#daiya no ace miyuki fanfic

[apparently-artless]

⚾⚾ WEEK #15 OF #WEEKLYDAIYA ⚾⚾

Daiya no Ace Act II - Seto Takuma

[ksketch731]

I read a fic that said Miyuki Kazuya rarely posts on socmed, but when he does he wants to look nice in case Eijun looks at it

so here he is looking.... ✨nice✨

[writing-in-sin]

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE = BIRTH OF THE OMEGAVERSE

Okay, crazy, I know. I got this idea a few years back while thinking up ideas for a MiSawa fic

You know that japanese media tend to mention the low birth rate in their country? I though the outbreak could happened because of an experiment for increase birthrates gone wrong. Originally, it was supposed to help them increase their birthrate but the formula was too volatile for the body that instead of allowing the patient to have children, it turned patient zero into a zombie instead

Its a lot to do with hormones right? So that volatile formula triggered the body out of whack, and patient zero rejected the change so badly that it detorated the body into a rabid zombie. Kinda like what a rut or heat can do but instead of copulation, it made the victims cannibalistic zombies

Then the outbreak happens

Eventually, one of the mains (Miyuki, in this case for that fic idea I had) would be able to fight against the decay and infection. Which in turn, allows what the experiment originally set out to do and change his body to turn him into the first Alpha. The first Omega would eventually be Sawamura (who is mutually in love with Miyuki) after he was willingly bitten by Miyuki. Their mutual feelings is one of the factors that allows Sawamura to change into the 1st Omega

In summary, Japan would eventually siphon a cure (and vaccine/antivirus for the survivors) from Miyuki and Sawamura's blood. Because of that, the population turn into a world of betas. However, over time the cure within the betas will either stay the same or change them into alpha or omega depending the suitability of their original biology like race, blood type, personality, topography and such

So...yeah, that's the gist of my idea

What I'm surprised with though is that I recently found a manga called 'Zombie Hide Sex'. Recent volumes has this kind of curious setup the other readers pointed out that the Zombie apocalypse could be the origin of the omegaverse for the story

And I'm like, huh!? Does that mean I'm not the only one who thought of this possible premise!? Awesome!

Because seriously, how awesome would that be!? 🤩

Anyways, while I'd love to write a MiSawa fic based on this (apparently not as crazy or rare) idea of mine, i think I'd like to write it for an UmeSaku fic

Won't lie, I'd love to see Umemiya as the original Alpha and Sakura as the original Omega

But honestly, I'd love to see more of this possible premise in other fandoms or for other ships too

[heroesfan101]

Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event

5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)

A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).

Word Count: 2.4k

1. Running late to work

Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.

It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.

“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.

Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!

Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.

Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.

“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.

“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.

2. Grocery shopping

Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.

“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”

“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.

“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.

“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”

“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.

“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.

“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.

“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”

“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.

He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.

3. Feeling sick

“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.

“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.

“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.

“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”

His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”

Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”

He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”

You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”

For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.

“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.

“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.

“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.

4. Borrowing Stealing his gift

The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”

He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.

“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”

He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!

“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!” You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.

His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.

“They’re all in the closet!”

And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”

You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”

Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.

It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.

In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”

Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.

Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.

5. Ice cream spills

“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.

“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.

A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.

“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.

Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.

Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.

Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.

“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.

“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.

“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.

1. The thief becomes the victim

Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.

It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.

“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.

“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”

“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.

Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”

The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.

“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.

“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”

“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”

But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.

“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”

He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”

“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.

“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

[saii-kuroo]

this is my favorite fic in the world

by @mangoisms i also love their dc fics

[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.”

[shakirahips]

DAIYA BETA READERS!!!

I need daiya beta readers! I have flung myself back into this fandom LOL

[kinryuuki]

Chapter 17 of "Lay Sunflowers at My Grave" has been posted!

[unbiasedfairysworld]

Imagine a MiSawa fanfic in which Miyuki has to make Sawamura fall in love with baseball again...

[lazuliquetzal]

i want to hear the sports anime manifesto

Okay short version:

My life was a sports anime for a bit, and watching sports anime makes me nostalgic for those days.

Medium version:

The typical shonen sports anime deals with themes of camaraderie, ambition, and the intersections of camaraderie and ambition, which ALWAYS hits me right in the chest.

I'm not an ambitious person by nature, but--you know that one poem floating around on here, the one about the moth that wants nothing more than to fly into the flame, and how it would be nice to feel that kind of all consuming passion? Yeah, that's the feeling I get from sports anime.

And often, for the Team Sports anime, you'll get characters who have nothing in common except that they Love the Same Thing--a friendship/rivalry/(romance) formed on the basis of a shared interest. That's sweet as hell!

And they're super predictable and low stress for me. Very easy to watch! Total popcorn shows. Also I like listening to people infodump about their passions. Someone loved their Sport so much they wrote a whole-ass story about it, so yeah, eat that shit up.

Long version:

The Socioeconomic Inequalities of High School Sports

In high school, I was on a crappy underfunded soccer team (with a healthy dose of sexism) and due to [sports league division reasons] the schools we played against were almost exclusively private schools.

I cannot describe how existential it is to be wearing a hand-me-down formerly white-turned-disgusting-gray uniform that's at least five years old when playing against a team that gets brand new windbreakers every season.

(If you've read AAB, YES this is where my obsession with the windbreakers comes from.)

(Hilariously, the guys team got windbreakers but we didn't.)

(I am not over the fucking windbreakers.)

But anyway, when you're constantly losing to private schools you get this fucking complex about it.

This should come as no surprise but like. People with the time and resources to practice their Thing get good at their Thing.

Playing pick up soccer at the park is practice. Playing rec league soccer is organized, repeated practice.

Playing competitive club soccer is all of that, plus a coach who knows How To Coach and What The Sport Is, plus you get morale-boosting uniforms and the chance to play with and against other skilled players. So you're exposed to a lot more, and thus, you learn a lot more.

Competitive club soccer is also Expensive. Rich kids get good.

There's a reason why the "Powerhouse School" is a thing in sports anime, because it's a thing in real life. People with leisure time and money get to invest in their sports development, and everyone else gets left behind in the dust. It's basically a microcosm of capitalism.

The underdog sports story is (quite tragically) bootstraps propaganda. All you have to do is be really good and work really hard and have A LOT OF PASSION to get good at your sport! The cream rises to the top! This is a meritocracy! Let's ignore all the other factors that go into an individual's development as an athlete!

(My brother got scouted for club soccer as a kid. He actually went to tryouts and got offered a spot and a scholarship and everything, but there's SO many hidden fees after the initial registration. Uniforms, equipment, travel and accommodation, tournaments, plus like, the time sink, so we never signed him up. And equipment-wise, soccer is one of the cheapest sports you can play--just imagine the price for something like baseball or hockey.)

In sports anime, there is no reform. There is no revolution.

But sports anime isn't really about that. It's about the narratives we create when we convince ourselves that we deserve to win.

(You know what I mean. Every billionaire is convinced they're some sort of heroic underdog. The same exact kind of 'working your way up' narrative.)

Sports anime is like, the uncomplicated power fantasy of playing the game. It's a world where you are rewarded for your hard work, because it's narratively satisfying. It's a world where it's safe to want things, because you have the exact same chances as the private school kids.

I used to be an obnoxiously competitive child. Then I got all my competition beaten out of me by 3 straight years of constant losing in my clownagerie of a high school soccer team (affectionate). I am going to admit that experience made me a better person and I would not trade it for anything, but I also had to like, relearn how to want things. And maybe real life is not as equal opportunity as the world of sports anime, but I think it's good to want things.

Of course, the winner-loser dichotomy makes sense in sports because of the inherent nature of competition, but it doesn't make sense in stuff like society and economics because that's like, competing over the right to live. That's where the capitalism metaphor ends,

Does sports anime actually go into the socioeconomic inequalities of sports? No. Of course not. Giant Killing never got a season 2.

But it is something I think about when I write sports anime fic. Even if it's not the point, it influences my characterization. The ego of a prodigy character in a shitty sports program is different from the ego of a prodigy character in a rich kid sports program. I am obligated to my amateur attempts to capture the complexities of the high school sports environment in my fanfiction because I am fucking insane I had a specific high school sports experience and they do say to write what you know.

[hannahhbic]

Howdy folks, I just posted “ain’t it a picture”, a kuramiyu fic in a western AU. Aka yeehaw krmy.

Here’s the link and the tags!

Tags: Trans Miyuki Kazuya, Alternate Universe - Western, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, inappropriate use of the song wonderwall, Kissing Cowboys, Porn with Feelings, thigh riding, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Clothed Sex, Aged-Up Character(s), Love Confessions, Blow Jobs, Enthusiastic Consent, fellas is it gay to yeehaw into your right hand man’s mouth

[aliavarrin]

Chapters: 17/?

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

Rating: Teens And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Characters: Sawamura Eijun, Miyuki Kazuya, Kuramochi Youichi, Kominato Haruichi, Furuya Satoru, Yuuki Tetsuya, Takigawa Chris Yuu, Kominato Ryousuke, Kawakami Norifumi, Isashiki Jun, Tanba Kouichirou, Fujiwara Takako, Kataoka Tesshin, Yoshikawa Haruno, Yui Kaoru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy MMO-Like World, Magic, Swords, Raids, Dungeons, Japan Set in a Medieval-Fantasy World, Classes Decided By Baseball Positions, Gaming Lingo, Friendship, Didn’t plan on making this MiyuSawa, But that is where my brain is taking it, Light Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, WIP, Not Beta Read

Eijun ducked a neon green glob as it flew toward his face. On immediate contact with the ground, the acid hissed as fumes rose from the slow-spreading puddle. While he may have avoided one, Eijun still had to jump over another spot of toxic ooze. This wasn't anything new, however, as a good portion of the floor now had a rancid layer of acid. The toxic puddles themselves had quickly grown to be a problem with how frequently they were shot out from all orifices of the toads.   The battle initially began nice and organized, per usual. They divided into teams to focus on each toad. Miyuki and Yui made first contact with their designated boss as the whole team began the assault to whittle the damned things down. The melee struggled quite a bit, what with the natural poisonous slime that coated the toad's bumpy flesh, causing any who made direct contact to suffer from their toxin. Eijun spent a good portion of time bouncing around from melee to melee, in an attempt to cleanse them all repeatedly.

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[sugawraaa]

Chapters : 1/1

Words : 8,182

Rating: Explicit

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: Alternate Universe - College/University, Established Relationship, First Time, Anal Fingering, Biting, Blow Jobs, Making Out, Fluff and Smut, Top Miyuki Kazuya/Bottom Sawamura Eijun, Top Sawamura Eijun/Bottom Miyuki Kazuya, yes this is both a misawa and sawami fic

Summary: Eijun made loving so easy. It was no effort to want to check in on how his day was, or breathe deeply into the crook of his neck after a long, tiring day; catalogue cafés to take him to; memorise the contours of his back and the shape of his hips. It was like a blink, or a heartbeat — it was a constant automated instinct of survival to love him and want him because Eijun was so good in all he did or said, and it was all the more heightened by getting his love back.

[miyumih4]

Idole Eijun and Pro baseball player Miyuki have been dating for a long time but no one know other than lose friends and family. And there’s rumors of course, they spend a lot of time together, often spotted at either a baseball game or at a concert and people wonder..

Are they dating or not? But neither confirm nor deny. They’re respecting pr team aren’t saying anything either and always refuse to answer any questions about them.

But then … they get engaged.. and for them it seems like the right time to share themselves with the world and so Eijun who had been working on a new album decides to share a song he never thought of sharing at first bc it didn’t seems fitting …

But it does now, so they used personal videos of them growing up together, first when they were just friends back in high school to them falling in love in friends photos or videos .. to their life together, videos of their cats, of them acting silly in their house or shouting, singing for each others at games/concerts. Wearing each other Merch and so on.

And at the end of it there’s a video of Eijun proposing to Miyuki, surrounded by their family and friends in their house.

“I said remember this feeling

I passed the pictures around

Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines

Wishing for right now”

A little bit (it’s a lie it’s a lot) inspired by Long Live (Tv) ahah

[queenofmoons67]

When Eijun finds out his parents and grandfather were killed, he decides to take up their old mantle of "King,"

or,

In which Eijun becomes a superhero, and maybe finds love along the way.

[p3rs0nne]

Furuya is a bigger problem than Miyuki, fanfic writers