#daiya no ace carlos fanfic

[4kominato]

A/N: Hiiii sorry it's lateee (as usual). I finally got a chance to breathe bc its spring break rn... but also this is my last academic semester!! after finals this May its only rotations til graduation!! thank god... so i should have more free time after May! ~kuri

@ssnyda Request: I would like to request a scenario where there's some tension between Carlos and reader before smut ensues? Like in the locker rooms or something.. Since Carlos seems like a pretty nice guy all in all, I'd prefer if it also ends on a sweet note as well, thanks!

Pairing: Kamiya Carlos Toshiki x F!Reader

Genre: Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 3.4K

Finally, you thought to yourself as the cram school bell rang. You’d promised your boyfriend, Carlos, that you’d watch his pre-season scrimmage against Seido this evening before going out to dinner together, but your dumbass managed to forget that you had cram school at the same time, even though you’ve had the same cram school schedule for the past two years. Instead of telling him you couldn’t make it though, you decided it’d be a good idea to sprint back to the school as soon as your class ended and make it just in time to catch the last few innings. But no, of course it wouldn’t work out that perfectly. By the time you get back to school the whole field and the stands are completely deserted with absolutely no players or spectators in sight.

“Dammit!” you cursed to yourself, face palming at your own pride and stupidity. You should’ve just been honest with him and told him you would only be able to make it to dinner.

“Looking for Carlos?” a familiar, monotonous voice spoke up, snapping you out of it.

“Oh, Shirakawa-kun, hi,” you chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I’m looking for Carlos. Sorry I missed the scrimmage…”

“It’s fine, you didn’t miss much. Seido’s batting line-up is pretty shit right now. We won without even trying.”

“Ouch… Well, hopefully they get it together before the season starts, but still congrats on the win. Anyways, so where’s Carlos?”

“The last I saw him he was still in the locker room. I think he should be almost done by now.”

“Cool. Thanks Shirakawa-kun! Nice talking to you!” You quickly excused yourself with a bow, to which Shirakawa returned a brief wave before the two of you parted ways.

When you arrived at the men’s locker room, the door was propped open so you called first without entering, “Carlos? Are you in there?”

“Yeah,” he answered back almost immediately, “You can come in. No one else is in here.”

You were reluctant to enter, considering it was the men’s locker room, so you popped your head in first, then entered once you confirmed it really was only Carlos in there. When you spotted him, he was standing in front of one of the lockers, without a shirt on, seemingly doing nothing… though you didn’t miss the opportunity to check out his beautifully sculpted back and arm muscles since they were out on display.

“U-uh, Carlos…?” you spoke up once you collected yourself after the initial shock of seeing him shirtless.

“Hm?” he responded, turning towards you to reveal his chiseled front side making you almost choke on air. Darting your eyes away, you gulped hard before responding.

“W-why… are you just standing there? Without a shirt on?” you murmured, eyes glued to the floor. There was definitely mutual knowledge that this was the first time you’d seen him half naked, but while you were flustered by the situation, Carlos appeared unphased; or maybe he was actually enjoying your reaction.

“Why aren’t you looking at me when you’re talking to me, hm?” he answered back with a smirk that you barely managed to make out through your peripherals as he slowly approached you. “You’re not embarrassed to see your own boyfriend without a shirt on, are you?”

In the blink of an eye he was standing right in front of you, hands creeping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him and despite your previous inability to look at him directly, the close proximity made staring at his beautiful face and upper body irresistible. You were so dazed that it didn't even occur to you that you were just standing limply in his hold until he commented, “You can touch me too y’know,” with a chuckle.

You could feel your face heating up and your heart beating faster thinking about where this could lead. You’d be lying to say you hadn’t fantasized about it before… many times before… but leaving cram school today, you didn’t expect in the slightest that tonight would be the night that you reached home base, and you definitely didn’t think it’d be in the locker room.

Just as you lifted your hands and placed them onto his firm chest, an obnoxious but familiar voice startled you, making you impulsively jolt away and break out of your still calm boyfriend’s grasp.

“Carlos?! Carlos! Are you still in there?” The voice grew louder until a shorter boy with blonde hair emerged from the doorway, his face lighting up upon seeing the one whom he was searching for standing before him, “Thank god you’re here, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What’s taking you so long? You’ve been in here since the end of the scrimmage!”

“I was debating if I should put my shirt on or not,” he replied dryly, not bothered at all by Mei’s judgment.

“What? Why? You never wear a shirt anyways,” Mei remarked, puzzled over Carlos’s unusual predicament.

“We’re going out to dinner,” he answered, gesturing his head towards you as he spoke, to which the blonde refocused his attention in your direction.

“Oh, hi! You were so quiet I didn’t even notice you there!” Mei chuckled and slung an arm around you.

“Or maybe you’re just too loud and oblivious,” you responded sheepishly whilst you still attempted to collect yourself after the heated moment you were having with your boyfriend just moments before.

“Hey, that’s not nice,” Mei whined with a pout, “But really, you seem a little, hm… flustered. What’s wrong?”

“This is the first time I’ve been shirtless in front of her. Let her breathe, man.” Carlos shook his head with an exasperated sigh at his routinely obnoxious teammate.

“What?! Are you serious?!” Mei laughed out-loud in disbelief before turning to you, “I would’ve thought you’d seen this guy naked already because he literally never wears clothes around here, especially in the dorms.”

“W-what?” You sputtered, not knowing how to respond. This was news to you, but even the sheer thought of Carlos naked had you biting your lip and clenching your thighs together; maybe you even felt a bit jealous that the baseball team got the chance to see your boyfriend nude on numerous occasions while you’d yet to see it for yourself.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Carlos finally stepped in, flicking Mei in the forehead before pulling you out of his grasp.

“Ow! Rude!” he whined, rubbing his forehead to ease the pain. “Well anyways, I came to ask if you wanted to come to yakiniku with us. I’m going with Masa-san, Shirakawa, and Itsuki, but I guess you already have dinner plans so nevermind. Later!” Throwing up a wave, Mei finally made his way out of the locker room without another word. Thank god; you thought he was never gonna leave…

Upon Mei’s exit, Carlos followed close behind to close and lock the door, preventing the possibility of any further interruptions. “Now, where were we?” Carlos asked rhetorically as he re-approached you, cupping your face in his hands.

“I was admiring your body,” you admitted without shame, desperate to pick up where the two of you left off.

“Right, right… and I was saying you don’t have to be shy to touch me.” Leaning in to connect your lips, his hands, soon after, slid from your cheeks and slowly down your neck, creeping to your shoulders and then down the length of your arms until they reached your wrists. Eagerly, but gently he guided your hands up to his toned abdomen, encouraging you to caress him to your heart’s content. Entranced by the passion in his kiss, you were unable to resist the invitation to feel him up so you did; delicately you traced every crevice with your fingertips and explored every inch of his exposed torso, working your way up from his v-cut to his pecks.

Your breath hitched in your throat and heat rushed between your legs at the feeling of Carlos thrusting his hips flush against you, revealing to you how hard he’d gotten. Knowing now that he wanted you made your desire for him amplify more than you even thought possible; while still eagerly savoring the taste of his lips and tongue you pulled your uniform tie loose and aggressively began unbuttoning your dress shirt.

“Hasty, aren’t you?” Carlos pulled away with a smirk spread across his glistening lips.

“I want you,” you admitted without hesitation, peeling your top from your shoulders and letting the garment fall to the floor. “I’ve been wanting to for a while now, but our schedules just haven’t been able to line up…”

“Aw, baby,” Carlos cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso to unhook your bra, “You should have told me. I could have snuck you into my dorm any time… and bought some condoms ahead of time.” Pinning you against the closed lockers, he peppered kisses along your neck whilst he tenderly cupped one of your breasts in his palm. As his plump lips worked their way further down your collarbone and chest, it wasn’t long before they encompassed your free nipple, sucking and nipping at it without neglecting your other breast, continuing his fondling with gentle, circular motions.

“It’s ah-alright…” you struggled to speak amongst Carlos’s amazing service, “I s-started birth control a-as soon as we started da-ating…”

“Hm, wow. What a good girl,” he hummed in delight as he slid even further down your body, his hands grazing your hips before smoothly slipping them under your uniform skirt to hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties. “You’ve been preparing for this all along, huh?”

“Yes,” you gulped in anticipation, and before you could say anything more, he had your panties pooled at your ankles and you could feel your own wetness trickling down your inner thighs.

“Yeah, I see that.” He observed with a deep chuckle, brows raised in amusement as he swatched a sample of the copious arousal seeping through your lower lips. Chills ran down your spine as you watched him take your essence into his mouth and lick his fingers clean with a satisfied expression on his face. “You taste delicious,” he praised as he guided you to sit on one of the benches and pushed your skirt up enough for him to see you in all your glory.

Hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue wasted no time delving into the depths of your slick folds, briefly teasing your entrance before slowly dragging his wet muscle up to your clit. After circling and flicking it a few times bare, his lips joined in on the fun, enveloping the sensitive bulb as his tongue continued with its skillful stimulation.

“Mm-ngh… Carlos…” you whimpered in a failed attempt to stifle your moan out of fear that a random passerby outside would hear what was going on; but whatever magic your boyfriend was working down there felt so damn amazing that he managed to break you just a little bit. You didn’t think your stamina was all that bad, but now he definitely had you second guessing.

“C-Carlo-os I-I’m—“

“Close? I know,” he interrupted smuggly, pulling away only momentarily to speak before he resumed God’s work, but with a kick this time. To your surprise, he slipped two of his slender digits into your core, adding stimulation from the inside whilst his mouth continued its assault from the outside.

“C-Carlos—!?” you squealed, face scrunched and toes curled as he effortlessly pushed you over the edge. Though it wasn’t much to work with, you gripped the back edge of the narrow locker room bench from behind for dear life as the bliss exploding from between your legs surged through the rest of your trembling body. The orgasm he induced had you feeling so weak that it felt like your arms could give out on you any second, but you did everything in your ability to hold yourself up because more than anything, you didn’t want the euphoria to end.

You didn’t do it consciously, but you must’ve made a disappointed sound or expression as the warmth of his mouth and fingers receded, but with his clean hand, Carlos tilted your chin up to place the most chaste kiss to your lips. “Don’t look so sad. Y’know I’m not done yet, right?”

Swinging a leg over the bench, he straddled it facing you as his hands went straight to his belt, then pants, hastily undoing both of them enough to access the waistband of his briefs. “Babe, c’mere,” he called in a deep, sultry tone that immediately perked you up, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You watched like a hawk as his hooked thumb pulled the spandex material over the prominent bulge hidden beneath, the suspense of the reveal making you utterly restless in your seat. When his firm manhood finally sprang from the confines, you felt like you could come again in that instant just from looking at it; it was even sexier than you could’ve ever imagined.

“Well, don’t just stare,” he chuckled, obviously flattered by your reaction, “Come here and give me a nice fastball right down the middle so I can hit a homerun, hm? Or maybe a few if you can go for that long.”

That was all you needed to hear to completely drop your self-restraints and pounce him like a bitch in heat. It took you about point five seconds to position yourself on top of him while he gently guided your hips down to align his tip perfectly with your entrance. Having absolutely zero patience, you lowered yourself onto him, letting his girth stretch your cavernous flesh as his length inched its way up to kiss your womb. 

“Damn, baby. Does it feel okay?” he half asked, half groaned, to which you nodded aggressively because you were actually far beyond okay… you were more like in heaven or something to that caliber. “Tell me if something hurts or doesn’t feel good,” he assured as he steadily thrusted his hips upward, then retracted just as slowly to gauge your response to his movement before picking up the pace.

“It’s good, but…” you mumbled breathily as you wrapped your arms and legs around his torso, face nuzzling into his neck, “Please go faster…”

“Faster?” he questioned with a chuckle, “I can’t deny a request like that, but still make sure to tell me if it hurts.”

Not even a moment after you gave him an affirmative nod, his hands were on your ass, stabilizing you while he bucked his hips up into you like a wild animal, making you bounce erratically on top of him.

“A-ah… Ca-arlo-os…!” you cried out choppily, the feeling of his cock pulverizing your insides making your whole mind go blank; the only thing you could process was how good he was making you feel and how close you were to coming again.

“You okay?” Carlos asked breathily without slowing his pace at all, “Too fast?”

“I-I’m s-so c-clo-ose…” you moaned barely coherently, given how winded the bouncing was making you.

“Then come. Don’t be shy,” he growled, his throaty groans making your insides churn, the end drawing even nearer in only a matter of seconds. It only took a few more strokes before your toes were curling, nails digging into his muscular back as the tension in your core rapidly unraveled until the tingling feeling of euphoria burst inside of you, making you cry out into his neck while your tender walls pulsated around his angry cock. His thrusting slowed, but not to a complete stop as you came down from that hell of a high.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” he groaned with his brows knit together and head rolled back, “Think you can go one more time?”

“W-wha–? Ah–!” Before you could even really answer he was back to relentlessly bucking his hips up into you and bouncing you like a freakin’ basketball. You didn’t actually think you could come again, but after another ten seconds or so of him hitting that glorious spot within, you could feel a third climax creeping up on you, threatening to strike at any given moment. To your surprise, a deep grunt resonated from Carlos’s broad chest, making you gasp and the feeling of warmth filling your insides followed soon after. The sheer thought of the situation was enough to give you that final push over the edge, making you squeal from both pleasure and a hint of overstimulation; you could barely even breathe by the time Carlos’s movements came to a stop.

“I must say…” he started with a breathy chuckle, still obviously catching his breath, “I didn’t think you’d actually come three times. I’m impressed.”

“I didn’t think so either…” you replied just as breathlessly, “You were just… so good…”

“I’m not the lead-off man for nothing. As long as I hit, I can get on base.”

“Can you stop with the stupid baseball puns?” you giggled and whacked him lightly on the chest.

“Why? You think they’re funny don’t you?” he laughed with you.

“No, they’re stupid…” But despite your answer, you were still loopy and laughing as you spoke. Cupping his face in your hands, you pulled him into a loving kiss, tongues dancing between your lips. The moment was soon ruined, however, by the sound of pounding on the door and a voice that both of you were hoping not to hear again for the rest of the evening.

“Are you guys done in there yet?” Mei yelled without even the slightest hint of remorse.

“No, why?” Carlos snapped back.

“I left my phone in there! We didn’t even go to yakiniku yet!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“Ugh, can you just hurry up?! Make up for what all of us had to hear out here!”

“No one said you had to listen.”

“It was hard not to with how loud you guys were!”

Shaking his head, Carlos gave up arguing with his snarky teammate, knowing that if he wanted to, they could go on forever. “Hold still, alright? I’m gonna get you cleaned up,” he announced to you as he stood up from the bench and walked into the bathroom to grab some toilet paper to wipe the remnants from both you and the bench. He helped you gather your clothes and redress before redressing himself, and thankfully he put a shirt on too. Once the two of you helped each other to look presentable enough to go out to dinner, you nervously followed behind Carlos as he unlocked and opened the locker room door.

“Finally!” the blonde nearly yelled, pushing through the door into the locker room. “Jesus, it’s so stuffy in here!”

“It’ll air out in a few minutes,” Carlos answered back as he grabbed your hand and led you out. “We’re going to dinner now. Bye,” he added as he quickly rushed out before Mei could catch up. He knew he’d hear all about it from the team later tonight because there’s no doubt that Mei told everyone, but that was a problem he’d deal with after you guys enjoyed your romantic dinner. Afterall, it’s not every day the two of you get to spend quality time together like this.

“Oh and by the way…” you spoke up as the two of you walked hand in hand towards the school exit, “Sorry I missed the scrimmage… I forgot I had cram school and couldn’t make it back in time.”

“I know,” he replied, unphased, “I realized after I asked you that our scrimmage was during your cram school time. I thought maybe you said yes because it got canceled this week or something like that, but as soon as I saw you didn’t come I knew you just forgot about it.”

“Oh…” you chuckled sheepishly, embarrassed but relieved that he apparently had it all figured out already. “So… this means you’re not upset with me right?”

“No? Of course not. Dinner is the important part; that’s our date. I only invited you to the game because you said you like to watch me play. There will be plenty of other ones for you to watch though so don’t even worry about it.”

You could feel a grin tugging at your lips at the sound of his reassuring words as you wondered how you were so lucky to have found such a laid-back and understanding boyfriend. Even as a busy, first string baseball player at a prestigious school, he never failed to set aside adequate time to spend with you. It’s his effort and consideration that makes your moments together so much more special and always worth the wait.

[hiraethstill]

title: distance socializing (and maybe dating)

rating: general audiences

warnings: none

pairing: kamiya carlos toshiki / kuramochi youichi

summary: When Kuramochi sees the cute guy dancing on the rooftop across the street, he can't let him go without getting his number. But how's a guy in quarantine to do that?

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23889511 

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For Daiya Rarepair Week 2020, Day Five (AU)!

[queenofmoons67]

we built a dynasty, chapter one: (where has it gone)

Fandom: Daiya no Ace

Summary: In which Narumiya Mei is Narumiya Mei, and that makes all the difference when he ends up stuck back in his first year body.

Word Count: 1158

WARNINGS for a panic attack, and also all the cursing because it’s Mei (and occasionally Carlos).

The first two parts are serious angst, but the rest somehow devolved into crack fic. I sincerely apologize.

This chapter, chapter two / 2

Title thanks to MIIA’s “Dynasty” and my beta Bookdancer!

I do not own Daiya no Ace.

It’s Mei’s first year again. Or rather, it had been the end of Mei’s third year, but now he’s staring at his phone and the stupid, stupid digitized date that insists he’s suddenly fifteen again.

How short he suddenly is is pretty convincing, too. But that’s not the point.

The point is that Mei has fucked up even worse than he did the fall of his second year and erased a solid two and a half years of his life, and that’s enough time that the rest of the Inashiro gang will know what to expect from him, and also care about him—but only a little. They’re not family yet.

And fuck, but that realization tears Mei’s heart out and he spends an hour in the bathroom alternating between sobbing into a toilet and throwing up in it, because he’s been calling them family in his head for months now but he never said it out loud and now he’ll never have the chance—and if he does, it will be months and months from now. He can’t wait that long.

He’s Narumiya Mei, and he wants Shirakawa to give him death stares while he mothers him, and for Carlos to cuddle him pretending he’s only in it for the blankets and not the body heat, and Yamaoka to sit quiet but steadfast in the corner.

And—fuck—he wants Itsuki. He wants his catcher back. He’s Narumiya Mei, and he wants his silly, clumsy, physically can’t do anything but the right thing catcher back. And—

Mei opens the bathroom stall and runs right into a tall, strong chest. His eyes widen as they travel up slowly, and by the time they land on Masa-san’s face, they’re already filled with tears. Because at least he has one catcher back, but at the same time, he might as well not. He’s just an itty bitty first year, a pitcher-sized nuisance. Mei runs.

Katsuyuki isn’t sure what’s wrong with Narumiya. One day, the pitcher was his normal arrogant self. The next, he turned into a ball of anxiety. He leaned into Katsuyuki and the other first years, brushing shoulders and generally getting comfy in their personal space, only to startle, leap ten feet away, and act like they didn’t exist. Over the next hour, he would slowly drift back, and the entire process would happen again—when the incidents weren’t interrupted with periods of Narumiya sitting in the bullpen, arms crossed and pouting.

After one incident where Narumiya had slowly but surely worked his way under Carlos’s arm, only to jolt out again and run away to sulk, Carlos finally throws his hands up.

“I give,” he groans. “Does anyone have an idea what’s going on? And what are we supposed to do about it? Are we supposed to do anything?”

Yamaoka sighs and shrugs.

Katsuyuki rolls his eyes. “Well obviously something happened. The question is what, and…” He pauses to study Narumiya across the field. “What will happen when Narumiya hits his breaking point.”

“His breaking point?” Carlos repeats.

Katsuyuki nods. “Yes. Right now he’s working himself up to something—obviously he wants to be by us, or at least have human contact, but he’s denying himself of it for some reason. Eventually that want and denial will collide, and maybe even combust.”

Yamaoka’s eyes widen.

“So we need to stop that combustion, especially because it could result in us losing him as a pitcher.”

“Whoa, whoa!” Carlos objects. “I get the whole combustion thing, I guess—it’s kind of extreme, but, it is Narumiya—but at the same time, this is Narumiya. Pitching is his life. He’s not just going to abandon it!”

Katsuyuki cocks an eyebrow and nods to the bullpen, where Narumiya has been sitting for the last thirty minutes doing nothing but watching another pitcher throw to Harada. “Won’t he?”

For a moment, all of them just look at their pitcher. He had called them to Inashiro, and they had followed. They had named him their ace back in junior high, and now…

Carlos sighs and throws his hands up. “So we wait, right? We’re not going to just abandon him.”

“Right,” Katsuyuki says. “But… if you see an opportunity to figure out what’s going on with him…”

The other two nod, and they all part ways.

“Investigate quietly” didn’t need to be said.

Masatoshi closes his dorm room door behind him and allows himself a moment to just stand there, leaning his head back against it to stare at the ceiling. The first years have finally done it. They have pushed him to the point where he would gladly pay them money if they would just tell him what was going on.

Narumiya used to stick to him like the stitching on his glove, but ever since he ran into him throwing up in the bathroom, the pitcher all but sprints away from him. Just that morning, Masatoshi had to hand Narumiya’s practice schedule off to the second string’s catcher for the countless time that week. It isn’t even a problem with Narumiya’s pitching; if anything, the pitcher pays greater attention to each pitch than before, his changeup is evolving at an alarming rate, and his practice time and effort—as long as it didn’t involve Masatoshi himself—has gone up.

The sad thing is, Masatoshi reflects, tracing an old water damage stain along the ceiling, is that it isn’t just Narumiya. He can deal with a single temperamental pitcher; that isn’t out of the norm. But four first years?

Kamiya, in a weird twist from Narumiya, is fine being near him—but the moment Masatoshi opens his mouth, he runs the other way. So far it’s resulted in a few awkward moments on the field, Kamiya running into other people at least a half dozen times, and in one very embarrassing moment, Masatoshi colliding with the team captain.

Meanwhile, Yamaoka combines Narumiya and Kamiya’s new habits to edge away slowly. For a boy already as big as Masatoshi himself, he’s surprisingly quiet and stealthy about it.

And whenever he tries asking Shirakawa if he knows what’s wrong, he only receives a blank stare in return, before the shortstop walks away and turns a corner. When Masatoshi reaches the corner himself, Shirakawa has always disappeared—as if he broke into a dead run the instant he was out of Masatoshi’s sight.

The first years besides Narumiya, Masatoshi thinks, had been fine up until a few days before. That had been when… the catcher groans and drops his head to stare at the floor, hands coming up to cradle his forehead. That had been when he noticed them having a mini-conference during a water break and—like an idiot, apparently—tried to talk to them about it after practice. He distinctly remembers a question about Narumiya sneaking out as well. So they were… what? Trying to protect each other? Or just… or just Narumiya?

I hope you all enjoyed, and please let me know what you think! Chapter two should be out within a few days.

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[queenofmoons67]

we built a dynasty, chapter two: (newly found)

Fandom: Daiya no Ace

Summary: In which Narumiya Mei is Narumiya Mei, and that makes all the difference when he ends up stuck back in his first year body.

Word Count: 887

WARNINGS for all the cursing because it’s Mei (and occasionally Carlos).

... Here’s the crack.

chapter one, this chapter / 2

Title thanks to MIIA’s “Dynasty” and my beta @bookdancerfics!

I do not own Daiya no Ace.

It takes Mei two weeks to sit up in bed one morning, the sun only just peeking through the blinds, and decide that he has had enough. What was he thinking before? He’s Narumiya Mei, so what if more than two years of his life have been erased? If he can get through losing Koshien, he can get through this! His family members better watch out—he’s winning them back!

Katsuyuki squints at the field, not sure if he’s actually seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. Carlos just shrugs back the best he can, one shoulder weighed down by the head of a sleeping Narumiya.

“I don’t know!” Carlos hisses. “Really! I came out for a morning jog to find him finishing one, and he was exhausted but really fucking chatty for once—like more than usual, not just for the past few weeks—so I sat down next to him and then next thing I know—!” Carlos gestures with his free hand towards his taken shoulder.

Katsuyuki just nods slowly and walks away. This one is up to Carlos; Katsuyuki may be willing to do a lot of things for his ace, but giving him a shoulder to sleep on is not one of them.

Katsuyuki should have known he’d regret his thoughts, because apparently, when Narumiya Mei wants a shoulder to sleep on, he gets a shoulder to sleep on. Even when said shoulder has a very angry face attached.

“Walk away,” he says, staring straight ahead with his eyes burning into Carlos’s soul. “Don’t say a word, you’ll wake him.”

At the very least, he’s thankful Carlos waited until he was around the corner and just barely still within hearing range to burst into laughter—and to Yamaoka for appearing out of nowhere to drag Carlos away.

Apparently, Katsuyuki thinks, Narumiya’s two weeks of sulking means he needs a lot of shoulders to sleep on. Though, granted, this time it seems to be a dual-opportunity thing; Narumiya’s head rests on Yamaoka’s shoulder, but Yamaoka’s head has also slipped down to rest on top of Narumiya’s.

Out of thanks for the rescue from Carlos the other day, Katsuyuki resists taking a picture.

He owes no such debt when it’s Harada who has fallen asleep on the bullpen’s bench, head tilted back and snoring with Narumiya full-on curled into his side.

Masatoshi thought he was baffled back when the first years were acting strangely. He thought he was baffled—albeit happy—back when Narumiya overcame… whatever it was, and decided that Masatoshi and the other first years were his newfound best friends and portable pillows. But this—this definitely takes the crown.

“You’re… from the future,” he says.

“Yes,” Narumiya says, with a toss of his head. “Keep up, will you?”

Kamiya slides down the bullpen wall to crouch on the floor. Yamaoka looks like he would like to join him. Shirakawa settles for crossing his arms and standing very, very still.

But all Masatoshi can say is “how?”

Of all things, though, this is the one to throw Narumiya off as well. “How what?”

“How” —Masatoshi gestures at the world around them— “how any of this? How are you here? Why do you look the same? How should we believe you? Why are you telling us now?”

“Hang on, you can’t just slip a why in there,” Narumiya protests, pouting.

“You slipped a whole time travel thing in here,” Kamiya snaps. “Let us slip a why in!”

Narumiya pouts more, but allows it and begins counting answers off on his fingers. “I don’t know, I don’t know, it was just my mind for some inane reason, I have blackmail on all of you, and I can feel something pulling me back to the future.”

… Masatoshi takes it back. Those don’t qualify as answers.

“Blackmail?!” Kamiya exclaims.

“You can blame Shirakawa,” Narumiya sniffs.

Masatoshi hates that he can see it.

“So what do we do now?” Shirakawa asks.

“Hmm…” Narumiya starts pacing and thinking aloud, while the first years follow him with their eyes.

Masatoshi hates that Shirakawa blatantly steered them away from the blackmail he’s apparently gathering on his own teammates. He hates even more that it worked.

All in all, it takes exactly three weeks for Mei to open his eyes to a definitely-third year Yamaoka.

“How did you manage to get bigger,” Mei wonders. “Was your first year height really not enough for you? You couldn’t save some for the rest of us?”

Someone raps Mei gently on the head, all fingertips and no knuckles, but he still complains, “Hey, I included myself in that! I’m perfect, but even perfect would like a few more centimeters!”

“Uh-huh,” Shirakawa says, and cocks an eyebrow. Carlos grins and pounces on them both, dragging them back onto someone’s bed in a giant pile, but not before Mei manages to latch onto Yamaoka’s shirt and drag him down with them.

The result is a single bed creaking under the weight of four third years. And then it creaks even louder as a stupid second year adds his weight, but Mei can’t really complain, because for the first time in three weeks Itsuki is there.

Itsuki is there, and thank goodness Masa-san isn’t, because then Mei’s heart might actually burst, and who would lead Inashiro to Koshien then?

I hope you all enjoyed this, and please let me know what you think!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ダイヤのA | Daiya no A | Ace of Diamond Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: kamiya carlos toshiki/todoroki raichi Characters: Todoroki Raichi, Kamiya Carlos Toshiki Additional Tags: amusement park date, banana shenanigans, Anxiety, Claustrophobia, on raichi's part, carlos helps him out though, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, mostly just dumb boys in love i promise Summary:

Carlos is an open space where Raichi can breathe again.