#daiya no ace fluff

[prettyiwa]

Prince!Miyuki Kazuya x Knight!F!Reader Summary: An invitation to a royal wedding in the south demands your presence alongside your prince. Before the trek, Prince Kazuya thought of you as a friend and a knight and little else—you were his dedicated Foxglove Knight. A conversation earlier in the week centered around the concept of love, a concept which Kazuya has not been able to stop thinking of, it seems. Words: 1830 a/n: @owoasis has been talking to me about BLL again and I miss it dearly. Here's a scene I wrote like, a year back. Also, very special shoutout to @ceenthesis who shared this amazing art for this fic! 💜💜

You’ve been taking too long—much longer than Kazuya would have anticipated. On occasion, you’ve taken longer to prepare yourself, but you’ve never made him wait more than a few minutes. It’s erring on rude. If you don’t hurry, you’ll both be late to the feast.

Is it like this for Omae? Outside of Nao’s soon-to-be wife, you and Princess Omae are some of the only women in formal attendance. He’s seen your taste in garments for formal events, and he can’t imagine what would make tonight different. Watching as not one but two different attendants leave your quarters worries him.

Perhaps you’ve fallen ill? Everyone’s feeling the exhaustion from the games, so perhaps the end of the hunt meant the end of your strength. Perhaps you’re more human than you care to admit, and perhaps you need a rest, too.

The door slides open and he’s prepared a remark for you and—

Oh.

The air rushes out of his lungs and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his palms, a tingle he doesn’t know how to control. His face is noticeably warmer and he definitely feels hot where the collar of his coat sits on his neck. 

He wants—

That he wants anything astounds him, but here he is, wanting.

It makes sense why you needed the additional time and why you needed the assistance of attendants, why you didn’t come to him for help.

He cannot imagine a scenario wherein you would have asked the royal seamstresses to craft you such an elegant gown, one that doesn’t allow for protective layers whatsoever. If anything, this seems an elaborate set up by Isashiki and a private commission to manufacture a romantic scenario to rival those he reads. The bodice clings to you, velvet highlighting your natural figure to the sash tied around your waist. And you, in his royal blue.

You look otherworldly, a lady fit for court rather than plate armor. It’s difficult to believe only hours ago, you were by his side, covered in mud with that look in your eye as the boar charged you both. And yet…

Shuffling uncomfortably, you rub your hands together before intertwining your fingers in a rare display of—well, he doesn’t know what to call it. He’s never seen you so… out of your element. But, for being out of your element, you look incredible.

“My prince. Surely there isn’t time for you to gawk at me. I believe we’re close to impropriety with our tardiness.”

“Gawk— I’m not—gawk?!”

“Come now.” Your smile is sheepish as you say it, eyes briefly meeting his before looking away.

It’s unusual to hear such a command from you in such a state, voice wrapping around the words with an eagerness for the night to be done. He’s suddenly wishing the night would continue. Will you wear something similar for the wedding tomorrow?

“I believe I should be escorting you tonight, not the other way around,” he says, half in jest, half with the desire to reach out and touch. His smile grows as he extends his arm, watching as you look at it before resigning yourself to his offer. 

If only for tonight, you look uncomfortable with his attention.

You fit into his side easily, if not entirely too stiff. Tonight is unfamiliar for you, enough that it has him biting his tongue, stopping most jokes as they come to mind, wishing instead to distract you and set you at ease.

“Have you seen how garish Mei’s regalia is? It seems he’s forgotten that he’s a guest tonight,” Kazuya starts, leading you towards the Lodge, remembering the white fabric with red and gold accents. Startling attire in most formal settings, much less a regal wedding in the middle of wetlands. You smile and breathe out a laugh, but it’s not quite there yet. “If that’s what he wears to the wedding of a friend, I’m curious as to what he would wear at his own wedding.”

“It’s quite the shame that you would never find out.”

“That it is. Not unless relations between our nations evolved that I would be safe attending, but I doubt that we’ll see such an outcome in my lifetime.”

“I made mention of this to Archduke Hongou—”

“When did you speak to the archduke?” Mention of the leader in the northern islands sets him on edge, though he cannot place why.

“My prince, you watched—”

“Watched?” Beside him, you laugh at his incredulous tone. “What, pray tell, did I watch? I cannot recall such a time you spoke to him. You don’t mean during the duels?”

Relaxed, you feel loose by his side. Pliable, he would venture, though he cannot know for certain. This exchange, this needling, remains much more comfortable for you than the rest of what this night holds.

You aren’t given a chance to answer, not when reaching the Great Lodge, not when everyone turns to see the last to arrive, eyes lingering. Lingering on you or him, he doesn’t know, nor does he know whether they linger because of the attire or the timing. Their attention undoes what he’s spent the last couple minutes doing in a matter of seconds, but he won’t give you time to dwell on that.

Conversations start again, though a few pairs of eyes follow you, it seems. He guides you to the seats, the table next to the first, a sign of the effort he put forth in procuring tonight’s second dish. It’s charming, in an inelegant sort of way, the way you pause as he pulls out your chair, the way you look at him with novel apprehension. But you take your seat beside him, shifting closer once he sits beside you.

This is the comfort of familiarity, nothing more.

You’ve had no more to drink than the first, inescapable for it is a custom of this land’s weddings, but it’s given you enough liquid courage that you’re comfortable moving without him as you are in full gear. The feasting is done and the gifts have been brought out—at least, those consisting of alcohol.

Mei, Shunshin, and Amahisa are speaking around him, but for the life of him, he cannot repeat a word they’ve said in the last five minutes. He can, however, name those who still watch you, now with hungry eyes where there was once only polite interest.

Perhaps not. Perhaps the only hunger is his.

Why does he hunger? It cannot be more than a side effect of visiting these lands. It used to be like this in the past, too, but—

“I told you, he’s not listening.” 

“You clearly know him better than I, Narumiya,” Amahisa says, voice pleading. “Do you believe he would mind?”

“Mind?”

“If I asked his companion—”

“His knight?” Mei laughs, uninhibited and not because of the alcohol. “What was her title? ‘Foxglove?’”

It’s the mention of your knightly title that earns Kazuya’s attention, forcing his attention away from you for but a moment. “What about my Foxglove Knight?”

Mei smiles with a single brow raised, smug and triumphant, his expression unchanging as he returns his gaze to Amahisa. “Kazuya doesn’t have a say in this. If you wish to dance with her, you must ask her. He cannot determine autonomy for her.”

“I’m aware of that, but I don’t wish to step on any toes—”

“You won’t be,” Kazuya says, standing with surprising fluidity given how the room spins as he does. Even as he speaks, he cannot look away from you, cannot miss the smile you give Harada or the way you turn to look at the archduke. All he knows is that he cannot bear another moment with this ugly twisting, clawing heat, eager to burst from behind his rib cage.

Amahisa’s words fade away, as does Mei’s sharp laugh, and the archduke is the first to take notice of Kazuya’s approach, excusing himself and returning to Renji’s side. Harada looks between you and Kazuya, eyes catching on something over Kazuya’s shoulders before sighing, deep and exasperated, as he does when following Mei.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

You’re the last one to notice, eyes following the hulking form of what should be your rival. When you take notice of Kazuya, you do so without a single drop of admonishment. No hint of self-rebuke for not noticing sooner. No change in expression, either. Except—

Ah.

You smile.

You smile and the musicians change the tempo and the song is much more… subtle. Encouraging, whereas the last was overtly jovial.

“My prince?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Well, yes. Sir Harada promised to share with me the secret to his flaming sword.”

“Did he now?”

“He did. The archduke was quite curious, too, and Sir Harada seemed to have no qualms about sharing the information.”

“You don’t say.”

Your smile falters, dropping almost imperceptibly. 

“Is there something you wish from me?” you ask, stepping closer, brows stitching together only slightly, concern starting to interrupt your pleasance.

“Dance with me.”

His request startles you as much as it does him. “My… my prince?”

He doesn’t even like dancing. Why did he say that? More pressing, why does he feel this way?

“I asked you to dance with me.”

Why does he want to dance at all?

“You most certainly did not ask.”

No, that’s not right. He doesn’t want to dance.

“I did.”

Not by himself, anyway. And not, it would seem, with anyone else.

“My prince,” you breathe with a grin. Comfortable, familiar. “That was a command. You’re attempting to command me to dance with you.”

But he wishes to dance with you.

“I did not mean it as such.”

At least once tonight.

“You may not mean it as such, but you tried nonetheless.”

Please.

“Then how’s this,” he starts, taking your hand in his before he bows, a proper request. “Will you dance with me, my lady?”

“Lady? That’s a bit strong.” You look away from him, unable to keep his gaze, though he looks not away. Despite this, you do not remove your hand from his.

“Is it?”

“Since when have I been a ‘lady?’” When you face him again, your smile drops. He remembers the comments the others made throughout the week, questioning your lack of nobility and wondering aloud how you obtained your appointment as his personal guard.

“Since tonight. Tonight, you are not my knight. You are my companion. My lady.” His words don’t change much for you—they never have—but you’re so dangerously close to giving him what he desires. “Please dance with me.”

“My prince…” You pull at his hand, bidding him to stand and face you properly. 

“I wish to dance with you, Foxglove.”

He doesn’t need to hear it, but his heart nearly stops when you adjust your hand in his, stepping closer so he may hold you for a waltz. Your smile reflects none of the uncertainties you felt a moment before, achingly soft and just for him.

“As you wish.”

Daiya no Ace Masterlist

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- Honey! Sawamura & more x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: September 30th, 2024

Description: Can you do daiya hcs for eijun, Miyuki, and mochi, what names and nicknames they call their s/o and what they like to be called

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

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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

[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]

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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."

[skyroenrie]

Shared Umbrella

Pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G

Word count: 1.5k

Alternate Universe, One shot

Synopsis: For the first time, Kazuya is so close to his favourite person.

He let’s out a heavy sigh, it is quite a downpour outside. The clouds are so dark if he didn’t know what time it currently is, he will definitely thought it’s already evening.

He still have three more classes, and he is hoping that by the end of it, the rain has already stopped.

With one last sigh, he turns his focus back on his teacher as the rain continues to shower the earth.

Later that day, Kazuya fights the urge to groan in dismay, the rain still hasn’t stop, and though it is not pouring as heavily as it did earlier, it is still impossible for him not to go home a little wet.

Without much of a choice, the fifth grader opens his backpack and takes out his umbrella.

He would rather not stay in school for long, some of his friends might spot him and drag him in their shenanigans.

He opens his umbrella and walks out into the rain, away from the protection that the school buildings alcove provides him from the rain.

He takes about five steps when someone runs towards him, taking shelter under his umbrella, startling Kazuya in the process.

He frowns.

Fixing his glasses and mouth opens to berate whoever it is that decides it will be fine to run into his umbrella built to fit just one kid.

If it’s Youichi or Mei, he will definitely push them away.

When he turns to his right though, he is not expecting a familiar mop of brown hair. He is expecting green or maybe blond... maybe even red, pink or black.

But definitely not brown.

Kazuya is not expecting their neighbour and fourth grader Sawamura Eijun to duck under his umbrella.

The younger boy is currently clutching the straps of his backpack tightly, with droplets of rain on his hair.

The boy looks up at him, eyes bright in that brilliant shade of gold and offering a small shy and apologetic smile.

It is obvious that he doesn’t have his umbrella with him.

Kazuya doesn’t have the heart to push him away, cheeks warm and hand getting a little clammy.

He says nothing, looking ahead of him as he continues to walk, in a much slower pace than normal so that Eijun won’t be left behind.

For the first time, Kazuya is so close to his favourite person.

Under one umbrella... the two of them, strangely, fits just right.

“The rain is not stopping...” Eijun says, eyes glued on the ground.

Kazuya nods his head, before inwardly grimacing when he realizes that Eijun is not looking at him so he lets out a small grunt. He don’t want Eijun to think that he is being ignored and that he is an ‘unapproachable kid’ just like what Mei – Eijun’s cousin – keeps on telling him.

He looks at his companion and tips his umbrella slightly to the right, making sure that Eijun’s arm will not get wet.

The younger boy smiling up brightly at him and moving a bit closer.

His hands clutching on Kazuya’s arm as he shivers a little.

Kazuya looks away, feeling his cheeks heating up more.

Kazuya could still remember the day when he first met Eijun. He is on his third grade that time, and Mei, his so called best friend introduces him to his cousin who is a transferee from a school somewhere in Nagano.

Kazuya has never met someone so bright before; not Mei with his blond hair, not Youichi with his leafy green hair, or the Kominato’s bubbly pink hair, or even Katsuyuki’s red hair.

Eijun is a different kind of bright.

He is loud, but Kazuya thinks that his loud mouth fits his bright personality perfectly.

With his beautiful golden eyes, wide toothy grin and cheerful laughter, Eijun is so bright yet warm Kazuya couldn’t help but admire him.

He is so delighted when he finds out a week after that the younger boy lives two houses ahead of him.

But they never get to interact much, not even when their mothers are together for a tea, or their fathers bonding over chess or shogi and cars.

Even at school, he rarely sees the boy, for Eijun is always surrounded by a group of children who are taken in by the brightness that he emits.

So no matter how much he wants to spend some time with the other boy, the universe, for whatever reason, just won’t permit.

And, well... yes, he does have a crush on the other boy.

A painfully embarrassing experience for him when his dearest mother finds out, and his father not helping in the slightest.

Kazuya take a glance on the boy, just an inch or so shorter than him. Wondering what thoughts are running right now in Eijun’s pretty head.

He could feel the butterflies in his tummy performing various gymnastic stunts, maybe even competing vigorously with one another.

He opens his mouth, wanting to say something... but nothing comes out.

He gulps, he really should say something.

Otherwise, Eijun will think he’s really boring.

He wants to tell the other boy how much he likes him, and maybe they can become close friends just like their parents.

Play and watch baseball together... “Uhm... Ei-kun, you know...”

“Hmm?”

“Wow...” he suddenly thinks “His eyes are really pretty... and bright and dazzling.” Kazuya once again can’t find the words to say.

For someone who has no problem talking back with mean older kids and making witty comebacks on his friends, Kazuya sure is tongue-tied when Eijun is in front of him.

He looks away and shakes his head, “Nothing,” he mumbles “Nothing at all."

Eijun tilts his head, confusion evident but he decides it’s no use insisting the other boy what he wants to say.

He clutches on his arms tightly, but not overly so, as they continue to walk back home. Kazuya’s umbrella their only shelter from the rain.

Kazuya glances at the other boy again, he’s strangely quiet, not that he minds, it’s just rare to find him not talking about random things or laughing about something.

He looks at the sky, hoping that the rain will continue to pour down.

Not wanting this rare moment to end.

Wanting to spend more time with the other boy, maybe... talk about random stuffs, like baseball... or the latest episode of Doraemon.

Maybe they can both laugh at Youichi’s unfortunate incident earlier, or Kenta accidentally swallowing an apple seed and panicking because he thought it’ll grow inside his tummy.

He can also spill about Mei getting into trouble and Masa-nii coming to bail him out of it, or about how cool Tetsu-nii and Chris-nii are.

“We’re almost home...” Eijun voices out.

Ah... the time is not on his side it seems.

And the rain... the rain is almost coming to a stop.

“Un,” is his only response. Mind and mouth still unable to cooperate.

Today is a rare chance, yet, Kazuya is unable to take advantage of it.

He wish that tomorrow, it will rain again.

And that Eijun will forget to bring umbrella again.

Maybe then, maybe they will be able to talk about a lot of things.

Maybe then he will finally be able to tell the other boy that he likes him, that he is his favourite person and wishes to be friends with him.

Kazuya let out a small sigh, it feels like the passing rain is laughing at him. Making fun of him for failing to take advantage of this rare oppurtunity to get close to the bright boy.

And as they come closer to Eijun’s house and rain stops, Kazuya wishes from the bottom of his heart that it will rain again tomorrow.

Letting go of Kazuya’s arm, Eijun smiled at Kazuya, bright and golden and warm the latter can’t look away.

“Thank you for today, Miyuki Kazuya! Laters!” He told him before ducking out of the umbrella and running the small distance to their house, leaving Kazuya looking after him.

A small smile graces Kazuya’s features, he closes his umbrella and adjusts his glasses. The butterflies in his tummy are still competing in gymnastics, his cheeks still feels warm and hands still clammy.

The spot on his right arm where Eijun have been clutching him tingles with warmth.

Tomorrow... if it rains again, and hopefully it will, Kazuya will make sure to properly communicate, so they can talk about a lot of things while walking home together in the rain, under his umbrella.

— — — — —

Omake

Eijun peeks through the door, watching as Kazuya walks away before softly closing the door.

Leaning on the door, he opens his backpack, staring at his yellow folding umbrella. A soft blush dusting his cheeks as a small smile blooms on his face.

“I hope it rains again tomorrow.”

He just hopes that his Mei-nii didn’t saw, or he will definitely tease him about his little crush.

“Under one umbrella

I can't honestly convey my hidden feelings

Please don't let this end

The passing rain is telling me to hurry

Love in the rain for the two who came closer”

Aiai Gasa - Tegomass

[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.

[kazvha]

A little gift for you - spring event [CLOSED!]

It's been a year since I started this blog, so I'm doing this little event to celebrate!🥂

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Rules!

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-> I'll write short headcanons for you and a character I match you up with, and I'll also mention 2 runner-up characters.

Send me an ask in which you introduce yourself and choose 1-3 fandoms from the list below (pls put the fandoms in order of favorite to least favorite). You can tell me e.g. about your personality, your mbti, your pronouns, likes & dislikes, hobbies, fun facts, goals, what you're attracted to, age range, what you look for in a relationship, your love language, etc. Whatever you feel comfortable sharing!

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Send me an ask in which you state:

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Gintama: Gintoki, Katsura, Takasugi, Sakamoto, Hijikata

Hunter x Hunter: Hisoka, Chrollo, Illumi

Fire Force: Benimaru

Feel free to ask if you have any questions! This is my first time doing something like this, feedback is always appreciated.

[prettyiwa]

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- Dating Miyuki & Kuramochi

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Recovery date: September 16th, 2024

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Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I can't wait for the next season, i miss my boys.

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Miyuki Kazuya

Be patient with him

For a lot of reasons, the first being baseball comes first

Which means school comes first cause he has to keep his grades up

Do not let him put you above his well being, because he will

The second reason is, it’s Miyuki, he’s bad at feelings

The only reason he asked you out was because Kuramochi threatened to tell you

So he tries to play it cool, asks you to study with him

If the other second years could have recorded it they would have

I say second year, because you kind of end up playing mediator during the Captain fiasco

It’s actually your first fight as a couple

Anyways, your dates are always practical; having lunch together at school, studying together when you can

He may not say it often, but he appreciates you

There aren’t any expectations with you, if he falls asleep during your study date you won’t say anything

Not sure if the Seidou dorms have a kitchen he can use, but if it does he cooks for you

That’s his main way of expressing his gratitude and love

Kuramochi Yoichi

Your friendship becomes so comfortable everyone just assumes you’re dating

So of course Miyuki makes a joke and spills the beans

Kuramochi is so caught up in trying to kill his friend that you don’t end up talking about it until lunch the next day

Because he barely beat the bell, sliding into his seat beside you

His leg was bouncing all morning, and he kept looking over at you

You slipped him a note telling him to relax, and he took that as a good sign

This is probably start of second year

Like Miyuki, baseball comes first

He feels bad, but you’re understanding and point out that everyone thought you were dating before

So it wasn’t likely much would change

Brags about having a partner to Sawamura

He’s the only one it will get a reactions out of

Confides in you about Ryou’s injury, he just needs you to listen

Offers to beat people up for you, he won’t actually, but it becomes a running joke

Someone didn’t return a pencil? He can put them in a choke hold

Pretty good at expressing his gratitude and love for you, even though it flusters him

[lazuliquetzal]

thanks @bobafett for the tag i love tag games SO much

How many works do you have on AO3? 38! Huh! I don't know what I expected? (If you wanna be exact, it's actually 41 because I have 3 joke fics posted anonymously.)

What’s your total AO3 word count? 653,468

What fandoms do you write for? Whatever I'm into at the moment? Right now it's God of War. Earlier it was Linked Universe. Before that it was Daiya no Ace. But I'm not particularly loyal, it's literally just whatever idea that manages to stick.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Reflection -- a classic AA Batteries -- my beloved Dawn of the Fourth -- *evil cackling* ain't no rest for the wicked -- oh my god do people still click on this Denial and Deterioration -- I SWEAR I'M STILL WORKING ON IT I ACTUALLY ADDED TO THE DOC LIKE 3 DAYS AGO

Do you respond to comments? I try to! I try to catch every comment, but if a fic is on the older side and the comment isn't super long, I sometimes don't reply. Not because I don't like the comment (i love all comments i love you all) but because if a fic is not fresh in my brain I don't have much to say

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? DO NOT READ IT, but it's the shadows we cast. I was fifteen. I'm not linking it on here. It's still on my AO3 because I'm not a coward, but I'm also not very brave, so like, don't read my high school fic, you've been warned.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Candid? That one is SUPER fluffy, which is not normally my style, but you know, sometimes you just gotta flex your fluff muscles,

Do you get hate on fics? Eh, not really. I've gotten a few negative comments, but mostly from FFN, and I honestly don't even count those lol.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? No. I genuinely wouldn't even know where to begin.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nah, crossovers aren't my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have seen a fic that was very blatantly referencing one of mine, but I don't really consider that stealing.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Does the absolutely insane crack fic written on the tail end of a 29-hour voice call count?

What’s your all time favorite ship? Hmm. I read a lot of Merthur, but that's mostly because the Merlin fandom tends to be really good, and therefore there's a lot of good Merthur (although I do like Merthur a lot, super Shakespearean, only valid soulmate pairing I've ever seen).

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? If I abandon a fic, I'm going to make an announcement. If I haven't officially abandoned it, it's still fair game. That said, Replication is like, on the lowest of low priorities.

What are your writing strengths? It comes with absorbing plot structure into your personality, but yeah, I'm a kick ass plotter. Also comedy. That also comes with the plot structure.

What are your writing weaknesses? Atmosphere/description. Worldbuilding. Also to a lesser extent, character voice -- I feel like I eventually default to everyone just sounding like me

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Depends on context, but it's always through the lens of "how does this effect the experience for the reader?"

First fandom you wrote for? I wrote a Star Wars fanfic when I was like, 9. First fanfiction on PURPOSE was for PJO.

Favorite fic you’ve written? I think the best thing I've written so far is DotF, but my favorite is probably The Disappearance of Narumiya Mei. WHICH I'M ALSO STILL WORKING ON, life just got REALLY WEIRD and I had to take a step back from it RIP

Tagging @tavina-writes, @ellie-tarts, @lieutenantbiscute, @aoryuucchi, @bytebun, @mimbotomy (no pressure if you don't want to!) and of course anyone who feels like doing this

[koushuwu]

*:･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 ♡

[kiro-sveta]

Returning Home

Happy holidays, @mirak94!! Thank you for the wonderful prompts, I had so much fun creating this for you! And am wishing you well, and hope you're having a wonderful season so far! 💗

For the miyumei discord server's mini gift exchange 2022, and the collection can be found here!

And the prompts I used for this are: established relationship, future AU, forehead kiss, holding hands, "Sorry I kept you waiting", sharing clothes (kinda), and reunion at the airport.

Hope you all have a very happy holiday!

[sugawraaa]

Chapters : 1/1

Words : 7,012

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

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

Additional Tags: Sports Swap, Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Making Out, Minor Injuries, Fencing, Judo, fencer!eijun, judoka!miyuki, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Getting Together, Sharing Clothes, Kinda