#daiya no ace fluff

[2dmenforme]

Ahhhhh!!! This is so CUTE!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I love him 😍

Gotta snap some tasteful nudes of him in the shower too 😏 📸

Miyuki Kazuya x Reader content tags: fluff, pre-dating, the crushing inability to stop thinking about his HC word count: 350

Miyuki Kazuya can't take pictures worth shit. You like to joke that he's doing it on purpose and he insists he's trying his best but, either way, the end result is the same.

You first find this out when he complains you've spent too much time behind your camera instead of hanging out with him. His self-satisfied smirk drops when you tell him that you'll stop taking pictures if he takes them for you. Every so many minutes, you're pulling on his sleeve, pointing in the direction of the shot you'd like to capture. He obliges each time, making some smart ass remark before snapping the shot, and you think nothing of it until you make it home to develop the film.

Half of them feature his finger blocking at least some of the lens, if not all of it. Another third of them are blurry and otherwise out of focus and if they aren't one of those, they're of a completely different subject. Not like you particularly mind—you can always return tomorrow or the following weekend.

He denies those are his pictures when you show them, trying to claim that they're yours. The pictures you took earlier, before he took your camera from you? Those are obviously the ones he took. Even if he's the subject of three of them.

It turns into a game of sorts with him insisting on using your camera for half of your outings together, the only thing changing being the amount of finger in the shot. When he has your camera, he likes taking pictures of you, saying that you're already laughing so the picture will be "more authentic this way."

When you two start dating, it doesn't get any better. For his birthday, you gift him a mini instant camera and a photograph of him getting the winning run for the Japan Series. The first picture he takes is of him kissing you. You two are barely in frame and there's movement because it felt like he tackled you in his enthusiasm and, in all honesty, it's kind of perfect.

tagging: @tyga-lily, @ceenthesis, @no1frogfan, @eiyun, @miyukiissofine

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- In Love with their Childhood Friend

Miyuki & more x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: October 3rd, 2024

Description: I love this trope so I was wondering if you could do hcs for them liking their childhood best friend for Miyuki and the kominato brothers

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions.

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Miyuki Kazuya

Loving you is as easy as loving baseball

And it starts so early he never even notices

Maybe if you’d met later, if he’d fallen later, he’d be able to notice

But it’s just an undeniable truth, like the sky being blue

Your parents were friends, you’ve known eachother since you were in diapers

He never spent a holiday alone, even if his dad was working, because you would come by with extra food your parents made

You’re the only contact he regularly replies too while at Seidou, and that’s how Kuramochi found out about you

You have some stupid name in his phone, so it’s only through snooping that Kuramochi pieces things together

Miyuki is chasing him the whole time

I think it hits him when you come to cheer him on during his first tournament game

You came all the way to Tokyo just to watch his first official game of highschool

And you’ll come cheer him on at as many as you can

Haruichi Kominato

You’re his first friend

He’s always so busy following Ryou around, and he’s so shy, he never really made friends of his own

You meet in first grade, right out of kindergarten

His mum jokingly calls you his little girlfriend (if you’re a girl), Ryou makes a back handed comment about you being his first friend

This flusters him and he’s so in denial about his mother’s comment that he doesn’t even notice when he falls for you

You’re always encouraging him to stop chasing Ryou, without dismissing how much he looks up to his brother

You believe in him as he is, and he thinks the heat rising to his cheeks is from embarrassment

It is, but not from the praise

Ryou is so sick of you two, he tells you Haruichi he’s going to Seidou to get a break from how sickeningly sweet you two are

Of course it takes Ryou telling him to realize he likes you

Once he decides to go to Seidou, he promises himself he’ll tell you after he gets to nationals with his brother

He ends up confessing as he leaves for Seidou

Ryousuke Kominato

Too busy worrying about Haruichi and staying ahead of him to notice he likes you

You two met in kindergarten when you told him to be nicer to some of the other kids

It turned into a fight and your parents were called in when they picked you up

When Haruichi started stepping on his heels, you were one of the first things he felt he needed to compete for

You took care of Haruichi as if he were your own brother, and Ryou got jealous

You were his friend first, he would not be out done

He teases you a bit more and tries to rile you up, after all that’s how your friendship started

He’s back for christmas his first year at Seidou when he realizes that Haruichi isn’t competing with him for your friendship

Because Ryou’s not fighting for your friendship

He realizes this when he gets off the train and you and Haruichi are waiting for him, because it secretly makes him happy that you’re both there

He thinks he’ll confess once he makes it to nationals, and when that falls through he tells you when he’s home the christmas of his third year

[boohaitani]

my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

[koushuwu]

pancakes | miyuki kazuya x reader

1k words | cw/tags: food, cooking, banter, swearing, smooches, kazuya is a good cook, kinda cute?, fluff, might be ooc, no editing we die like neji.

“do you know how to make pancakes?” kazuya seized you up behind his the glasses.

you’d stayed at his overnight; planning on setting off home the following day. but daybreak brought with it a heavy downpour kept you from venturing out, at kazuya’s demand. as if he actually needed to demand it, for you to stay and cuddle up with him on the couch. as the rain hammered on the windows, obscuring the view of the outside world, the desire for something sweet had risen in you. and that; that was where the pancakes came in. that’s how the two of you ended up in the kitchen together. kazuya had been peering into the cabinet, debating his choice of pan when he spoke. now his deep eyes searched your face with what looked to be challenging shining back at you.

“of course i know how to make pancakes!” your voice came steadfast. confident, as you crossed your arms and looked back at him, hip leaning against the counter. how dared he. of course you could make pancakes.

“okay, okay,” he said, voice thickened by retained laughter. then he did huff a little chuckle, shaking his head and turning back towards his, in your opinion, ridiculously large selection of pans. “would you find the ingredients, then?” you nodded, realizing he wouldn’t actually be able to see it.

“sure.”

shoving off the counter, you spun for the fridge. placing a jug of milk on the counter, you closed the fridge and started rummaging around his drawers in search. you looked. and looked. and looked.

“miyuki?” you looked up from the third drawer, watching your boyfriend pick out a bowl from another cabinet.

“yea?” he didn’t look back at you as he got up from a crouch in front of the cabinet.

“where do you even keep the pancake mix?” you sighed in exasperation. and that was what got his attention. like really caught his attention. his head whipped towards you, eyes narrowed slightly in what looked like utter confusion.

“the—“ he stopped, eyes closing entirely and he pinched the bridge of his nose. then he took a breath and looked at you again, and with the most overbearing voice you’d ever heard in your entire life, “we’re not using pancake mix.”

“what?”

“no,” kazuya said, cutting you off before you could say anything else. face stiff, he set the bowl on the counter, sighed and moved up to you. then he stepped around you. “move over. i’m make the batter.” pouting, you step out of his way. for a moment you wondered how you fell for someone so insufferable. because he was insufferable. but unfortunately, that may very well also be one of

the reasons why you actually did love him so much. outrageous. yeah, yeah. you liked him alright. you shook your head at his back, instead, stepping over to fish out the utensils from the utensils.

“okay, fine,” you said, spatula in hand. “i’ll flip th—“

“oh no you’re not!” he cut you off, before you could even finish talking. he didn’t even look at you either as he grabbed the eggs from the fridge.

“why not?” you asked, feigning utter offense at his words. your pout grew as you let the spatula hang from your hand, down your side. he couldn’t actually be serious, right? he lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow at you, as he placed the eggs on the counter as well.

“because,” he said, snatching the spatula from your grasp. of course he was serious. “i don’t trust you in the kitchen.”

“rude!” he laughed. of course he laughed. shitface. you shitface. (un)fortunately. you crossed your arms once again, looking him dead in the face in defiance. he didn’t budge. of course he didn’t budge. shitface.

“if you can’t even make pancake batter, you haven’t earned the right to flip them either,” he simply said.

“then what am i supposed to do?” thinking back, you wondered how you’d ever thought cooking anything with kazuya would be a cute couples thing. of course he just had to be him about it. he was so annoying.

“you just stand there, and look pretty,”

he said, quickly moving in to place a peck on the tip of your nose. okay, so maybe he wasn’t just annoying. he was straight up insufferable.

“rude,” you repeated, turning your head away from him, back bumping against the wall. you hadn’t even noticed yourself taking the little step back it took to reach it.

“but you are pretty.” kazuya said, stepping just a little closer, yet you still refused to look at him, fighting the twitch and pull at the corner of your mouth. you wanted to smile. but you didn’t want to. because he may be insufferable but he was also annoyingly cute. “i love you?” he offered. it was soft and simple and you knew he meant it, however casual the words may seem.

“bite me,” you huffed. and maybe that was the wrong thing to say. maybe it was just the right thing to say. because in the next now, kazuya’s hands cupped your face, turning you towards him. there was a tenderness in his eyes, rivaled by the challenge and the thrill of this playful back and forth the two of you had. the thrill of simply what the two of you had together. at the two of you. then he leaned in and sealed your lips with his. it was soft. it was quick. it was sweet and it was chaste. it was all of these things, but it was also something uniquely kazuya. pulling away, he nipped at your lower lip. there was a smirk on his face when your eyes fluttered open and you looked at him again. you knew what he was doing. and it wasn’t going to work! you puffed your cheeks.

“i can make pancakes,” you said, sounding like nothing more than an upset child. maybe it was working, because he laughed, and this time, you couldn’t keep the smile for forming. damn it.

“sure you can.”

[kiro-sveta]

a soft, sleepy, and comfortable moment between Miyuki and Kuramochi, and a kuramiyu secret santa gift for @daiyanerd

i hope you like it, and hope you're having a wonderful holiday <3

and thank you for suggesting and organizing this, @foureyedwriter! hope you're having a wonderful holiday too, and wishing you well 🙏

[spiltmusings]

Daiya No Ace Scenarios: Meeting at University

Kuramochi Youichi

You meet in the campus center while waiting for your food. They call the order and you're surprised when some random guy is practically running to the counter to pick up your order.

You speed up to meet him at the counter and give him a piece of your mind when you both check the number. It was actually his but ironically you both get the same order. He says you have great taste and invites you to sit with him. You talk about classes and turns out he's in one of your main Sociology lectures.

You both fall into a rhythm of grabbing your favorite meal together before heading to lecture. Occasionally, you attend his games and it isn't long until he speeds his way into your heart.

"I didn't know you were that fast, Cheetah." "Of course you did. I had to be faster than you to grab my food the first time we met right? Ahahaha!" "You know what?" *Chaos ensues*

Miyuki Kazuya

He is a peer tutor in your Statistics class. Miyuki learned the material early and it works well with his baseball talents.

Despite his snarky attitude, he's actually pretty helpful and takes the time to really explain the chapters breaking it down in a way you understand. Your convinced he's your saving grace (even though you would never tell him that, his head would get too big if you did).

At the end of the semester, you make him a nice thank you card with a gift card to a local coffee shop. You hand it to him after your final, thinking you won't see him again. But he finds you around campus and makes sure to thank you in his own way by proposing to redeem the gift card together.

"No I can't spend it with you! It's a gift for you." "Well since it's my gift, I can spend it how I want. And I want us to grab a coffee so stop complaining and let's go."

Chris Takigawa Yuu

You meet Chris in your Anatomy and Physiology class when you're paired together for a research project. After meeting up after class to discuss potential topics, you both discover you have a love of sports which makes it much easier to pick something sports related.

You put together a research project about the anatomy of different athletes based on their respective sports. It helped that Chris knew a lot of athletes since he played baseball.

It was great to study athletes from various sports and it was clear Chris was very thoughtful and diligent. He smiles at how personable you are with the athlete you interview and how you thank them with ideas that'll help them (recipes/workouts).

Needless to say, you both get an A for the paper and the class and decide to celebrate a job well done.

"I'm glad we were partners. You're really cool, Chris." "Thank you, that's very kind of you. Likewise. It would be great to see you at the next game. If you'd like, I can get you a ticket." "Already way ahead of you."

Hope you enjoyed this! It was fun to put something together for my latest obsession 💕

[bee--positive]

Untitled Shit #1

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Summary: Maezono enjoys tickling his boyfriend just a little too much for said boyfriend's liking

Characters: Kuramochi Youichi and Maezono Kenta

A/N: They're in love, your honor! I rest my case!

Words: 360

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"Maezono, I'm going to fucking kill you!" Kuramochi (most definitely did not) squealed, struggling in the iron grip of his fellow second year and pushing uselessly against the arms wrapped around his waist.

"Good luck with that, Kuramochi," Maezono chuckled, digging his fingers into Kuramochi's sides, eliciting another shriek. "You didn't back down even when I gave you plenty of chances; now you're mine for the taking!" He tucked his head into Kuramochi's neck, nibbling slightly at the skin - Kuramochi flailed in his hold, kicking aimlessly.

"Maezono, please, let me go!" He managed to beg before another attack on his sides forced a bout of hysterics from his chest.

"So you can kill me sooner? Nah, I'm good."

Maezono ruthlessly clawed his hands into Kuramochi's ribs. Kuramochi was, of course, already beside himself with hysteria, but Maezono figured he could get his laughter up to even higher octaves.

"Please," Kuramochi forced out between cackles. ''Please, Maezono, please, I'll do anything! I- No, not there!"

Maezono had readjusted his grip to move upwards and mercilessly claw his hands into the all too ticklish spots that were Kuramochi's underarms. Kuramochi slipped a bit in his grip, his feet barely scraping against the ground as he twisted, positively screaming with laughter.

Only when tears ran down his brightly red cheeks, hiccups mixing in with his cackles, did Maezono decide to have mercy on him. Gently, he released the smaller second year, letting him slide to the floor. Kuramochi bent over a bit, his arms pressed tightly against his sides as he continued to giggle frantically, even after Maezono stopped tickling him.

Maezono smiled down at him, placing one hand on his hip. "You gonna kill me now?"

"I could." Kuramochi insisted, his breathing ragged as he struggled to stop giggling, pushing down the leftover laughter in his chest.

"Of course you could, delinquent-senpai." Maezono said fondly as he leaned down and poked a single finger into Kuramochi's ribs. Kuramochi let out a shriek and flailed, bursting into a flurry of giggles as he flopped onto his side, away from Maezono. Maezono laughed along with him. "I don't doubt you for a single moment."

[fractionallystruckout]

Unspoken and Unequivocal

(Just in time for Tetsu's birthday, a fic about Jun's birthday. :D)

TetsuJun, established relationship, long distance relationship, birthday fluff

Tetsu visits Jun on his birthday.

Also on AO3.

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Jun stood on the sidewalk in front of his apartment building

It was cold. He rubbed his hands over his arms, grimacing against the light breeze.

He should've put on a jacket.

He hadn't thought about the weather when he rolled out of bed a few minutes earlier, staggering into the elevator in his pajamas, a Meiji University t-shirt and a pair of borrowed sweatpants. He didn't consider that, despite it being September, winter was beginning to creep in, closing in around warm fall days as cold mornings and chilly nights. He forgot how cold it could be before the sun came up, a fact he would never forget again if his sockless feet had anything to say about it.

He wasn't thinking.

It was early.

Jun had only been asleep for a few hours before the phone call woke him.

It was early.

And he was too excited.

Tetsu was coming.

Jun shifted as he glanced down the street. He dropped his hands from his arms, the thought of Tetsu's imminent arrival alone warming him against the early morning cold.

There were times when people questioned the inner workings of their relationship.

His sisters, his college teammates, even their friends from high school. They would see them together and they would ask Jun, what was it like to date someone like Tetsu? There was never malice or ill intent, more of a curiosity that Jun guessed came from a lack of imagination. People saw Tetsu and they saw his seriousness and tone and demeanor. No one ever asked if Tetsu was loyal or dedicated, traits that were easy to assume from any impression Tetsu made.

But occasionally, there were questions.

They would ask.

Was Tetsu fun?

Was he affectionate?

Was he romantic?

Jun hated those questions.

There wasn't anything wrong with the questions themselves. Jun understood why they asked those things. He'd asked himself similar questions in the first few weeks of knowing Tetsu.

But he knew the truth and the truth always made him feel flustered and embarrassed.

A noise grabbed Jun's attention, anticipation winning out over the last of his sleepiness as he heard the car before he saw it. Jun watched a simple sedan turn onto the street. Even from a distance, he knew it was Tetsu. It was too early, the neighborhood too quiet and still for it to be anyone else. He also recognized Tetsu's meticulous driving, from his use of the turn signal on an obviously empty street to his adherence to the speed limit even if it delayed their reunion by a few minutes.

His assumption was confirmed as the car approached and Tetsu came into view through the windshield. He unconsciously took a few steps forward as Tetsu pulled up to the curb and parked in front of a nearby building.

Tetsu waved once the car was securely parked and Jun broke out into a grin. He started moving again as Tetsu got out and crossed the street, carrying only a backpack and a square paper bag in one hand.

Jun hated those questions that made him feel flustered and embarrassed. He never knew how to answer them.

He would never be able to explain how Tetsu made him feel in moments like this.

Jun didn't ask Tetsu to come.

There was distance between them, a necessary physical distance as Tetsu had been contacted by a recruiter with an offer to play collegiate baseball in America. He had to go, Jun insisted. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Even an ocean away, Tetsu was being Tetsu. It was his second year in the US and he was a starter, batting sixth in the lineup, having earned his place on the field after playing mainly as designated hitter in his first season. He was nominated for a few preseason award watch lists, and there was even talk of him being considered for the MLB draft next summer.

There was distance between them but with sacrifice came rewards.

Jun picked up his pace, forgetting about the cold and the early morning hour. Tetsu lengthened his stride, his smile pushing Jun to move even faster.

Jun didn't ask Tetsu to come.

He didn't mention it. He didn't hint at it. He barely even let himself think about how this was the first of his birthdays that they would spend apart since they met.

There was distance between them.

And that meant sacrifices.

Video calls instead of dates. Daily conversations conducted through messages and emails.

Missed birthdays in exchange for career opportunities.

Except Tetsu came.

He called a week ago and told Jun he was coming.

He presented the situation as fact, not an idea or suggestion. He found the time. He arranged the trip. He flew hours across the Pacific Ocean, he rented a car and drove through the night, all so he could be with Jun on his birthday, upholding an unspoken tradition that Jun had been willing to let go.

Jun was moving at a light jog when he reached Tetsu. Momentum and excitement propelled him and he jumped into Tetsu's arms without warning. Tetsu lived up to his preseason national fielder of the year nomination, catching him easily as Jun wrapped himself around Tetsu.

"Hey," Jun said, grinning from ear to ear.

Tetsu smiled back. "Happy birthday, Jun."

Jun laughed, affection spilling out of him as he met Tetsu in a kiss. He felt Tetsu sigh into the touch of their lips, relief and contentment singing out from the press of his mouth and the grasp of his hands. Jun melted into the embrace, his hands pressing back into Tetsu's hair, held steady and strong and close in Tetsu's presence.

Was Tetsu fun?

Was he affectionate?

Was he romantic?

Jun hated those questions.

He never knew how to answer them.

It felt so obvious from the inside, looking out.

Tetsu loved him.

Wholly.

Completely.

Unequivocally.

In a fierce and quiet way that only Tetsu could love.

If that wasn't romance, then every single one of Jun's manga were wrong.

He couldn't imagine anything more romantic.

Tetsu tucked his face into Jun's neck for a moment before letting him down. Jun smiled up at him, trailing his hand down Tetsu's arm.

"What's this?" he asked, lifting Tetsu's hand and the bag it held.

"Your birthday cake," Tetsu answered.

The writing on the bag was in English, suggesting the cake had accompanied Tetsu on his international trip. Jun grabbed Tetsu by one of his backpack straps and pulled Tetsu down to kiss him again.

Because he could.

Because Tetsu came.

They lingered in the touch, Tetsu resting his forehead against Jun's.

"I brought candles too," Tetsu said.

Jun laughed. "Let's go inside," he said, unable to stop grinning. "It's cold."

Tetsu nodded in agreement.

He moved the cake bag from one hand to the other, meeting Jun, their hands finding each other when Tetsu's was free. Jun led the way to his building, tangling their fingers together as they walked.

They talked in soft voices about nothing in particular, the weather, Jun's sisters, Tetsu's flight. The topic wasn't important, only the pleasure of being able to have a conversation without screens.

It was warmer in the lobby of the building.

Jun pressed the button to call for the elevator. He watched the display blink through descending numbers, thinking about how he and Tetsu should spend their limited time together. He hadn't considered it before. He wasn't thinking.

He was too excited.

Jun turned to ask Tetsu if he wanted to go out for breakfast, his question replaced by a smile as Tetsu raised their joined hands to kiss Jun's fingers as they waited.

It was an action that made Jun feel flustered and embarrassed.

And loved.

A simple gesture.

Unspoken and unequivocal.

That answered every question.

[skyroenrie]

❄️ Warm Winter ❄️

Pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G

Word count: 1,900 words

Synopsis: The warmth provided by the scarf kept him from feeling cold, it was even warmer with the person he was sharing it with.

Cute.

The only word he could think of when he saw Eijun.

The ten year old felt his chubby cheeks warmed up when he went out of their house for a day out only to see his cute neighbour... all bundled up in jacket and a scarf wrapped comfortably around his neck.

It was a midday in winter, and after checking the weather forecast for the nth time, making sure that there will be no snowstorm, Kazuya set out for a playtime with his friends.

He’s going to Mei’s, where the rest of his friends will be.

And upon opening the front door, lo and behold, the cute neighbour two houses down was all bundled up for a day out as well.

Eijun saw him and the grin he offered was so wide and bright, and Kazuya immediately looked away, hoping that his own scarf will hide the reddening of his cheeks.

He heard a small laugh behind him and he slightly turned to give his mother a pouty glare.

No need to tease him for his little crush!

Especially when said crush was rushing towards their house!

“Miyuki Kazuya! Miyuki Kazuya!” Eijun called out, the grin on his face widened and brightened up even more “Are you going to Mei-nii’s?!”

“Y-yes. Why?”

Eijun tilted his head to side, a thing that he always does and smiled cutely. “Let’s go together!” said the boy, his beautiful golden eyes sparkling.

“That way, you won’t get lost!”

Kazuya felt himself sweat drop, he wanted to voice out that Eijun was the one who was prone to getting lost but a part of him, the part that was unbelievably fond and crushing on the other boy (which was a huge part), decided to just sigh and allow himself to get dragged by the younger boy.

“Not that way, Ei-kun.” He voiced out, as he stopped walking and tugged on his arm that was in Eijun’s hold.

The younger boy flushed red, “I... I’m just testing you okay?! Of course it’s not this way!”

Kazuya sighed once more, resigned himself on guiding Eijun to the right direction so they don’t get lost.

If he wasn’t cute, he will tease him so much to the point that he will cry. But Kazuya was not that heartless to the object of his childhood infatuation.

So off they go to Mei’s house, with Kazuya tugging Eijun on the right direction every now and then.

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It was almost five when they finished playing, Mei’s father offered to drive them all back, but Kazuya refused, telling the older man that his house was not that far and he’ll be fine walking home. Besides, his house were at the other side of the block compared to the rest of his friends.

And he also, low-key, wished to go home with Eijun. The younger boy was at the house next door, at his classmate Taiyou where his own group of friends were at.

He was disappointed, however, when after a few minutes of waiting he noticed that Eijun was yet to come out. They weren’t done playing, it seemed.

Kazuya huffed, stomping his foot on the snow covered lawn.

He wanted to go back with Eijun!

“Pfft.”

Kazuya flinched at the sound, turning around to find Mei grinning evilly at him. He gave him a glare, which was ineffective due to the blush staining his cheeks.

“Are you lonely, Kazuya? Is it because Ei-chan won’t be going home yet?”

Kazuya’s glare hardened which was, unfortunately, still ineffective “I’m not lonely!” he told the blonde.

“Anyway, I’m going home. At least I know the way back. Unlike someone we both know who will definitely get lost,” Kazuya then turned around and started walking to the gates “Goodbye.” He said with a huff.

Mei frowned before rolling his eyes, of course, Kazuya would use Eijun’s non-existent sense of direction as an excuse and not because he was crushing so hard on his favourite cousin.

He marched towards their neighbouring house, using the small gate that conveniently connected their lawn to their neighbour for a certain boy to use instead of the main gate. This was to avoid that certain boy of walking down the road and ending up knocking on a different house, again.

Mei was standing on the porch and was about to knock when the door was opened by Taiyou’s mother.

“Oh, hello Mei. Are you here to pick up Ei-chan?” the kind lady asked. Her smile was always gentle, that Mei wondered where Taiyou got his attitude from. Certainly not from his mother.

“Yes, auntie. I thought he could go back with Kazuya, while my friend is still not far off, they live close to each other.” Answered Mei.

The woman smiled and told him that he’ll get Eijun for him.

It wasn’t long before he saw his cousin bouncing off behind Taiyou’s mother with his group of friends following after his cousin like a litter of lost puppies, he always does that. Eijun sure was a people magnet without even meaning to.

Mei made an eye contact with Taiyou and the blonde could feel his blood rising quickly, the latter sticking out his tongue which annoyed Mei further.

He refused to retaliate, though. He don’t want to be rude in front of the kind lady who often gives him cookies and apple pies. Really, Taiyou must be adopted because there was no way the kind lady gave birth to him, even his father was nice.

“Did Kazu-kun went home already?” asked Eijun, drawing Mei’s attention to his cousin’s big bright eyes and away from whatever Taiyou was doing to annoy him.

“Uh huh,” answered Mei “You can still catch up to him, so hurry up!”

Taiyou’s mother gave Eijun his scarf, wrapping it around his neck and handing two paper bags of brownies. “Here, Ei-chan. Take these with you, the other one is for your friend. Have a safe walk home.”

“Thank you aunt Mina! I’ll visit you again!” Eijun told her, hugging her waist.

Mrs. Mukai laughed softly “You’re always welcome, Ei-chan. Hurry along now, tell your mom I said hi, okay?”

Eijun said his farewell to his friends, as energetic as ever, and his friends returning the gesture, though some of them were a little less enthusiastic than the rest.

Mei lead his cousin out, pointing at Kazuya who was still wasn’t that far, the boy probably sulking.

“Over there,” said Mei as he pointed ahead of them, “Just call his name and he will definitely stop walking and wait for you.”

“Okay! Thank you, Mei-nii!” Eijun hugged his cousin, planting a kiss on his cheek. He was always affectionate to his loved ones, albeit being so loud and rowdy most of the time.

Mei nodded his head, “Un, sure. Take care. Now run.”

Eijun did as he was told, running after the Kazuya and shouting his name.

“MIYUKI KAZUYA!!! MIYUKI KAZUYA WAIT FOR ME!!!!”

Kazuya was pouting, though he will absolutely deny it when asked, as he walked down the road, stomping his little feet once in a while to show the whole world how displeased he was at the moment.

It wasn’t everyday that he will get the chance to go home with Eijun, since the younger boy was always surrounded by a bunch of kids who were attracted to the boundless energy and beautiful smiles the boy offers.

He heard his name being called, which sounded so much like Eijun’s. He looked up at the sky and glared, his amber eyes blazing from behind his glasses.

“The world is mocking me,” he grumbled, mitten covered fists were clenched tightly as he continued to glare at the sky. “Either give me Ei-kun or feel my wrath.”

The drama that a ten year old can pull off sure is amusing.

He was then surprised when someone tackled him from behind, causing him to momentarily lose his balance before quickly regaining his composure and end up with his face on the cold ground.

He was ready to glare at his offender when he came face to face with the object of his affection.

“KAZU-KUN! CAUGHT YOU!”

Kazuya’s face immediately turned red at the nickname, especially when Eijun snuggled up at him, he felt more warmer than his padded jacket could ever offer.

“Wha– E-Ei-kun...”

Eijun let go, standing beside the other boy who looked a bit red than normal. He tilted his head, then he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the other boy.

Kazuya felt like he was going to faint, so... he may have not predicted this as an inclusion of ‘going home with Eijun’ package.

“You feel kinda hot... are you sick?” Eijun whispered, his voice laced with worry. Forehead still pressed against Kazuya’s.

The older boy weakly pushed the younger one, taking off his now foggy glasses with shaking hands and wiping them before putting them back on.

“N... no... not rea–”

“Ah!” Eijun suddenly exclaimed, pointing a finger on Kazuya who, had it been anyone else, would bite the offending finger off. But since it was Eijun, he will let it slide. He reasoned that the younger boy was still a little too young to remember proper manners and will slowly teach it to him.

“YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR SCARF WITH YOU!” exclaimed the younger boy, Kazuya visibly winced at the volume but Eijun either ignored or didn’t noticed at all.

Kazuya became alarmed when Eijun suddenly started removing his own scarf, the younger had always been a good Samaritan, one of the qualities that Kazuya liked and hoped won’t fade away as they grow older.

“I probably left mine at Mei’s, but it’s okay. I don’t feel cold at all,” he frantically told Eijun.

“Nope. You’ll catch cold!” said Eijun as he finally removed his scarf and stepped closer to Kazuya. “You can’t catch a cold because I can’t make a chick-chick soup yet!”

Kazuya’s face showed confusion “Chick... chick soup?”

Eijun nodded his head eagerly “Yup! Chick-chick soup! You know, the one with chickens and stuffs!” he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh... uhm... okay.” Kazuya mumbled when he realized that Eijun meant chicken soup, not that he understand why the boy would want to make him a ‘chick-chick soup’ but it was very kind and sweet of him.

Eijun wrapped his scarf around Kazuya, and the bespectacled boy’s face flushed once more when Eijun also wrapped the scarf around his own.

“See? Mine is long enough for the two of us!” Eijun said with a proud grin, as if what he did would solve the world’s major problems.

Kazuya felt his mind about to get fried.

Never once did he ever thought he will be sharing a scarf with Eijun, much less wrapped in one scarf with the boy whose eyes were incredibly gold sparkling brighter as the boy looked at him with a bright wide smile plastered on his face.

Kazuya could feel the butterflies doing back flips in his stomach, and it was making him feel so warm and giddy at the same time.

“Eijun’s effects on people should never be underestimated.” Kazuya thought, momentarily clutching the soft knitted garment around his neck.

Their journey back home was filled with soft pleasant humming from Eijun, and the warmth that their shared scarf offered.

“To keep a warm heart in winter is real victory.” — Marty Rubin

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Sawamura Eijun

Cliche and he’s not embarrassed about it

Will call you the love of his life, 100% seriously and with no shame

And not even in specific circumstances, he once barged into your class in third year calling you the love of his life

Get used to it, because while he won’t use any nicknames you don’t like his go to ones are always embarrassing

But also, calls you partner

It’s a big deal for him as a pitcher, on the field he trust his partner with everything and in fill that role in his life

Also likes being called partner for the same reason

Give him a silly nickname and he’ll be happy, doesn’t have to be romantic

Just something only you call him

Trouble and love-bug seem to have stuck too

Miyuki Kazuya

He calls you babe

And your first name, he puts a lot of stock in that

Will teasingly call you cringe and elaborate nicknames

Mostly just calls you by your first name though, you’re really only babe when he’s jealous or tired

I don’t think he calls you partner because his relationship with the word isn’t nearly as deep as Sawamura’s

You call him Cassanova as a joke because he’s so popular with the ladies

Otherwise he’s more than happy to hear you call him by his first name

Lovingly call him a smart-ass

You both call each other sweetheart sometimes

Kuramochi Youichi

He wants to be a babe guy, he’s a sweetheart guy

Like, he thinks babe is way cooler but it just doesn’t sound right to him

Isn’t really into using nicknames to tease you, they feel very personal to him

A romantic at heart

You call him Romeo because of how in love he is

It’s cute, until he finds out how that story ends and he demands a new nickname

So you call him my dear or Yo, and occasionally Romeo

Once he was feeling kind of self conscious and you called him Mr.Right, it doesn’t become a frequent nickname but whenever he’s down in the dump you use it

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Category: M/M

Fandom: ダイヤのA | Daiya no A | Ace of Diamond

Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Sawamura Eijun

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*:･ﾟ✧ love me tomorrow — best friend eijun pt. 1

18+ content | 3,1k words | sawamura eijun x reader. one night, after eijun has gone pro for a while, you and he go out to drink. and it's all fun and games until circumstances has you offering eijun a place to stay the night. or maybe in reality, that's where the fun begins.

tags/cw: afab!reader, alcohol consumption, best friends to lovers, making out while intoxicated, mild frottage, fluff, feelings, eventual (explicit) smut (in pt. 3), eijun is a love sick fool, not beta read, no editing we die like neji.

pt. 2 | pt. 3

the first time you and eijun had a sleepover since you were kids, wasn’t actually so much of a sleepover. in reality it was the result of a drunken night out, where he’d lost his wallet, and thereby his money that was supposed to pay for his ride home. and as it often happens with alcohol involved, none of you thought very rationally, and the only solution that seemed to come to mind was that he slept at yours.

okay, so in reality, maybe the thought of just borrowing the money from you did actually cross eijuns mind. but as it happens when alcohol is involved, the things we want to do weight oceans heavier than what we probably should. and he wanted to sleep over at your place.

he wanted to, so when the thought of just borrowing the money appeared in his head, he shoved it aside, reasoning with himself that he doesn’t like borrowing money. and the two of you were friends, right? best friends. so it wasn’t that big of a deal. right? friends sleep over at each others places, right? right.

there was one thing that neither of you had considered when making your way to your home. but that was something neither of you would remember before you got there. for now though, the two of you walked down the street side by side. eijun staggered slightly, and giggled when his shoulder brushed against yours. he smiled at you, and his heart felt like it was fluttering around in his chest when you smiled back at him. your gaze drifted to somewhere behind him, eyes twinkling.

“look,” your voice matched the glimmer in your eye. eijun’s gaze didn’t stray, didn’t waver. transfixed by the look on your face.

“it’s beautiful,” he agreed, completely missing what you were actually referring to. you looked back at him, and he wanted you to look at him forever.

“you didn’t even look!” you complained, playfully bumping your shoulder against him. he laughed and caught you before you could slip away, pulling you in towards him. it wasn’t like he’d meant to hold you like that, but now you were there in his embrace, he found that he didn’t want to let go.

“i did,” he argued, squeezing you just a little bit tighter before reluctantly releasing you once more.

“did not,” you shot back and swatted his arm. he feigned a hard flinch that made you laugh once again. “what was it then?”

“what?”

“what was i looking at, dumbass?” you asked, each syllable if the insult drawn out softly in adoration, stripping it of all malice. he shook his head, and smiled. had you really meant something different? he couldn’t be sure.

“i was looking at you.”

“oh, shut up,” you told him and shook your head with a laugh. he smiled. he couldn’t help it. the muscles in his face worked on their own to pull his lips upward, and it was impossible not to, whenever he was with you. “the moon,” you muttered, and eijuns smile only grew.

a comfortable silence settled between you both as you continued down the street. eijun wasn’t known as the quiet type, but the few times eijun actually felt comfortable with silence, it was with you. he wasn’t late to speak his mind, and he very well knew that he had a tendency to get loud when excited. the same was true when he was with you. his excitement was never concealed, but with you, sometimes this excitement presented itself differently. like now, where the simple joy of walking down the street next to you, head buzzing from the alcohol, manifested as a persistent swirl in his stomach. like now, where his excitement etched into every second of the silence between you, seeping from his every pore. there was always something different in the way his body and mind reacted to you. of course, you were his best friend after all. eijun had other friends though, and none of them ever made him feel the way you did. but you were his best friend, so of course. of course you’d feel like home in a person to him. of course you’d be extra special. of course–

“hey! wrong way.” your hand darted into his, closing and pulling him from his thoughts, as well as stopping him from stepping past the corner he very well knew he was supposed to round. you giggled as eijun stumbled to stay on his feet, and eijun chuckled softly in return.

“i knew that.” and he did. your apartment building was just down the street and he’d been to your small home on numerous occasions. he knew. 

“sure you did,” you teased, hand squeezing his, painstakingly reminding him that yours still lingered in his. not that he’d forget when his skin tingled under your touch. he’d never felt this with anyone else either. since he’d gone pro, he’d had his share of girls approaching him. he’d been on dates with some of them as well, but none of them, even when holding his hand, made his skin feel alive like you did when your palm rested against his, fingers softly resting around it. it was probably just the alcohol, he reasoned. yet he couldn’t help but wonder if you felt it too. if you did, you didn’t show it, as the two of you continued down the next street to your home.

you didn’t let go for the rest of the walk to your building. you didn’t let go as you entered the passcode for the door, and you didn’t let go as you pushed the door open and pulled him in. neither did you let go of his hand as the two of you climbed the stairs to your floor. only when you failed to fish the keys from your purse with one hand, rummaging around for longer than should be necessary, did you let go. fingers unfurling from his, and when they did, eijuns skin prickled. charged. cold. empty. but then your hand found his once more, door unlocked and giving way as you bumped it with your hip. eijun hadn’t noticed you unlocking the door, nor had he seen you turning the handle. he’d been entirely focused on the strange sensation on his skin. his fingers flexed. twitched against the skin of your hand, that prickling cold dripping from his fingertip, until a surge of heat took its place. warmth. tightening. pulling.

“eijun?”

“hm?” torn from his trance like state, gaze snatching from your joined hands to yours, eijun could have sworn that a sweeter sound had never graced his ears. you tugged at him again, this time positively dragging him through.

“come on.” almost stumbling to avoid letting go of you, to avoid losing the feeling of you, eijun toed out of his shoes. he didn’t want to let go. he didn’t want this to end. this feeling. it felt like– like that special sensation in his fingers and palm, when his pitches were all entirely on point. when he felt like he could perfectly deliver any pitch his catcher would ask for. only right now, it was you in front of him, not a catcher. and where he usually had the opposing batters as the obstacle to overcome, here there was the glimmer in your eyes and the insistent pull, coaxing him in until eventually he’d drown.

he didn’t. he didn’t, because right as he felt himself getting lost, you turned and dragged him with you. or maybe you tried to pull your hand out of his grasp, and he just obediently followed the draw of your skin against his. no. the way you held onto his own hand told him otherwise. you had to be– eijun almost tumbled over you when you stopped, chest bumping gently against your back. he looked down at you, as you took in the room. and that’s when eijun finally did the same, the heat of your body seeping through the front of his shirt when his gaze landed on the bed. the bed. the only bed. a single bed. it dawned on him then. and while everything inside of him fought him on the decision, eijun was going to be good about this. despite the alcohol in his system screaming to keep you close.

“i can just–” eijun really should have thought this through when you offered him a place to sleep. he knew that you only had one bed. and he knew that said bed was small to fit into your small apartment. but somehow, all of that had completely vanished from his brain. “i can sleep on the floor.” he offered. reluctant.

“you’re not going to sleep on the floor!” your voice came quick. like the crack of a whip. but then you looked over your shoulder, neck craning to meet his eye. “think about what would happen if you hurt your shoulder!” right. his shoulder. his pitching arm. his entire career. he hadn’t even considered that. he’d solely been focused on on. on losing feel of you again.

“yeah.” he stepped back. slowly. hesitant. he didn’t want to leave. “i can go–” your hand squeezed his. hard.

“no.”

“i–”

“i’m sorry. i mean,” the way your words rushed from your lips, as if afraid to be lost, forgotten, was one of the cutest things eijun had ever heard, and he couldn’t help the way it pulled at his mouth and fluttered in his stomach. “you– it’s late. we could both fit. on the bed i mean. i– we’re friends, right?” friends. one word flitting around the space between you. a sour tone to the hopeful tone in eijuns head, at how you tried to make him stay. eijun didn’t know what that one word felt like a splinter going underneath a nail, but it did. well, actually, he knew exactly why. you were special and he’d always been aware of that. what he’d never allowed himself was to take the jigsaw pieces and add them together. he knew how they were supposed to fit together. he knew how the picture they painted looked. but he never let it click into place. eijun was an all or nothing kind of guy, while he knew he could absolutely commit to you, heart and soul, he’d resisted. he’d resisted, because you were friends.

“eijun–” once again, your voice pulled eijun from his thoughts and to the present. you were looking at him with a familiar hope in your eye. familiar. recognizable. because eijun felt that same hope radiating from his own. “don’t go.”

“okay,” eijun said. “i won’t.”

and that’s how it happened that the two of you were now settled down in your bed. discarded were your outfit and eijuns pants. his t-shirt however, loosely hugged your form, making for the only barrier between his naked chest and skin of your back as you rested in his arms. it hadn’t been entirely intentional that you’d ended in this position, as much as it had been impossible to fit eijuns broad frame next to you, so instead you’d opted for spooning. not that eijun was one to complain. absolutely not. not when your body fit perfectly against his. not when your scent filled his nostrils, luring him in until his nose buried in your hair, nuzzling against your neck.

eijun didn’t notice it happening. not at first. he felt his skin tingling, and he felt your scent clouding his head. he felt your warmth, even through the fabric of his shirt on your body. your warmth, seeping from every inch of your body, radiating against him. drawing him closer. or maybe he was drawing you closer. he couldn’t tell. however he did notice the way your neck craned slightly to the side, neck exposed. inviting. inviting. he could just– his lips prickled when they brushed against the stuttering pulse underneath your skin. a hint of salt on his lips. something he wanted to explore. to taste. to– your sharp inhale of breath brought him back. sharply pulling himself back and head banging softly against the wall in his haste to create space between the two of you.

“i’m sorry!” eijuns words came out strained. “i’m so sorry!” muttering apology after apology, eijun desperately tried to pry himself away from you; something that proved to be exceptionally hard. not only were there nowhere for him to go. nowhere to put his hands. no space for him to put between his burning, throbbing body and yours. he also felt that he didn’t actually want to. an urge he had to fight even harder against, but for you he would. as he scrambled and stuttered, you quickly turned around, now facing him entirely.

“eijun.” there it was again. his name on your tongue and he wanted nothing more that to swallow it straight from your lips. steal it right out of your lungs. but he wouldn’t. shouldn’t. wanted to. oh how he wanted to. “don’t apologize.”

“what?”

“i literally offered myself up to you, what are you apologizing for?” there was something in your eye then. a glimmer of determination. of confidence. eijun hardly noticed the way his mouth hung slightly agape, taken aback by the boldness you displayed. 

“we’re friends, we–”

“oh, shut up.” your lips were soft against his. firm. somehow. the warmth in eijuns own body, that he’d tried hard to suppress surged through his veins. rushed through his body, expanded, all the way to the tips if his fingers and to his toes. but then the rush retreated, all charging towards his cock; something he’d also tired his hardest to ignore. but how could he when you were kissing him like that? he could he, when– a hand on his chest pushed him to his back, as you slid on top of him. 

your lips never left his, and as you sat there, perched on his lap, eijun really couldn’t ignore his throbbing desire for you. he kissed you back. eager. a little bit clumsy, but unashamed. his hands found your waist, fingertips trailing over your sides, eliciting a sigh that eijun willingly swallowed whole. as you sat there, his skin was alive. burning. oh how bad he wanted you. the fabric of his shirt rose slightly as his fingertips trailed back up, palms settling on your hips. the pads of his fingers grazing your skin. this feeling in his fingertips entirely different to the way he felt when pitching. his focus on them all the same, but the feeling even better than those of the perfect pitches. you leaned down further and deepened the kiss, your tongue trailing over eijuns bottom lip, teeth nipping lightly when his lips parted, moving in synch with yours. that’s when you decided to roll your hips, your sex grinding against his aching cock. the deep moan that it ripped from eijuns throat surprised even himself. it felt good. it felt so good. you ground against him once more, letting your hand trail over the bare skin of his chest, seeking down. down. you grind against him. his hips involuntarily buck to meet your movements against him. your hand kept moving across his skin, and eijun found himself struggle to pull away from your kiss; his fingers digging into your hips as he desperately tried to keep you still.

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” his voice was hoarse when he broke from the kiss. lips swollen and head swimming from more than just the alcohol. your hips rolling once more, forcing a groan up his throat and out through gritted teeth.

“why not?” your adorable little pouty face feigning hurt almost had eijun forsaking every ounce of sanity. almost. he wanted you. he wanted you badly. he needed you even. but he couldn’t. not like this.

“because we’re both drunk—“

“i’m not drunk!” you leaned down to capture his lips once more, once again seeking to shut him up, but he spoke before you did.

“yes, you are,” he said. sighing, he sensed that you were about to object, so he quickly added, “at least drunk enough that it might influence your decisions.”

“but,” you looked him in the eye, pout no longer feigned. “while that might be true, i know what i want, and i want you.” you looked him in the eye. facing him head on. determined and certain.

“i want you too,” eijun confessed, unashamed. “but i don’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”

“you think it’s gonna be a mistake?” the hurt that flashed in your eyes like a raging storm, took him by surprise. punched him right in the gut, where it hurt the most. he never wanted you to hurt. he never wanted to be the reason why you did. with his hands, he quickly cupped your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to keep looking into his eyes as he spoke-

“not for me!” his words were firm, somehow yet soft. intense. “i meant for you. you have no idea how much— i could never regret you.”

“i wouldn’t regret you either.” your words came out low, stark in contrast to the intensity of his. the loudness and the clarity of his.

“i’m not going to let our first time happen like this.”

“first time, you say?” a tiny glimmer lighted up in your gaze, replacing the hurt. it made eijuns stomach flutter, and it simultaneously felt like he’d lost some kind of battle, but also like he’d won the war. “so, it’ll happen more than once? you’re still going to want me tomorrow?”

“i am,” eijun confirmed. not hesitating for even a single heartbeat. he knew this in his very core. he would want you tomorrow, and spurred on, encouraged by the alcohol in his system, he confessed. “i’m still going to love you tomorrow.”

the look in your eye was enticing. enthralling. enchanting even. compelling, and drawing eijun in. having held himself off from kissing you again for what felt like an eternity, and it had been torture. holding off was torture. it would be okay for him to kiss you, right? just one kiss. righ— your hand came to rest on his chest, stopping him from closing the distance entirely, and pushing him back against the bed. a glimmer flashed in your eye as you smiled softly, nestling under the covers, put your head on his chest and said;

“love me tomorrow.”

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

[omikki]

Commissions are open!!!

I've written for Bridgerton, Marauders, Stranger Things, Star Wars, Total Drama Cobra Kai, My Hero Academia,Percy Jackson and Zoey 101

I am open to writing for Haikyuu, Daiya no Ace, Kuroko no Basket, pretty much any fandom if you give me enough context❤️❤️❤️

I am pretty open with writing anything<3 nothing involving piss or scat, dead dove is a grey area, depending on what specifically you'd want in that genre, and ofc smut, angst,fluff and everything in-between is okay! Just message me your request with the trope, ship/characters, fandom and we'll work from there! $5/$10 a fic depending on it's contents and how long it is

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Doujinshi release! Daiya no ace - SanaRai!

Happy Valentine's Day! To celebrate, we have some adorable Sanarai fluff! Click here to read Happy Life <3

Artist: Aoichi (Miyada Yoru)

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My KuraMiyu Exchange 2023 gift for @/teahex, featuring hurt/comfort, sickfic, fantasy AU (with Blacksmith Miyuki and Glassblower Kuramochi), minor angst, fluff, two art pieces, roughly 830 words, and happy endings (because I'm physically incapable of not letting them be happy).

And the first time in close to twenty years that I shared any of my writing with anyone, let alone publish it haha. I'm very nervous about it, and about drawing hurt/comfort, but I also enjoyed working on this and am proud of what I was able to do in the end (while fighting an illness too!), and I sincerely hope you like it, tea and anyone/everyone else who might see this. I'll also share the art and story below (with part 2 under a cut) in case anyone would prefer this tumblr post to AO3.

And the exchange's collection can be found here! Please check it out if you like kuramiyu, everyone did an amazing job!!

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glass and steel

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Part 1: fragmented

“Hurry up and get better, Miyuki. Things aren’t the same without you.”

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Part 2: whole

he’s missed this

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(some time after the first image)

Youichi walked past the path leading towards Miyuki’s home. He knew in his heart where he’d find the blacksmith, and it wouldn’t be in those quiet rooms. Enough time had passed while he’d been away on business, and his friend had already been restless well before he’d left. He’d be in the forge now, Youichi was sure of it. He just hoped the stubborn bastard had kept his promise and waited until he’d fully recovered beforehand.

His suspicions were confirmed as he neared the forge, the air getting warmer and filling with the sounds of life and movement; the scrape of metal on stone or metal, gravel crunching underfoot, air being forced out of a bellows. Before entering the forge properly, Youichi took a brief moment to close his eyes and take in a fortifying breath, readying himself for whatever state Miyuki might be in. And instantly felt a weight lift when he finally saw him.

There was a flush on Miyuki’s face and sweat on his brow, but there was no sign of fatigue or weakness. His movements were smooth, his breathing even, his face and body full of life. He hadn’t yet noticed Youichi standing near the entrance, and Youichi took another moment to observe him, marveling and relieved to see him up and about and comfortable in his skin again. Not struggling with aching bones and muscle. Things hadn’t been the same for a good while, and Youichi felt as if he himself could breathe easier now.

Miyuki turned from the bellows and noticed him, and his smile grew, his face becoming more alive. “Hey, I know I’m a sight for sore eyes, but say something, Mochi, don’t just stand there. How long have you been there?”

Youichi shrugged. “Not long. It’s good to see you up and about.”

Miyuki’s grin became wry. “It’s good to be up and about.” He wiped the sweat from his brow and neck. “I swear, if I had to wait much longer…” His thought trailed away though, and a small frown marred his brow as another thought came to him. “Wait, you said you’d be home sooner. What happened?”

He seemed to study Youichi in a new light, looking for any injuries or signs of trouble, concern clear. He knew that Youichi always kept his word if he could help it, and Youichi hadn’t meant to be away long. Hadn’t meant to be away during the last of Miyuki’s recovery. But some things couldn’t be predicted and Youichi waved away his concerns, saying that there were more delays than he’d expected, both on and off the roads. It’d been out of his hands. And it hadn’t helped that he’d had to track down his last customer and give him a piece of his mind when he’d canceled his commission before leaving.

As he finished talking about his trip Youichi took the finished commission out of his pocket and looked at it ruefully. It was a small delicate glass bird, wings in flight, and despite the miniscule imperfection in one wing and what his former customer had said, he was proud of it.

Then Miyuki was stepping closer to get a clearer look, gently reaching out for it. Youichi let him take it, and watched as he carefully studied it. “I hope you gave him hell. It’s beautiful, Mochi.” The blacksmith flashed Youichi a grin, and walked over to one of the forge’s windows to carefully set the bird on the sill, safely away from any tools.

Youichi closed his hand and lowered it to his side as he watched Miyuki and the bird. His chest felt tight. Then Miyuki was back, gripping his shoulder strongly, strong enough that one wouldn’t think he’d ever been injured if they hadn’t known better. He was grinning again.

“Come on, I could use your help with some stuff.”

He started walking over to the work he’d abandoned, already expecting him to follow, and Youichi felt both the need to protest and the need to follow him. “You do know that people usually ask for help instead of just expecting it to happen, right? I could be busy.”

Miyuki grinned at him over his shoulder, said, “But you aren’t.” He picked up a tool and beckoned Youichi with it. “Get over here already. It’s been too long since we worked together, and you’ll like this project. I guarantee it.”

And Youichi can’t say no. He already has his tools with him, never took off his work belt or unpacked his bag (and even if he hadn’t had his tools with him, he’d make do, he has before). And he’s missed this, the fire and metal and glass, creating and reshaping things, Miyuki at his side, whole and alight with life. And Miyuki’s right; he’s not busy, he has the time, and it has been too long.

He’s compelled to follow, and does so without any regrets.