hard, the change of pace totally taking you by surprise. Yes, babysitting a team of high school baseball players was a grueling, time-consuming job— but college was an entirely different story. The load of work was laughable, and the deadlines were unbelievable. You could barely find the time to go out to parties, or any type of social event, with the amount of studying you had.

“Fancy seeing you here, manager.”

That voice was far too familiar. Whipping your head around and glaring up, you found yourself face to face with Narumiya Mei. The ace of Inashiro’s baseball team when you were a manager. The kid who was 99% of the time the cause of your problems in high school.

“If it isn’t Mr. Big League,” you hummed.

After graduation, Narumiya had landed a spot with the Yomiuri Giants as a pitcher in the professional league. Narumiya’s dream came true, and the team couldn’t have been happier. You think back on when you had first found out.

He had announced the news to the whole team during dinner with his mouth stuffed with rice you had nearly force fed him. The pause after he spoke was deafening, until everyone rose with shouts and cheers.

“No way Narumiya-san!”

“Can you get us free tickets to the games?”

“Great, now his ego will be to the moon.”

Of course, you were happy for him. Ecstatic even, but it made you realize that your futures would be so different after graduation.

After finishing up dinner, you ended up having Narumiya walk you to your dorm, not wanting to walk alone this late at night. Shoulder to shoulder, the two of you walked in silence down the pathway with the night breeze carrying you along.

Your relationship with the pitcher was difficult to put into words. He pissed you off significantly with his constant chirping and egotistical personality. Yet, his presence calmed you in moments like this when it felt like the star-speckled sky watched over the two of you, the moon lighting your path and the gentle brushing of your shoulders keeping you awake.

The both of you were able to forget that the pros waited for Narumiya, and college waited for you. Your lives would soon branch off from Inashiro and you would be on your separate ways.

But right now, it was only you two and the gravel pathway that crunched beneath your feet. It was the moon that had watched this scene play out many times— You and Narumiya sharing fond glances as he returned you back to your doorstep, hesitance in the air when you would turn away to open your door. The urge to speak what should not be spoken, to break whatever trance the two of you fell under every time you were in each other’s company.

“Congratulations, Narumiya-san.”

The screeching of a chair being pulled out pushed away the memory. Narumiya sat across from you at the table, blue eyes bright and cheeks rosy. He looked the same, though his hair looked more untamed and grown out, his blond locks brushing further down his nape and covering his forehead. Mei’s air held the same boyish-charm that had first pulled you in all those years ago.

“I didn’t know you were visiting,” he rested his cheek against his palm, staring at you shamelessly. “You should’ve texted me.”

The pout on his lips made you snort and lean in a hair closer to him.

“Sorry, I thought my message might get lost with all of your fan’s,” the corners of your mouth tugged into a smile. You missed teasing him like this.

You had considered texting him and the others from Inashiro, but you decided against it for whatever reason. Maybe you were nervous Narumiya would mistake your message for some fangirl’s, that he would skim over it with no care.

“Oh please, you’re acting like I forgot who you were. As if I could ever forget your scoldings during dinner,” he lifted his head from his hand and leaned in as well, a toothy grin making its way onto his mouth. He wasn’t wrong— you would smack his head during dinner when he wouldn’t finish his bowls of rice, accompanied with some harsh words.

“Besides, becoming a pro-athlete really hasn’t changed me. I’m as humble as ever!”

A laugh escaped your lips and your cheeks began to ache from smiling. Your face felt warm as you stared back at him, this feeling had long been dormant since you had last been around him. The way your heart beat against your chest made you want to cry. All of your feelings from high school came reeling back as the two of you sat inches apart across the table.

Narumiya held your half-lidded gaze, his head tilted downwards slightly and eyes peering through blond lashes. He was still able to captivate you with ease, much to your distaste. You opened your mouth to utter a word of retaliation when your name was suddenly called.

It was your order.

Standing up and breaking eye contact, you turned away from the seated Mei, ready to grab your order. That was, until a hand grabbed your wrist gently.

“Let’s keep talking,” Narumiya had rose and stared at you with round, puppy-dog eyes, “it’s been awhile.”

How could you reject his plea. No matter how hard you tried to resist, your heart would give in every single time to Narumiya.

[kurr-dappya]

CHEEEKSSS SQUISHY

[irieora]

for @daiyafairytales

a marine biologist grad student meets the most amazing specimen and finds love 💙

[chiakit-art]

💙1️⃣⚾¡Feliz cumpleaños, Sawamura!⚾1️⃣💙

[ksketch731]

Happiest Birthday to my baby Sunshine☀️

[kwillustration]

Some Miyumei from an Au I’ll probably never finish

[lilkikayart]

Happy Valentine's day! Have some chibi chrisawa firefighters I drew yesterday I have  @/someonethesea on twitter to thank for reminding me of this cute au.

The picture on the right was done during Chrisawa week 2023. The original post is somewhere on here lol 

[tg01527]

[🎂Happy Birthday Sawamura Eijun 05.15🎉]

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[jollyrolls]

I tried to make a portrait of our coach Kataoka Tesshin - the best coach ever!!