#daiya x reader

[kazuyummy]

🌴 POSITIONS - MIYUKI KAZUYA X READER

in which your husband kazuya takes you on a vacation to a five-star tropical resort and fucks you any chance he gets.

tw: alcohol, penetrative sex about: afab!reader, mentions of genitalia. no plot and tbh barely any characterization, just pure smut and tropical vacay vibes!! 🏝

note: anything in blue is a link to an image (the ones in the titles are nsfw so open at your own risk) but not necessary for reading - just something to help imagine the positions you and kazuya are in and show where my inspirations came from.

cover pic: sato_1_11 on danbooru

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in the morning

waking up next to miyuki kazuya with an ocean breeze rustling through your windows, the smell of saltwater filling your nose, and rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains are enough to make you think you've died and found paradise. it's as if time has slowed here - no reason not to blink your eyes slowly; take deep breaths; stretch your limbs out past silk covers as if they were moving through water. your lover rouses beside you, instinctively turning over to snuggle closer.

"mmm, you smell like pineapple."

you giggle, "i don't normally use hotel shampoo, but this resort? they're spoiling me even more than you do, kazuya."

"well, well. we can't have that, can we?"

you shriek in laughter as he begins nibbling at your neck and earlobe, covering you in kisses. he hooks a leg over your already nude form to prevent you from avoiding his affections as you roll to your side, arms stretched above your head.

you purr as he reaches around, brushing your clit and snaking down to find you already wet. his other arm finds one of your outstretched ones, locking fingers and giving you a squeeze.

"fuckin' beautiful. i get to wake up to this every morning 'til i die."

he continues his onslaught onto your neck, and you're getting impatient, beginning to rut your hips. it's not that neither of you are into foreplay - usually quite the opposite, actually - but you both just love an early morning sidefuck, to be blunt. the way his body moulds into yours, how your legs tangle, and the way your orgasm feels when half-asleep, waking you up and making you want to fall into slumber in his arms all the same.

"kazuya, i'm close." he shifts his leg so that he's driving into you further, hand supporting the back of your thigh as he fills you with his load, biting and kissing whatever he can as you both recede from your highs, like waves after they crash on the shore.

between peppered kisses and sweet 'i love you's, you take your time getting ready for the rest of the day ahead. ☁︎

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in the afternoon

coming back from brunch and drinks at the swim-up bar leaves you wanting a catnap - but not without leaving you and your dearest satisfied, of course. with your swimsuit still on, you decide to take a short dip in your private pool as kazuya eyes you from his towel laid out onto the deck.

you've just emerged from under the water, flipping your hair back mermaid-style, which splashes him a bit in the process. he gives you a playful frown - you know he can't do much since you have the upper hand being in the water. so he resorts to his words and coos,

"gonna get me worked up every time i see you in that bikini, sweetheart."

"oh? and what about without it?"

your line's cliché but it's certainly got his full attention - you begin to strip off in the pool, water dripping down your body as you lift yourself out and begin making your way to where he's lying down.

his eyes sparkle amber in the tropical sun, chestnut hair already dried and framing his boyish, mischievous smile. you love the predatory look he wears, eyeing you shamelessly.

you pick up his glass of champagne - an expensive, fruity blend that came in an ice bucket upon your arrival - sipping it up and leaning down to spill it from your mouth into his. it's messy as he sticks his tongue out, eyes half-lidded with droplets running down his cheeks onto the towel. cold water drips from the ends of your hair onto his body, each touch like a small zap to his skin.

in an instant, he's made his way up, tugging his swim trunks down to reveal his thick, waiting cock under a bit of bronze tanline.

his strong arms hoist you up, not even making it back to the room (which might be a blessing for housekeeping and the state of your bed given how soaked you are from the pool) and sitting you on a nearby plush lounge sofa.

he's quick to dive into your folds, nose brushing your clit as he tastes you. his shoulder pushes one thigh apart and his right hand the other - his left hand is busy spreading you open for him. he's always so patient but commanding when eating you out, forearms flexed and eyes looking up into yours whenever he edges you until finally he lets you come, toes curling and his tongue unrelenting.

he doesn't give you a break after you finish, lifting you once more to seat himself under you. you're straddling his outstretched legs, making out with sun-kissed lips and sending shivers down his spine from the cool water still on your skin. you manoeuvre to take in his cock, both of you remaining sat up, foreheads touching and breath mingling.

kazuya takes the half-full glass of champagne from beside you, pouring it slowly down your neck and lapping it up where it collects on your breasts. he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and pulling gently with his teeth.

he has your hips rolling, desperate to milk him. he feels you tighten, his grip around your waist getting stronger as he nears release,

"fuck - fuck, babe. gonna fill your little pussy up, take all of it - fuck!"

his head falls to your shoulder with a groan, pulling back after with a light chuckle when he realizes how sticky you both are - from the sweat, the champagne, and your own emissions.

"guess another dip in the pool is needed - i'm gonna splash you this time, though." ☀︎

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in the middle of the night

walking under a starry sky on the beach in a cute little sundress means that kazuya can barely keep his hands off of you, wanting to spank you every time the dress shows the outline of your ass and resisting the urge to mark your bare collarbone that glows under the moonlight.

you giggle, playfully pushing him away and stumbling a bit as you do so. a couple more fancy cocktails after your small nap earlier have you a bit tipsy again.

"we're in public, babe!"

"and? do you see anyone around? besides, i'm sure you'd love people seeing me bend you over and take you right here."

you try to act nonchalant, but heat makes its way to your cheekbones. you sigh exasperatedly,

"you haven't had enough today, kazuya?"

he takes a handful of your ass and squeezes,

"i dunno, have you?"

he knows he's called your bluff when you let out a small moan that goes right to his crotch.

"didn't think so."

you reach your private resort again, the door threatening to fly off its hinges with the force you use to push it open and drag kazuya in behind you. his lips attack yours as he pushes your back up against the wall, one hand going down to circle your clit and the other gripping both wrists and above your head.

"d'you know what you do to me, sweetheart? what this cute little dress on you does?"

he releases your wrists and pulls one down to the front of his pants to feel his bulge pushing against the cloth. you whimper, which only makes him rub at you more frantically.

"please, kazuya... i can't get enough of your cock. i need it."

he's breathing heavily now, dipping two fingers inside you and scissoring them until he pulls them out, making you suck on them.

"careful what you wish for. 'm feeling impatient, y'know?"

his words ring true, because while he'd normally tease you, he takes you to the bed, stripping you both, lying down, and hoisting you up onto those muscular thighs so that your back is on his chest. he reaches around to align himself before plunging into you and hooking his arms around your thighs into a full nelson.

if today's sex so far was passionate and sensual, he's downright animalistic now, pistoning his hips into you, and you're unable to do anything else but take it. you can't quite see him going in and out of you, but you can see the way his balls slap your skin as he stretches you out, and how your tits bounce almost to the point of soreness with how hard he's going.

you can barely manage a sound but a choked gurgle, the pace he's setting sending you into overdrive as your eyes roll back into your head. you feel heat swell up inside you, like a bubble ready to burst - and that it does, your orgasm explosive, soaking sheets as you squirt around him with a garbled moan.

he follows suit shortly, his final thrusts forceful before you feel him fill you up, your walls squeezing him dry. post-orgasm kazuya is always a sight to behold, hair wild and eyes glazed over, nowhere near the composed state he normally carries himself in.

when he lies you down on the bed beside him, he watches as his seed leaks out of you slowly, white dripping with every flutter of your pussy. though exhausted, you bring a finger down to swipe some, bringing it to your tongue and sucking. with wide eyes, he breathes,

"god babe. i love you so much."

you clean each other up, taking one last look at the stars outside before fall asleep with a smile, knowing you get to do this all again tomorrow. ☽

ok some of the positions on the site are downright ridiculous and it was so funny to choose some. i know a part of most fiction in general is imagining the story without pictures... but i really wanted to try this concept of having visual aids. if the links don't work, let me know!

wish i took a bit more time to fully develop these scenes and up the tension but... i wanted this to be a shorter fic and kazuya and reader are horny little demons 😈

lmk which daiya boy i should write for next - i want to continue using the links to positions but would choose a different theme besides vacation! 🧳🧉

[k0mfort]

kinda wanna start writing for daiya or knb again,,, is anyone still into those

[prettyiwa]

I do not authorize the translation or reposting of my work.

(previous) Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya x F!Reader Rating: SFW Content Tags: Primarily POV Miyuki Kazuya, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Soulmates (if you squint), Minor Character Death, Descriptions of Grief & Mourning, Descriptions of Anxiety, Mentions of Alcoholism (not Miyuki & not reader), Mentions of a Less-Than Stellar Home Life (not as bad as it sounds), Hints of Light Insecurity, Reader Smokes, Profanity, Undefined Something More, Miyuki Toku!! Summary: Caught in transition, waiting between graduation and starting with the Yomiuri Giants, Kazuya didn't expect for it to feel like everything's been shifted two inches to the left, you included. Word Count: 7270

A/N: I honestly don't know why it took this long to get this chapter out. HUGE thank you to Lily for beta-ing. Dunno where I'd be without you, but certainly not here. Lemme know if you wish to be tagged for future updates because I am no good with schedules!

@tyga-lily, @no1frogfan, @miyukiissofine, @princesskazuya, @ceenthesis

Roughly ninety minutes after it happened, you were both pulled from class. The counselors tried explaining to you and Kazuya what happened while the principal stood behind them. Neither you nor Kazuya could comprehend the truth of it, but you both felt the irrevocable shifting of your worlds nonetheless. Your father arrived for you both, picking up two seven-year-olds without acknowledging the crumbling of your foundation until you were both left without the ground beneath your feet. 

Afterward, Kazuya was angry at everything while you couldn’t find your voice. Your dad started drinking and his dad didn’t know what to do. For a while, you hoped you would stay with the Miyukis. There’d be food and you’d have Kazuya. It seemed that way, until your dad got his shit together just enough for you to go back and for you both to avoid the guidance office.

The counselors at school didn’t help—their patience was tested when you wouldn’t speak and their nerves were frayed after meeting with Kazuya. The teachers tried helping, but they never quite understood. Another two months before you spoke again, only ever to Kazuya, only ever after school, and only ever when it was just you two.

You think it may have been that underlying constant in your life, one that remains to this day: you only feel safe and comfortable around him. And for him? Well, who knows. You think he may have appreciated that you already understood. Whatever it was, things got easier when you two started leaning on each other.

Even if you couldn’t put it to words then, you promised you’d always listen to whatever it was he had to say.

Age 18 | March 15

His phone buzzes again on the counter, flashing with the notification of yet another message. Before he can internally chastise himself for having brought it, he receives another two, one interrupting the other. If his hands weren’t busy washing dishes, he’d turn off the device, but since he can’t, he’s left bemoaning whoever’s on the other end.

Kuramochi and Zono might still be irritated that he’s not going to their hastily thrown-together celebration tomorrow, organized at the last minute. It could reasonably be any of the other third years, roped into this campaign by his two vice-captains, though none have been successful in their attempts to guilt-trip him. It could just as easily be Sawamura, though Kazuya hopes that Okumura’s keeping him busy.

Honestly, it’s not like any of them can be surprised by his reluctance. They never let him live down his attempts to avoid his surprise party after his seventeenth, and they weren’t any more forgiving when he tried to make himself scarce for his eighteenth. He even told them he was looking forward to coming back when they asked. It’s unrealistic for them to expect he’d jump at the chance to head back to Kokubunji when he’s only just returned.

A final message comes through as he’s drying the final dish and, beyond handling his phone to turn off vibrations, he ignores it in favor of being back. Dad’s chuckle barely carries over the sound of the talk show on TV, guest starring Chris’ dad. Looking over his shoulder, he spots Dad still watching through his yawn, arms crossed with his half-drunk beer in front of him, exhaustion radiating off of him.

Has business remained slow, forcing him to continue working extra hours by himself? Does he take on extra shifts because it’s just him at the house now? It’d be easier if Dad didn’t dodge Kazuya’s questions when asked, but that might be asking too much.

This sinking feeling persists in his chest as he turns, churning as it lowers, settling behind his navel as it leaves him with the sour taste of loss in his mouth. Leaning back on the countertop, he glosses over the room, barely taking in the state of everything as he does. There’s this twisted sort of familiarity to everything—this remains the house he grew up in, but it’s different.

The table and chairs remain the same, hosting the same indents and nicks that have accumulated over the years. The TV stand is new, providing more storage space, and there’s a new stand beneath the window. On it sits the same plant you had once picked out for Kazuya to gift his dad some Father’s Day ago, barely (miraculously) alive. Overall, everything is much tidier than when he last visited, but it’s all still here.

Glancing at the fridge, something pink catches his eye and he finally puts two and two together. Why he didn’t think of it sooner, he doesn’t know. Stepping closer, he looks at your newest addition to their collection once more, proof that you were here and that you’re ultimately the reason why it’s so orderly.

It’s a sketch of him, drawn in pen from the perspective you had on the bus in January. Your commentary (Miyuki Kazuya, spotted in the wild) still makes him chuckle despite how many times he’s looked at it upon returning. The page is still clean and crisp, unlike the others beside it.

He’s still unsure whether it was your doing or Dad’s, but most of the notes that once littered the door are now gathered beneath a single magnet. The pages have aged with wrinkles having smoothed over and he has to check his fingertips when he notices that the pencil has become faded and smudged, but that doesn’t stop him from flipping through the rest.

The note on top has a date from last summer, around when they would’ve been in Hyogo, a thank you and a reminder of when the vegetables were going bad. The one beneath it is a doodle of the factory from across the street. Ignoring a couple of notes in his own hand, he finds the one you wrote for Kazuya nearly three years ago to the date. 

March 2010

I’ll be looking for you at Koshien! Can’t wait to hear all about it when you come home.

The air in his lungs grows cold before he decides against reading the rest. He’s memorized them all anyway. 

It isn’t as neat as before, but the magnet still pins the notes with ease, allowing him to step away. Sighing, he runs his fingers through his hair, disliking the sensation he’s left with. His eyes scan the room once more, but he knows nothing will have changed in the last ten minutes. 

It’s the same house it’s ever been, but this feeling reminds him of when he looked out at the Seidou practice grounds following graduation yesterday—a little lost in his body and in the space that used to be his, caught somewhere in transition.

Before he knows it, he’s reaching for his phone, flipping it open despite his earlier refusal to acknowledge the team’s combined dedication to proving their persistence isn’t exclusive to the field. Any hesitation he has disappears because it’s better than dealing with whatever this is.

Ten messages from his vice-captains, though it’s a dramatic decrease from what they spammed him with this afternoon. One from Nabe, accepting his absence and wishing him a good weekend. Thirteen from Sawamura, originally talking about his excitement for a return to Koshien, though the most recent ones are about the party. Chris sent a congratulatory text with a question about Kazuya’s next move. As he continues to scroll, that discomfort from earlier becomes impossible to ignore, searching for a name that’s not there.

Maybe a new phone still hasn’t been a priority? Or maybe one message wasn’t enough. Should he have sent you another? He thought—

It doesn’t matter what he thought. He’ll figure this out tomorrow. Thanks to Dad, he knows where you work, and he should be able to avoid Akari this time around.

In the meantime, he should cherish tonight while he has it. Honestly, this visit won’t be much different than his winter ones. A bit more time, but in two weeks, he’ll be moving into team dorms. It’ll be closer to Edogawa than Seidou was, but it still leaves Kazuya with nowhere near enough time. He’ll take whatever he can.

“Hey, Dad? Thanks— oh.”

Dad’s head is drooping where he’s otherwise upright, arms still crossed, beer still relatively untouched. His breathing is steady and shallow, and Kazuya wonders again just how tired he is. It’s always taken a lot for him to fall asleep at the table, and that’s with him taking the day off.

Just as well. Dad’s worked plenty for the last eleven years. It won’t be much longer till he can repay him.

Slipping his phone into his pocket, he’s unsure whether he should wake Dad to get him to bed or leave him to rest just a bit longer, hitting the light switch as he passes. The ceiling light turns off, leaving the room illuminated by the flickering of the television and the cheap standing lamp in the corner. When he reaches for the remote, his finger hesitates, hovering over the power button before turning down the volume instead. 

Kazuya’s not too sure what he’s feeling, but he’s not ready to confront sleep with this sitting on his chest, and the prospect of an otherwise dead house makes it worse. It’s been a while since he’s felt like this. The feeling isn’t productive, so he doesn’t wish to waste any time on it. Dad’ll be fine if he leaves him like this for a minute while he steps outside.

The rubber seal of the sliding door protests for a moment before the door slides, the soft squeal of old wheels on the track sounding louder than Kazuya knows them to be. Looking over his shoulder, he breathes easier that his dad remains undisturbed.

Cool night air is the first thing to hit him, followed by the lingering scent of petrichor and the heaviness of the atmosphere, despite no further forecasts of rain. The chill comforts him, reminding him of winter camp and private practices, of years spent trying to hide the effort he put forth to maintain his skill. It reminds him of when he relinquished the pressure of “genius catcher” in favor of “Seidou’s captain.” His fingers twitch with the impulse to reach for the bat that remains put away inside his room.

If not for how this part of the city quiets following the sunset, he might have missed the sound of someone talking around the corner or of heels against the pavement, announcing their approach. He doesn’t even know why he’s straining to listen, but—

“Shit. He probably isn’t even home. If he is, he’s probably asleep… Screw it. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

It… is. Isn’t it?

Time slows and his heart pounds until he’s overwhelmed by the sound of it beating in his ear. A woman comes into view and his excitement bursts in his chest while he tries to rationalize that it’s probably not you. Her head is bent and her hands are busy, one shielding the other as she tries to light her cigarette. Every cell in his being screams at him in recognition the moment she looks up. 

Your name sounds, louder than is appropriate for the time, and he recognizes the voice as his, but he doesn’t remember using it. You start, turning slightly, and he watches your surprise grow into something more when your eyes meet his. Brows stitching together, your mouth falls open and you look as you do when genuinely surprised. His smile is quick to grow at the familiarity of it all and it only takes a second more before your lips are stretching into a wide grin. As he looks at you, he’s caught between what he knows and what he doesn’t.

In you, he still sees the girl who’d wait for him to catch up after classes and who’d steal the book he was reading and who’d always end up making his kitchen smell like fire when left alone for more than twenty minutes. The way you hold yourself, shifting your weight from one foot to the next, swinging your bag so it’s at your side instead of behind you, allowing you to slip your free hand inside—he’s seen it hundreds of times before. Your cheeks lift with your smile and that’s something he’s seen even more. The growing silence and the way you look at him? Yeah, that’s all familiar, too. 

But there’s just enough that’s new and unexplored that has him calling out, “Stay where you are. Don’t move a muscle.”

You dip your head like you used to and your smile shifts before you meet his eyes again. “Ten seconds in and you’re already asking for the impossible?”

Halfway to opening the door, he falters, watching you scratch your forehead with your thumb, eyes getting stuck on the cigarette secured between your index and middle fingers. You come onto the property, standing near the factory, and it feels like if he doesn’t leave to meet you right now, you’ll slip away.

His heart drops in his chest when you bring the cigarette to your lips, but it doesn’t matter as much as the fact that you’re here and waiting and he has time to figure out what the hell that is. 

The care he had previously taken to avoid disturbing his dad is now largely forgotten, eager in his quest to see you again. Not exactly loud, but not exactly quiet either, he closes the distance to the front door as quickly as possible. Bumping the side table as he slips on his shoe, he wakes his dad with a knock against the wall.

Before he can turn and apologize, he hears his dad say, “It’s good to have you home kid.”

Glancing back, Kazuya smiles to himself before grabbing his jacket from the side table and stepping into the night.

There’s a quiet warmth that builds somewhere beneath his heart, spreading to his fingertips in a wave of anticipation. His heart quickens as he hastens down the steps, nearly tripping as he goes. Despite that hope, despite how he almost feels that kind of satisfaction of when a pitch lands perfectly in his mitt as he’s asked for it, he still can’t shake the feeling that the longer you’re out of sight, the greater the chance is that you’ll have vanished.

But there you are, leaning against the factory doors beneath the light, smoking as though it’s natural when it’s one of the most unnatural things he’s ever seen. As if you know where his mind’s gone, you glance at your fingers, taking another drag before pushing yourself upright and stepping away. 

“Heya, stranger. Welcome home.”

That warmth blossoms from where it settled beneath his heart and he can’t stop his answering grin—neither can you, by the looks of it. A cool breeze pushes past you both but that doesn’t stop heat from spreading. As he steps forward, seeking to close the distance, you take a step back, stepping into partial darkness as you shoot him a half-guilty look.

Is it that you changed? Or that he has? Or is it your cigarette?

Whatever it is, he feels like the change he’s struggled to accept all evening is staring him in the face. It’s enough for him to come to terms with it. Perhaps home is a little different than he remembers, and maybe he is, too, but he’ll still take it. It’s still his.

“Stranger? You’re one to talk.”

“Yeah? You’re the one who left first.”

A snicker punctuates your light tease, but your words make it a little difficult to swallow. Scratching the back of his neck, he tries to come up with some sort of response, something that won’t let you know how your presence has wiped his mind. “How does that make sense? Well, going by that logic, I was the first to return.”

“That’s such a lame response. Did Seidou steal all your witticisms?”

“Your response was lame in the first place.”

This laugh is light and airy, not quite coming from the heart. “Maybe so.” He watches as you bring your cigarette to your lips again, watches as your lips shape into a soft ‘o’ to release smoke with your exhale. “I’m glad you came back. I was hoping I’d find you tonight.”

“I heard you earlier,” he says, a little slow to respond, eyes slow to leave the path your cigarette takes. “What, were you nervous or something?”

“I can leave and come back if you mind. My smoking, I mean.”

Of course, he minds, but where would you go? What if someone wants to be an ass about you wandering with a cigarette? And that’s not even considering the sneaking suspicion he has that if you leave now, you won’t actually come back.

“No, just stay here.”

“You… don’t mind?” Skepticism weaves throughout your words, settling on your tongue in a way that’s always annoyed him. 

He laughs, voice once again louder than it should be, but with the sound leaves some of that tension you were holding. “No. You said you were hoping you found me, and you did. What, was this supposed to be some catch-and-release nonsense?”

“Alright, alright, Kazuya.” Dipping your head, he catches the unmistakable lift of your cheeks, something that still has the power to make time stop for just a second. “Yeah. Yeah, I was nervous. I thought you might have a party or something with your friends. It’s the whole reason I accepted my friends’ invitation. Thought maybe if I went out with them, I’d come back and you’d actually be here.”

“It sounded like you were gonna try to leave again. Did you give up or something?”

“Shut it. No, I, uh. I guess I psyched myself out into thinking I’d end up getting your dad telling me you weren’t back yet. Again.”

There’s anger in your voice. Not a lot. He doubts anyone else would be able to hear it, but after knowing you longer than almost anyone else, he can’t not hear it. It’s the kind that used to make you hesitate in middle school, the kind that would last weeks. 

“That happen a lot?”

“More than I told you about.”

Shit. “Sorry.”

Shrugging, you take another step back until you’re pressed against the concrete half-wall that delineates the property. When he looks a little closer, he finds your exhaustion to be inescapable. Your weariness blends with something sad that he can’t stand, evident in the corners of your eyes and the way you move—slow, measured, as if you’ve already given away most of your energy and you have to conserve the rest. Beyond that, there’s something intangible about you, like trying to hold a shadow.

“Well, I’m back now. I looked for you when I was back during winter break. It almost felt like fate was laughing at me when I saw you on the bus after spending the day looking for you.”

When you smile, it holds none of that anger, but he knows it’s still there. “Is that what happened? I only had the privilege of hearing Akari’s complaints when school started again.”

“What would she have to complain about? She got a good laugh out of it.”

“Ah, just the usual. I’m sorry you had to go through her. Didn’t you ask your dad?”

Now that he thinks about it, asking Dad is one of the first things he should’ve done. Kazuya knew you liked to visit, so it makes sense Dad would know. Could he have saved himself that uncomfortable trip?

… Dammit.

“Your dad was there when I dropped my phone and it broke. I thought he would have told you. It was a little before you played against Mei.” 

Back then, he didn’t talk to his dad until well after, worried about Nori and Sawamura, and the conversation was almost entirely about Koshien. Jeez, he really doesn’t like that twisting sensation that’s starting to become familiar.

“Unless… Please tell me that you guys still talk regularly.”

“He’s so busy, I let him call when he can. I don’t want to interrupt him.” 

Silence grows as you deadpan, only breaking when you give him a humorless snort. “You know he says the same thing, right?”

“Shut up, will you?” 

Your laugh helps loosen the knot that’s forming and he finds himself unable to look away from your cigarette again as you put it out and stash it in a pocket ashtray. Glancing up, you catch him staring, rolling your eyes when he smirks in response. 

“You mind, don’t you? I knew it.”

“It’s too late for that, don’t you think?”

“I wish you told me. I would’ve rather stepped away than irritate you.”

Yeah, well, it’s been so long he’d rather have you here. Smoking or not. It’s not like he was never around Coach when he smoked. “Why’s it matter? It’s already done.”

“Kazuya, if you—you know what? Never mind. It’s fine. Like you said, it’s already done.”

“No, say it.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not trying to fight you right now. It’s just been so long since we were together I must’ve forgotten that this is just you.”

“Oi.” 

This time when you laugh, it’s full. This time when you look him in the eyes, it’s softer, more welcoming. 

“There’s the sore pout I know.”

It’s been a minute since you two have been together, so he could be wrong, but he’s pretty certain you’re saying something completely different. He feels a low heat start to spread from his nose, not quite reaching his cheeks just yet. 

“So? Did you get a new phone yet, or will I have to drag you around with me to make up for lost time?”

“What’s this? Is Kazuya feeling needy? Did you miss me?”

“Shut up.” That heat ignites, spreading across his cheeks like wildfire at your teasing, warming the tips of his ears and making his skin itch as it rushes down his neck. Your smile changes, uninhibited for the first time tonight. “Like you didn’t miss me.” 

“Aha, yeah, I missed you a lot.” 

Easy. Simple. Wholly you, the girl he’s spent his entire life getting to know. Why your confession makes that heat tingle, ensuring it lingers on his face, he doesn’t know. This is silly. It’s you and it’s always been you and none of this is new.

“So?”

“Yeah, I got a new phone today, actually.”

“No kidding?”

“No kidding,” you say, looking away to grab, presumably, your new phone from your bag. Your hand comes out, holding a flip phone that looks like the same model as his. “One of my coworkers got tired of me borrowing her phone, so she got me a new one. Gotta find time to activate it.”

You hand it to him and, yeah, it’s the same kind, just black where his is silver. He rotates it in his hand before flipping it open, unsurprised when it remains off. “Why not tomorrow?” There’s a shop not too far that’ll do it for cheap. 

“Tomorrow? Eager, are you?”

“Oi.” Though he offers the phone for you to grab, he’s reluctant to let it go, enjoying the slight way you pull at it. “You’ll still be around, right?”

Why not tomorrow, unless you’re planning on being gone? He’ll go with you, whether that means finding something to do near the restaurant and doing it after or picking you up from your house tomorrow morning.

“You mean you’d wanna waste time with me like that?”

“You’re not being for real, right? I was prepared to spend all of tomorrow searching for you again.” Waste time?

“You weren’t.”

“Don’t try to tell me what I’m thinking.”

“How can I not when you won’t even admit you missed me?”

Hasn’t he? Do you think he doesn’t? “I don’t need to say it for it to be true and you know that.” Maybe he needs to remind you. “Yeah, I want to hang out with you like that. How long are you gonna be in the neighborhood this time?”

“I dunno. I came by to pack and to try to see you, so just a coupla days. No more than Tuesday, I hope.”

“Pack? For what?” You’re leaving?

Your eyes light up, smile slow to follow. “I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you, but do you remember that art school I always talked about?”

Not the high school, right? You were supposed to go, but then your dad’s drinking problem got worse and you stopped talking about it years ago.

“... That university, right? Close to Seidou?” Excitement starts to build in his chest, unmistakable as he watches your lips stretch into a wide smile. 

“Yep.”

“You got in?”

“I got in. Not just that, but they offered a full ride.”

“No way! That’s fantastic!” For a second, he thinks about how it felt, learning after the fact that you had to stay behind. “It’s not going to end up like—”

“No.”

Oops. He shouldn’t have entertained that memory of high school. 

“It won’t be like before. The old man can build himself a new house with empty beer cans for all I care. I’m not giving up another opportunity for him.”

That’s new. Not unwelcome, but… new. What happened to push you like that?

“Will you be moving into the dorms?”

“They actually don’t have dorms.”

“Oh. Then where—?”

“My coworker hooked me up with her sister,” you answer, taking another step away from the half-wall and rubbing your hands together. “She’s a year older and needs a new roommate. She’s attending one of the Meijin campuses.”

“That’s pretty cool, I guess.” Your coworker. Again. Huh. “Are you cold? I can—here. Take my jacket.”

“I’m fine, Kazuya,” you say, pushing away the offered garment. “You don’t seem enthused.”

“I am.”

“Don’t tell me it’s been so long that you think you can lie to me.”

“I am happy for you.”

“But?”

“But nothing. I’m happy for you. Does this mean you’ll be getting a new job? And you’ll be moving? When? Tuesday?”

He should be feeling uncomfortable with the way you’re scrutinizing him, but he doesn’t. He feels at home. Your eyes narrow and he sees the second you decide to give up calling him out. 

“Yeah. I’ll be starting a new job. Same place that my roommate works at, so I won’t have to commute far. My last shift with the restaurant was today and the new job starts two days before the term does. She said she’d be ready for me on Tuesday.”

“Jeez. That soon?”

It’s not lost on him that, had he missed you today, his knowledge of where you worked would’ve been outdated.

“Well, yeah. What’d you expect?”

“Some more time. More than the weekend, at least.”

“Now that you’re back, I wouldn’t mind staying longer, but I don’t want to be at the house longer than necessary.”

That’s an easy enough fix, but he has to know. “Okay, are you going to tell me what happened?”

Rocking back and forth from the heel of your boot to your toe, you chew on the inside of your cheek, turning your attention elsewhere. He snickers at the familiar display of annoyance, barely earning him an irritated glance before you return to staring at the office door. “Can’t you just accept that I’ve had enough? It was more of the same.”

“I know you. You have inhuman patience.”

“I have to. I grew up alongside you, didn’t I?” This time, you look at him with just a glimmer of half-hearted exasperation dancing in your eyes. 

“Yeah, but your patience doesn’t begin and end with me. Not unless you’re trying to say that I’ve become so important in your life that it does.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Stepping forward, you lightly push his shoulder, not knowing that your touch sends a spark traveling down his arm. 

“What’d your dad do to make you not want to be here?”

“Can’t deduce it on your own, genius pretty boy?”

“Jeez, can’t you just—wait. ‘Genius pretty boy?’ I don’t think I’ve heard that combination before.”

“Really? Cause I can guarantee I’m not the only person to use it. Didn’t realize you paid attention to things like that.”

He cackles and the full weight of how much he missed you crashes into him, stealing his breath for a moment. “Obviously I don’t or I would’ve known, wouldn’t I?”

“Please. We both know you kinda like hearing it or you wouldn’t bother listening at all.”

“I don’t! You’re the only person allowed to call me whatever you want—”

“Oho, those are big words, Genius Pretty Boy.”

“—and that’s only because I can’t stop you.”

He feels warm, despite the cold. Your smile is cheeky and teasing, annoyance no longer there, reminding him of all the times that came before. Stepping forward again, it looks like you might close the distance, but you don’t. Even if you don’t, he—

“Is that all? Cause I think you like when I say it. Or it’s cause you missed me that much. One of those two for sure.”

Fluttering erupts in his abdomen and it leaves him feeling light like he used to. Hadn’t this gone away? Or has three years of separation brought it all back? “Only one?”

His heart hammers at the acknowledgment that he wants you to come and close the distance as you had before. You don’t step forward, instead shifting your weight to your other foot, hovering just outside of the light of the lamp.

“You’ve changed a lot, you know.”

“How so?” So have you. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

“I don’t know how to describe it, but you’re… more. More you.”

You smile when he laughs, pausing when he takes a step forward. “That makes no sense. I’ve always been me.”

“You’d see it if I drew you.” Your hand moves to your bag and he knows you still have a sketchbook in there. He’d like to look through it if you’ll give him the chance.

“You sticking around to draw me?”

“You’d sit still for me?”

“Yeah.”

How many times have you two done this little routine, said these same words?

Pursing your lips together, you look like you’re trying to suppress your smile, and when that fails, you duck your head. Bashful, if ever you were bashful with him. Cute.

“Mm. I’ll stick around for you. I’ll need to get a purple pen, though.”

“Still with that?”

“As long as you’re purple.”

Kazuya’s attention drops to the hand fiddling with your bag, wondering whether you’ll bust out your sketchbook now since the temptation to draw is written all over your face. Your fingers tap against the opening, index and middle fingers fluttering for a moment before closing your hand around the strap. 

“How much longer do you plan on being in the neighborhood? You’re moving soon, too, right?”

“Yeah, uh—you know about that?”

The second it leaves his mouth, he knows it’s a stupid thing to ask, but, man, it’s great watching your expression change so quickly. It’s stupid of him to even consider that you wouldn’t have paid attention.

“Oh, no. Of course not. I wouldn’t know about my best friend being drafted by the Yomiuri Giants of all teams. How could I possibly know anything like that?”

“Alright, alright—”

“It’s not like I came over to hang out with your dad while the draft was ongoing or anything. We totally didn’t complain when they won the rights to you.”

“Very funny. I get it.”

“No. Why would we? We haven’t been Swallows fans since forever. Not at all.”

“You done?”

Instead of answering him, you stick out your tongue, though that’s answer enough.

“Yep. I’m some kind of traitor.”

“I think it’s ridiculous that the Giants got so lucky this year. You and Mei? The draft has to be broken for that to happen.”

“It was probably just the number of talented players this year. They didn’t know how to break us up. Next year will be interesting to watch, too.”

“I’m sure Mei’s excited. He’s wanted you to catch for him as long as you two have known each other. Ugh. I can’t believe I have to cheer for his team now. The Giants and Mei?”

Your guys’ joined laughter echoes in the quiet streets and he feels fifteen again, talking about how you’d have to cheer for Chris and Seidou, not that you had a problem with the school. When his laughter dies down, his mind wanders to the upcoming week, to the reality that Tuesday is closer than he’d like. He wants far more than the next couple of days if he’s about to be half a city away again.

“To answer your question, rookies have to be moved in by the 29th. I missed so much time here that I’m gonna drag it out as long as possible.”

“Ah, I think I understand. Do you have anything planned, or are you just gonna hang out with your dad when you can?”

“I wanted to hang out with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answers, listening as wind passes through the trees down the street. It travels closer, causing you to shiver again, turning in on yourself as you do. “Take my jacket.” Another gust, stronger than the last, causes another shiver to rip through you and he’s opening up the jacket and draping it around your shoulders anyway. 

“Really?” you say, though you waste no time slipping your arms through the sleeves of his Seidou windbreaker. “This isn’t even all that thick.”

“It’s better than the sweater you’re wearing now. You better not catch a cold.”

“How ever could I possibly catch a cold when I have your jacket to protect me?”

“I think a ‘thank you’ would suffice.”

“I think you shouldn’t expect to get this jacket back.”

“We’ve barely gotten back and already you’re trying to steal my clothes?”

“This one’s on you. Besides, I don’t think any of those old shirts are gonna fit you now. Your old beanie definitely won’t fit your big head anymore.”

“My—?” He was wondering where that went. “You stole my black beanie?”

“You’re the one who left it behind last winter,” you say with faux innocence and a smile that confirms you took it.

This is easier. This feels like it was only yesterday since you two were last together. The air around you both is lighter, not weighed down by all of the accumulated changes that have occurred over the years. At the core of it, you two are both still you. You’re still friends and you’re still—

“So, tomorrow…”

“What about tomorrow?”

“What are you trying to do tomorrow? Watch me pack?”

“Does it matter?”

“A little. If I didn’t have to pack, what would you have us do? Play catch? Would you be my model while talking about nothing but Seidou and Koshien?”

“Well, since you’re the one who offered, wanna pitch to me tomorrow? After you pack, of course.”

“Oh, ‘of course,��” you repeat, laugh bubbling past your lips. 

All it takes is a single attempt to cease your laughter before it becomes louder, harder to control. He watches as your brows and nose scrunch together and your hand comes up to try to hide your face and it’s not much longer before a laugh spills past his lips, too. You choke on your laugh, doubling over as he leans forward, offering his hand in support, gladly grasping yours when you take it. The harder you laugh, the more laughter you pull from him until he’s holding onto you, too.

This is—this is so dumb and yet he can’t stop. Your fingers tighten around his palm and he squeezes in response, so glad that it’s you. Giving another squeeze, you try to straighten yourself, letting him see the tears that have started streaming down your cheeks from laughing. When he blinks, he can feel a stray tear pulling at the outside of his eye, too. 

“You oughtta warn me if you’re gonna joke like that, Kazuya.” Your voice is wispy, altered by your laughter as you wipe away your tears with the knuckle of your free hand. Glancing at him, you pause, lips parted, reminding him of the last day you two properly spent together. You step forward and reach for his face and he hesitates, only for you to gently wipe away the tears that have gathered, moving around his glasses. “Ah, I don’t know if I’ll be any good, pitching to you.”

“We can find out tomorrow.”

It’s the first time since he’s come down that you’re properly under the light with him and that distance feels smaller. There’s no attempt on your end to remove your hand from his and it’s the first time that you feel almost tangible, like he’s not desperately grasping at smoke. 

“Tomorrow? Oh, jeez. I forgot how relentless you are. Next you’re gonna tell me it’s ‘just gonna be for ten minutes,’ or something.”

“No, I wouldn’t say that. I’d want you to pitch for at least thirty now.”

“Oh? Seidou made you greedy.”

“I was already greedy. C’mon. Throw for me.”

“I don’t know. I need to pack and make sure I’m good to leave.”

“You don’t have that much stuff. I’ll even help you.”

“You’d help me just so I’d play catch with you? I didn’t even say yes.” 

“I’d help you regardless. And you didn’t say no.” Not in any way that truly matters when it comes to you. You’ll throw to him at least once in between now and Tuesday. 

“You’ll help regardless? Is this what being captain did to you? Alright. Come by tomorrow and we’ll tackle my stuff together. I expect to hear everything about Seidou, though, alright?”

“Between packing and activating your phone, that doesn’t sound like there’ll be room to play catch tomorrow.”

“Hey,” you say, pulling at his hand, though he’s reluctant to let go. Even after he does, you follow his hand with yours, fingers tapping on the back of his. “You said ‘regardless.’ You also said that you’d want to waste time with me, right?”

“You’re being so particular about my words now.”

“I think I have a right to be.”

Ouch. “I came back.”

“That you did.” It comes on the back of a sigh and he feels that distance increase again. “You always said you would. But I want to hear all about Seidou and Koshien, alright? You’ll tell me tomorrow.”

Because you promised you would. Because you want to hear about what he’s been doing. Because you want to know why he didn’t come back. None of it’s lost on him.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you tomorrow. You’ll be there to answer the door when I come, right?”

“Of course.” You say it so simply like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and maybe it was, once. But to pretend that he still feels uncertain would be to deny that the way you prepare to say goodbye right now doesn’t put him on edge. “I should get going. It’s been a long day.”

As you take a step back again, his hand reflexively wraps around yours. Glancing back at him, you pause, raising a brow as a playful smile forms. His mouth goes dry and his heart climbs into his throat, not ready to let you go.

“Did you eat tonight? I’m sure Dad wouldn’t mind—”

“Kazuya. I worked at a restaurant. They never let me leave hungry. I’m fine.” As if you can tell where his mind’s going, you add, “You’ll see me tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You only just got here. He has tomorrow, and the next day, too, but that’s not enough time. Searching your face for any indication that you might feel the same, that you might share the burden of some of this anxiety, his eyes get stuck on the shape of your lips, on the questioning smile that remains. 

“No, Kazuya.”

“No? I didn’t say anything.”

“I know that look.”

He clears his throat and meets your eyes only to find that sadness from before. You might be here in front of him, but you still feel out of reach. His grip around your hand tightens, just a bit, and you respond by turning your hand in his, fingers briefly ghosting over his palm. You’re the one who breaks eye contact, focusing wholly on your joined hands, trying to distract him from what he wants.

You used to do this, hold his hand open in one of yours while tracing the lines and callouses with the fingers of the other. Just as three years ago, your touch is soft, no less familiar, even if everything else feels so radically jarring. 

“You don’t want to kiss me.”

“I don’t?” He dips his head, trying to grab your attention without pulling his hand from yours only to receive half a glance in turn.

“I taste like smoke.”

Of course, you do. He hadn’t thought about that, but does it really matter? 

“Are you sure that isn’t an excuse?” 

“An excuse?” You look up again, fingers pausing where they sit, tickling the heel of his palm. 

“Not to kiss me.” 

Another breeze passes through, distracting you for a moment before his words hit you. Even though you’re the one who brought it up, even though you’re the one who denied him before he had a chance to ask, your eyes still widen in surprise like you weren’t expecting him to push the topic. Biting your bottom lip, you look down again, pretending to be busy with his hand, though he knows you’re not since your fingers still don’t move. 

If anything, it’s nice to know that he still affects you like this even if you feel a world away.

“Oh, no. The old captain of the Tokyo Representatives and the soon-to-be rookie catcher for the Giants deserves better than a cigarette-flavored kiss.”

“Shouldn’t I decide what I deserve?”

He steps forward, hoping that he’ll be able to convince you, that it’ll stop feeling like he’s losing you, but all it gets him is you, pulling your hands back before stuffing them in the pockets of his jacket and taking a step away. It’s your turn to clear your throat, to square your shoulders and look at him, half as the girl who’d always talk back, half as the woman he’d like to know. 

“Perhaps,” you say, taking another step away, this time toward the street. “But I think you of all people know that you can’t always get what you want when you want it.” 

When you smile, it’s teasing, a little sharper than he’s used to, but he’ll get used to it. Yeah, that’s fine that you turned his old words against him, and yeah, you have a point that he can’t always get what he wants, but it’s you and he’s never given up that when it comes to you. 

Turning on your heel, you start walking in the direction of your father’s house, looking over your shoulder as you do. “Alright, I’m gonna get going, for real this time. Come by whenever you want and I’ll make sure I’m the one to answer the door, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He watches as you make it across the street, suppressing the urge to follow after you, heart stuttering when you turn around and call out to him. 

“It’s good to have you home, Kazuya.”

Promises We Exchanged Fic Page | Daiya no Ace Masterlist

[queer-obsession]

His is pretty, popular, well-known, and well-liked. He has gotten more confessions then he can count, been asked out more then he can count, been hit on and flirted with more then he can count. He knows hows to handle that. With a smirk, some teasing words, feeding into the flirting slightly but not getting anyone's hopes up. He knows how to handle it when someone saddles up next to him at a bar and makes their intentions clear, how to respond in carefully crafted and coy responses. Being chased is easy. He, however, does not know how to handle being the chaser. You are so attractive, so close with him, so unbelievably interesting. And he's an awkward mess. He doesn't know how to flirt with you even though he's carefully flirted back with people chasing him since he first grew into his pretty boy features. He doesn't know how to ask you out, let alone voice his feelings. He can't stop his breath from catching when you respond to his teasing with a response on the line of flirting, even though people have done that to him before. He seems to forget everything around you, how to speak, how to breathe. Any time he thinks he's worked himself up enough to say something to you, he can't and all the sudden he's awkward and unprepared, as if he's in middle school with his first crush. He doesn't know what to do or how to act and he suddenly feels a new resigned respect for all the people who have confessed to him and flirted with him who he never payed attention to. Because if there's one things you've made him realize, it's that being chased is easy and being the chaser might be impossible.

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ATSUMU MIYA, OIKAWA TORU, MIYUKI KAZUYA, Dabi, HAWKS

[miyukisu]

SFW Alphabet | Miyuki Kazuya .ᐟ

❤︎ | Get to know Miyuki Kazuya from A to Z~ (3.8k wc)

a/n - it's kazuya day! of course, i had to do something for the bestest best boi of all. this is super self-indulgent btw and not proofread lol.

[A] Affection He's not sure how to show it or how to handle it. The idea seems foreign to him, so it definitely takes some time for him to warm up to it. Kazuya won't mind little displays of affection, especially at the beginning of the relationship. In fact, he would appreciate taking a slow pace. It's basically like a whole new world opening up to him; he's both hesitant and willing to feel more of it. While he does accept affection slowly, it takes longer for him to show his. In many ways, his kind of affection comes in the form of cooking you food, making plenty of inside jokes with you, and spending his free time around your presence.

However, he realizes how liberating it is after initiating the hug or the kiss himself. He discovers how good it feels to express his admiration through words. By no means was it immediate, but he definitely gets to point that he can be conventionally affectionate when the moment is intimate.

[B] Bonding Kazuya enjoys doing anything as long as it involves you. He wouldn't really be with someone he wouldn't have fun with doing anything and everything in the first place. But he does have favorite activities, of course. When he's with you, he would prefer something more laidback like chatting over some food or even cooking together. But he's also fine with something more high energy like working out together or playing catch. Though you do often find yourselves silently hanging out like reading your own stuff beside each other or sleeping together.

Due to his independent nature, he needs some time by himself too. There's a good balance between bonding and me time.

[C] Comfort Honestly, he might not be the best at this as well—unless we're talking about seeking comfort in asking for practical advice. Kazuya grew up to be self-sufficient. If he was going through things, he most likely handled it on his own—probably ignoring his feelings by busying himself. So when it came to comforting another person, he was at a loss. On the bright side, he's insanely good at reading people, especially you. He reads you like an open book and can tell when there's a shift in your mood.

He might not know exactly what to do, but he knows when it's time to take things seriously. At least, he'd ask what's wrong and offer to listen. He does feel bad that listening is all he can do. But no words come out of his mouth. Although, further into the relationship, he'll be confident enough to finally give comforting words that he knows would help you.

[D] Domestic He's the definition of domestic bliss—malewife even. He knows how to cook, do household chores, and basic repairs. Kazuya isn't a clean freak, but he keeps his space neat and clean at all times. After all, he can only relax in a place where dust isn't building up constantly. He's the type to fix his bed first thing in the morning, to cook meals for you, have general cleaning sessions every Sunday, and so on. Sometimes this side of him surprises people because he doesn't really look the part. Though you quickly grow accustomed to it because this is essentially his love language—acts of service.

Speaking of acts of service, it's something he'd like to receive back. You have his years of independence to thank for that. Kazuya simply finds that this is the highest form of love—doing things for the other person purely because you want to do it for their wellbeing.

[E] Endearment Kazuya cringes at the thought of it, especially before getting into a relationship. He's definitely the type to hear other couples do it and silently judge them for it. But his perspective changes when he does get into a relationship himself. It takes a while to grow on him, but he doesn't mind being called "baby", "babe", or "love" every once in a while. But he's adamant to call you by your name. Maybe, he'll start calling you a shortened version of your name or some sort of word play on it. Then, that pretty much becomes your term of endearment.

That is... unless he finds something annoying like calling you "pouty" because you pout a lot when he teases you.

[F] Friendship Most likely it wasn't an instant friendship. It was more of an enemies-turned-best friends kind of thing because Kazuya is easy to be frenemies with. He can be so annoying with his teasing sometimes because he knows where to take a jab at you. There were definitely moments when he went overboard without knowing. Although, he was mature enough to hear you out and... half-heartedly apologize. But that is where the friendship sprung. It was a lot of banter and barely any moments of seriousness. But oddly enough, he became close to you regardless which is no easy feat.

Kazuya is the kind of best friend to laugh at you first if you trip before helping you up. He's the kind of friend that might judge you a bit when you tell him your problems, but he'll try to understand you and offer practical advice.

[G] Gifts Kazuya isn't big on gifts. He doesn't seek to receive any nor does he get the need to give them out unless there is a special occasion. However, if you do surprise him with one or get him a certain item he has been eyeing for some time, he'll be so happy. Kazuya's a pretty grateful person in general. Even if he's indifferent to gift-giving, he does come across things that remind him of you. He gets the urge to buy it for you or make it for you. Sometimes he pushes through with it, but sometimes he shrugs it off. No particular reason; he just thinks there are plenty more ways to show you that he values you.

As a practical person, he hardly considers getting something expensive too. He'd rather put thought and effort into the gift instead of money. Kazuya definitely likes getting you useful things or food. He doesn't say it, but his favorite gift that he got from you is a box full of love letters.

[H] Hugs You know he likes hugging, but of course, he won't say it outright. Early in the relationship, he draped his arm across your shoulders often. It eventually progressed into full on bear hugs (he hugs tightly to make sure he annoys you). He likes to creep up from behind, enveloping you with his larger frame and lifting you up sometimes. Kazuya particularly likes how he towers over you and how your smaller arms try to reciprocate his tenderness.

KAZUYA IS A CUDDLEBUG. But never point that out because he'll explode. As you might've guessed though, he's a fan of spooning with him as the big spoon. He unconsciously nuzzles his chin into the top of your head which you always call him out for. Although, he isn't opposed to resting his head on top of your chest every once in a while. He falls asleep in under a minute hearing the steady lull of your heart and feeling your fingers massaging his scalp.

[I] I Love You A lot of importance is put into this simple sentence. He doesn't just throw it around for anyone. Besides, for the longest time, he hadn't even thought about it because he believes that his actions speak for itself. Most likely you'd be the one to say those three words first. And it gives him courage to say it (though he would appear flustered). Perhaps the first time he actually says it solemnly and with his whole heart in it was in the middle of such a mundane activity with each other. He was lying in bed, beside you and staring at your face. All at once, several realizations hit him: how you've been with him through thick and thin, how you handle a pain in the ass like him, and how you were the first to say "I love you."

He'd be staring and all of a sudden he mutters those words with a small smile. It takes you by surprise and you ask him to repeat it. He does, but he'll somehow tease you about your reaction, turning the tables on you again. (He says it in very intimate moments and you swear it feels like the first time each time.)

[J] Jealousy He trusts you, but he doesn’t trust other people. Nevertheless, he isn’t one to jump to conclusions. He’ll try to rationalize his feelings first before letting it become jealousy. Besides, he doesn’t want to appear like a controlling type. But if a time comes when another person crosses a boundary of his—or God forbid, your boundaries—a switch flips in him. He is not afraid to speak up and be blunt. Oh the other person got hurt or offended? Good. He meant that. Rarely does he ever show off, but if some side character decides that they have a chance—Kazuya has to put them in their place.

When it comes to him though… it’s expected that people stare at Kazuya for too long or make advances on him. Everyone knows he’s attractive and now you have to deal with it. The only caveat to it is that he doesn’t give a shit. They can stare all they want, but he never gives them the time of day.

[K] Kisses Surprise, but he probably initiated the first kiss. It was awkward, but memorable for the both of you. Ever since then, he mostly gave you quick pecks or kisses that littered your face. Making out usually leads to something else, so that’s reserved for a specific time. Anyway, he loves giving forehead kisses (it’s the easiest given the difference in height). He’d swiftly lean down and plant a kiss before smiling at you. He also does this thing where he grabs your jaw—squishing your cheeks and forcing you into a pout—then kisses you on the lips or cheek. The squishing part is essential apparently.

He likes to ask for kisses in cheeky ways, often mixing it with his usual teasing. “I’m leaving. Don’t I get a farewell kiss?” Or, “I’ll do it if you give me 5 kisses~”

[L] Little Ones He’s okay with kids… kind of. Kazuya is definitely the kind of guy who’d smile and wave at a child staring at him on the train. But as soon as the child starts laughing—he’ll make a weird face, almost taunting the kid. The fella’s smile drops and starts crying. He’ll poke fun at children—he doesn’t discriminate when it comes to (friendly?) jokes. But that’s the extent that he’s willing to go when it involves children. If someone asks him to babysit—he’s outta there. At best, they’ll play catch, but that’s it. He’s not gonna hang out with little runts for more than 5 minutes (his words).

Would he want children? Maybe. He thinks it would depend on his situation at the time and who he’s with. He’s fine with having some or none at all. Though he would prefer having just 2.

[M] Mornings Kazuya wakes up early in the morning—earlier than you, for sure. But even then, he’ll make sure to cuddle you first before getting up. In fact, it’s the only time he chooses to be gentle when caging you in his arms as he doesn’t want to wake you up. Carefully, he’ll try to pepper your face with kisses—snapping a photo in between to show you once you wake up. After that, he’s off; he likes to take his quiet time in the morning to go out for a run or exercise. If by any chance you’re still asleep, he’ll quickly whip up some breakfast and make you coffee just the way you like it. He gets lonely after that so he practically pounces on you in bed (after showering, of course) to wake you up.

On most days, his schedule is quite hectic, leaving him with little time to be with you. So on the days when he gets to be around your presence, he’d like to slow the pace—savor the moment, so to speak. Maybe after breakfast you two would just lounge around on the couch and talk about random things until responsibilities start calling (or if you’re lucky, perhaps lunch).

[N] Nights His night routine is probably more fixed compared to his morning and it typically begins after his evening training. He likes to start with food before anything and he eats the MOST at this time of day. He will scarf down everything—even the leftovers on your plate. After that is just standard stuff—showering, skincare, prepping for bed. Though breezes through all of them, so he’s left with an hour or two before his designated bed time (11 PM). You’d have to ask him to relax with you or else that man will still do something productive like observing match results or something.

Kazuya also forces you to sleep early. Sometimes he starts sounding like a fussy parent when he begins to list the reasons why a fucked up sleep schedule will bite you in the ass. If you don’t listen—he’ll just have to tackle you in bed and keep you in his arms so you have no other choice but to sleep.

[O] Open This is a tough one… But as you might have guessed, Kazuya isn’t the type to open up at all. Although, you can’t really blame him for being more comfortable in relying on himself. Even as you’d offer to listen, he’s more inclined to stick with what he’s used to. It was especially difficult in the first year or so of your relationship. You started to understand him a bit more after learning about his past (like how he was bullied as a kid or how he didn’t grow up in the best household). But still—there were times when it felt like he was pushing you out, treating you like an enemy of sorts.

There was definitely a falling out at some point. But his view changes drastically after you still come through for him. If he’s at his lowest—then this was precisely the time you should be there for him. It takes a while for him to build the kind of trust where he can tell you what’s weighing on his heart. He’ll try to push away his inhibitions little by little. But communication is something you constantly work on throughout the years.

[P] Patience He’s such a patient person. That is, when it comes to anger. If something or someone is being unreasonable or stupid—best believe he’s going to make another passive aggressive remark to let people know that this shit ain’t it. But his irritation is not to be confused with anger. After all, Kazuya rarely feels intense emotions, let alone, anger. He’s fine if someone tries to offend him; he’ll just laugh it off and say something worse. But if someone purposefully hurts something or someone near and dear to him—he won’t be afraid to get physical. He’s not proud of it though, but it happens. He’s incredibly protective of you as well, so he’s not above anything when it comes to defending you.

Interestingly, one of the first signs people noticed that he likes you was his endless patience for you. Sure, he still made wisecracks at you, but he was truly patient in serious times with you. He could never ever be pissed off at you at all.

[Q] Quizzes If there was a game show about you, he’d be the grand winner without a sweat. He knows you like the back of his hand; Kazuya probably knows you better than you do. It’s no surprise really. If he can remember every little quirk and mannerism of his teammates and opponents—he sure as hell can remember everything and anything about you. It’s even more impressive how he has no need for calendars or reminders—he just knows by heart. His excellent memory is to be blamed whenever he brings you up with his friends. Can you blame him for thinking about you all the time?

He simply feels that being remembered like this is another great display of love. He’d be grateful if you remembered things about him just as well.

[R] Remember Is he only supposed to choose one? He can’t though. For him, all of your firsts together were the most memorable moments for him—kind of like milestones that he mentally takes note of. When he’s bored, he replays those scenes in his head (in full detail and perfect dialogue too) and it makes him smile inwardly.

But if he reaaally had to choose just one—maybe when you surprised him with a little party with just the two of you to celebrate a major win of his. It was totally unexpected for him and the lengths you went to make sure it was perfect made him want to tear up. He probably won’t cry, but it’s the thought that counts, you know?

[S] Security VERY PROTECTIVE OF YOU—but is very subtle about it too. Normally he’s chill and laidback. He really is! But there are times when his protective switch turns on and he becomes more snappy. Even you’re not safe from the attitude of this man sometimes. He’s not a fan of PDA, but if he feels that someone is trying something funny—he’s suddenly draping his arm over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You ask him what’s wrong but he merely shrugs. (Not above shooting the other person a dirty glare). He’ll also be in a bad mood because of it.

Funny thing is—there are moments where he acts like an overbearing parent. He’ll remind you to do this, to avoid that, to be careful, and so on. If you do something irresponsible, it stresses him out and he’ll fly into a rant about how careless you can be (he’s not mad, but he just hasn’t felt worry like that in a loooong time.)

[T] Try Everything he does for you is done with effort. But, in true Miyuki fashion, he plays it cool—you don’t have to know how he scrambled to get this perfect date sorted. He might look suave and effortless with his actions, but he’s secretly an overthinker when it comes to these kinds of things. He’s sure he would know what kind of dates you like or what types of gifts you want to receive, but he still doubts himself when the time actually comes. After all, his happiness is your happiness as well.

Besides, he’s not the type to half-ass things. He’s aware that he’s not exactly the best at romance, so certain efforts need to be made if it’s for the right person.

[U] Ugly His bluntness and arrogance can be something you can overlook through time, especially since he’s more mellow with you. But perhaps the one thing you can’t get over is how he pushes people away even if you both know he needs the help. He already has a tough time divulging his feelings and talking about problems. But then he also distances himself when things go south. Maybe it’s because he knows his mouth goes off at times or maybe it’s because he knows he should be handling these things alone. It takes a lot of time to get through to him.

However, his words do become a point of contention too at times. He speaks his mind when be feels like it and it hits a chord sometimes. Sure, with friends or teammates, he can be loose with his tongue. But it takes a while for him to realize that he has to be more careful with potentially offensive remarks to his significant other.

[V] Vanity Well… he’s not vain at all. Have you seen how he dresses up? But in all seriousness—he couldn’t care less about his clothes. Clothes are just clothes—they serve to cover you up and that’s it. He might as well be comfortable while he’s at it. Kazuya’s probably not even aware of how attractive he is that he can get away with it. Surely he has heard people call him so, but he shrugs it off as a fluke because people are disillusioned that he’s some hotshot baseball player.

But maybe he’ll start trying out specific styles or think about his wardrobe once he gets into a relationship. But he will always return to his roots (because dressing up too well is a hassle).

[W] Whole He used to think that people should feel “whole” with themselves before getting into any serious relationship. But that entire perspective gets flipped on itself because why is he always missing you badly when you’re apart? Even though he’s highly independent, he can’t deny in himself that he would still think about you frequently. You’d probably still be the first to cave. But Kazuya still thinks you’re his other half. When it comes to baseball, he can lead others just fine. But outside of it, he feels like you open up more of the world to him.

A friend of his told him once how you complemented him (the friend actually meant it in a way that it’s because he’s mean and you’re nice, kinda). But he interprets it differently and it bolsters his love for you basically.

[X] Xtra (I have too many extra headcanons, so… this post)

[Y] Yucks He hates people who are all bark and no bite. If you’re gonna talk big, then you have to have something to show for it. In the same vein, he dislikes people who jump to conclusions and flap their lips like they know everything. Those kinds of people piss him off beyond belief. And while it is difficult to make him angry at someone, it’s fairly easy for him to be annoyed.

He also hates people who are disorganized, especially if their irresponsibility affects others. In relation to that—people who can’t commit to promises immediately get a bad rep in his book. Even worse if it’s something simple like arriving on time at a certain meeting.

[Z] Zzz Kazuya gets sleepy easily because he has a fixed bedtime that he follows religiously. Of course, the eye mask is non-negotiable. The room has to be pitch black and absolutely silent for him to get a good night’s rest. He’s a light sleeper, so he’d appreciate some peace and quiet if he were to sleep in the same room (or bed) with someone else. He barely moves in his sleep and he sleeps on his back. You don’t have to worry about him being a blanket hog.

However, he’s particular about cuddling while sleeping—in that he would hate to cuddle while sleeping. Not because he doesn’t want to hold you, but it’s tough. You move a bit in his arms—he wakes up. That restricts you too. It’s just a hassle. He feels that sleeping beside each other is enough

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╰ author's note GIRL YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE SAYING ALL THAT OML

[kazuyakun]

In a Relationship | Miyuki Kazuya

Pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Reader.

For a while I was stuck on Miyuki's character, but I think I've been able to figure him out a bit lol.

-Miyuki relies on trust. He just wouldn't be in a relationship with someone that he doesn't know well or trust. It takes him a while to truly open up and be genuine, and he just wouldn't do that with a person he feels he can't trust.

-It does take him a while to feel comfortable. But the chances are, if he's dating you then he's already thought about various things in depth, like if he's ready for that and he feels he can devote himself to a relationship.

-He's very passionate with everything that he does so that translates to relationships as well. While baseball is always his priority, his relationship would be too. He'd be busy a lot but I think that he'd be the person to make sure you always feel loved.

-Things like texting brief messages throughout the day updating you on his day and asking about yours, sending a dumb meme or gif so that you know he's thinking about you and making sure you eat.

-He doesn't have a lot of time to cook because he's busy practicing but he'll at least prep the meal.

-He's not exactly a big fan of PDA but not entirely against it. If he's joking around, it'd be easier for him to be a bit more affectionate around other people. Like a kiss on the cheek, ruffling your head, or even tickling you to annoy you.

-He can be extremely blunt. So you can always expect him to keep it real with you. He tells the whole truth, and in the process he may hurt your feelings with it. If he does, then he'll apologize awkwardly and in his own way.

-Miyuki is very sarcastic so he'd like if you can bite back.

-For affection in general, he enjoys cuddling. He gives good hugs but sometimes likes to be dramatic and joke around, like slumping on you or not hugging you back completely. If you go to kiss him he might make a sarcastic comment like "ooh cooties" but once he's done laughing it off he'll give you a real kiss.

-When it comes to relationship things, he can be a bit lost though. Mostly from inexperience. He looks at it like goals, and plans effectively. So he always remembers important dates and things you've told him but when it comes to romance then he's a bit lost. Research will be his best friend with that and every once in a while a spontaneous and special date might occur.

-But he really enjoys quality time the most. He's always watching baseball, and when you're there to watch it with him it makes him happy. If you don't know much about it, then he'll take the time to explain the game. He always talks about game calling and everything and it makes him happy if you're listening.

-It's been said he talks a lot when happy, so just expect him to be yapping about anything when he's around you. It can be random like his point of view on things, or a bit deeper like his plans for the future.

-Would like if you have your own hobbies too. He likes being intrigued and interested. So if you have something you're passionate about then he'll watch you and ask you questions about it.

-A good kisser. He puts his all into it. When he's kissing you or doing things for you it's because he wants you to know that he values you. He's not the best with voicing his vulnerabilities and inner emotions, so that's the best way to show you.

[furuyalover]

falling asleep on him

— ft. miyuki kazuya

AN: back to my daiya roots hehe

it had been a long day at the field, spending hours in the sun, sitting in the stadium watching baseball. understandably, you were beat. but your boyfriend and his team got the win, so who were you to complain? ah yes your boyfriend, that arrogant, cocky, and a lot of the time annoying team captain, miyuki kazuya.

despite the heat and long days, you loved attending all of his games and supporting your boyfriend in his element. however you can’t deny that it really takes a lot out of you. i mean dealing with that shithead is enough work on its own.. but i digress.

you wait outside the stadium for your annoying ass lovely boyfriend to come out and congratulate him on his win. as soon as you see him walk out of the doors you go to him with open arms and wrap him in a hug. he kisses the top of your head and thanks you for always being there to support him at his games. you’re resting on him for a little too long where you almost sink into him, and he realizes you’re as tired as he is, if not more. being the stellar boyfriend he his, he looks down to you and asks, “hey babe, do you wanna ride home on the bus with me?” this is really an excuse to spend more time with you but of course he’d never admit to it. his smile gives it away though.

not wanting to be a bother you reject, “no no! it’s okay don’t worry, my friend can give me a ride home it’s fine!” despite plastering a smile on your face and reassuring him, he sees right through that. “oh please, you practically just fell asleep and drooled on me” he replied while rolling his eyes and flicking your forehead he is so in love with you. you know kazuya enough to know this is his annoying way of saying pleaaaaase sit with me on the bus i can’t deal with eijun alone, so you call your friend and tell them they don’t need to give you a ride back to the school.

the two of you enter the bus hand in hand, and make your way to a seat towards the back of the bus. being so gentlemanly he gives you the window seat, but mainly so that he can easily chit chat with kuramochi who’s sitting right across from him. after the bus takes off, you’re gazing out the window, in awe of the evening haze glossing over the scenery you’re passing by. honestly, miyuki is so in awe of you that he’s barely listening to whatever his green headed teammate has to say. “hey. shitface. hello? miyuki? are you even listening?” he is not.

you’re however at peace. content with the company of your boyfriend, and the beautiful scenery you’re taking in on the ride back to seidou, you can’t help but doze off a little. you try not to slip up, since you know miyuki would not let you hear the end of it, but at this point you’re in too deep. one second you’re leaning back against your sat looking the window, the next your head slowly begins to fall to the side. where does your head fall, you may be asking? of course, on miyuki’s shoulder.

he flinched a little, surprised by the sudden weight his shoulder is now bearing, but he makes sure to move ever so slowly as to not disturb you. “aye mochi shut the hell up, y/n is sleeping and i don’t want your yapping to wake them up!” aggressively whispers. rolling his eyes, kuramochi pipes down and finds someone else to bug with his antics.

miyuki carefully readjusts himself to get more comfortable, being careful not to wake you. after that he just takes a moment to gaze at your figure, noticing how peaceful you look, and realizing how lucky he is to have you in his life. for once, that shit eating grin is off his face and replaced with a rather wholesome, genuine smile. you are his whole heart, and if you look close enough you can even see a slight pink tint creep up on his face. these were some of his most cherished moments. where nothing else, not even baseball, can even come close to. whenever he’s with you nothing else matters, whenever he’s with you he’s home.

after he’s done staring at you lovingly, he decides it’s time he gets some rest of his head. he carefully places his head atop yours and rests his eyes. dreaming of your future together. hoping this bus ride will last forever.

when kuramochi looks over he gets a kick out of the sight he sees before him, amused by his asshole of a friend doing something so “corny.” he snaps a photo of you two in hopes to use it as blackmail, but really, he knows his friend would would appreciate the heartfelt candid of him & his s/o. and he does. after mochi sent him the photo, kazuya made it his lockscreen and even posted it on his story with the caption, “couldn’t think of anyone better to sit next to on bus rides 🤍 …sorry yoichi” kuramochi temporarily blocked him.

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[miyoooki]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: He finds out that you’ve been drawing him way too much

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: Miyuki Kazuya x artist!reader, short fluffy drabble, no y/n, Kazuya is annoying, not proofread

a/n - This one is for you @bunndemia

He wonders what could be so damn important on that iPad of yours that you haven’t so much as talked to him this morning. Every time your eyes would meet, you’d quickly look back down at your device, seemingly avoiding him.

Kazuya huffs out, sucks in his pride, and marches over to the bed where you’ve been sitting for an hour or so.

“What’cha got there?”

You failed to notice how quickly he got close to you, practically talking into your ear. It was too late before you could clutch the screen against your chest. You knew he had seen it all with the growing smirk on his face.

“It’s nothing,” you blatantly lie to his face. It only served to make that shit eating grin wider.

He hums. “Pretty sure I saw something there… maybe even a drawing of me?” Kazuya chuckles a bit. “No, I meant to say drawings of me.”

“You’re imagining things.”

As much as you try to gaslight him. There was no escape knowing that you’d been doodling the same person with the same fluffy shaded hair, same black rimmed glasses, and the same charming pout.

“Show it to me then—what you’ve been so busy with.”

You narrow your eyes at him, sensing your impending doom—that doom being relentless teasing coming from none other than your menace of a boyfriend.

But you clutch the device tighter. “I know you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“I won’t.”

“You will though.”

“When have I lied?”

“Are you saying I don’t know you that well?”

“Are you saying I’m a liar?”

“Fine.”

You let him take it from you, not daring to look at this reaction. But curiosity gets the best of you and you slowly pan your gaze to him.

A small smile graced his features. It wasn’t his usual I’m-gonna-annoy-the-heck-out-of-you smile; it was a genuine one.

“Wow… you are obsessed with me huh?”

That makes your brows furrow. “Oh please.”

“Don’t worry,” he reassures you. “I’m obsessed with you too, aren’t I?”

Kazuya looks up at you momentarily with the kind of smile that makes his eyes disappear and small dips form on his cheeks.

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to show him your stuff.

…

Until he scrolled the canvas.

“Why are there so many sketches of me shirtless?”

Oh. You’ve drawn him so much this morning you forgot about the short period of time your mind strayed to that place…

…

…

“Um… for science?”

miyoooki 2024 | do not copy, repost, translate

[kazuyalvr]

Miyuki Kazuya x F!Reader

In which you and Miyuki Kazuya share a special moment while waiting for the train…

- warnings: none

- notes: this is my first fanfic in a while so sorry if it’s a little bad 😶 and ty to my friend who inspired this idea

Being in the train station during rush hour in Tokyo is never fun. It’s always too crowded on the platform with sweaty bodies squeezing through. If you weren’t cautious enough, it was easy to get crushed or lost in the crowd of people.

As much as you hated rush hour, this one was a little more bearable since Miyuki Kazuya was standing right by your side. You and Kazuya had just finished watching a baseball game between the Yomiuri Giants and the Yakult Swallows. And of course, the game had to end just at the start of rush hour.

Looking down at your phone while waiting, the train should have been here around five minutes ago.

“The train is unusually late today…” You sighed peering at the train tracks to see if anything was arriving. There was nothing to be seen or heard though.

“Just means I get to spend more time with you before heading back to the dorms.” Kazuya teased. You let out a little chuckle at his words.

“Hmmm, maybe that doesn’t sound so bad. But still, I hope it gets here soon though. I’m not liking how the platform is filling up.” Shifting your balance from one foot to another, you started to feel rather uncomfortable. It was hard to stay calm when more people began pushing through.

Suddenly, a man in business attire accidentally pushed you into the crowd. Losing your footing, you felt yourself slip on your steps and begin to fall. Unable to catch yourself, you accepted your faith of falling on the subway platform. But, then you felt an arm circle around your waist keeping you up. Peering up at the person who caught you, you locked eyes with your boyfriend.

“Are you hurt?” He pulled you back to stand properly.

“Just accidentally got bumped a little too hard. I’m all fine though, don’t worry.” Giving him a reassuring smile, Kazuya was still feeling unnerved.

Without any words, Kazuya wrapped his arms around you from behind. He settled his head right atop of yours while his arms held you close against his chest. Kazuya was never one for public affection, so this was definitely out of both of your comfort zones.

“Wha- What’s this for?” You stuttered. This hug was unexpected, but it was comforting. It was exactly what you need at that very moment. All the anxiety suddenly washed away from your body.

“Hmmm…nothing. Just wanted to hold you.” His actions didn’t need to be explained for you to understand his intentions.

Continuing to wait for the crowded train, he still kept you in his arms rocking back and forth. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of you. You felt his warmth radiate off his body helping to you calm down. This was a type of affection you could get used to.

“Thank you…” You whispered softly. You didn’t expect him to hear you, but he did. Instead of responding with words, he held you even closer to him and continued softly rocking you.

Even when the light of an incoming train started becoming brighter, he didn’t let go. He still held you by his side all the way back to the dorms.

[wannabepoeticischiya]

if it can't be you, then let it be no one at all

ao3: if it can't be you, then let it be no one at all pairing: pro-mlb! miyuki kazuya x f! reader genre: romance wc: 3.7k status: one shot

As strange as it sounded, back then he couldn’t pray for love. It was kind of pathetic to hear, true. To dare to dream about it beyond the fields of baseball was ridiculous, and to want it with her? Even more so.

Miyuki couldn’t put it into words, because even if he tried to—the mirror of her smile showed up in his head, the sound of her laughter echoing in the once desolate meadow of his heart, the warmth of her gazes melting the frost he never noticed had encased his soul.

And when he conjures the image of the one who holds his heart—it was no longer the field domed by the azure skies, no longer the sweltering heat that came from the glaring sun… it was her, at the center of it all, holding it together, colored with all the shades of happiness the universe could offer.

There was something in summer that had Miyuki Kazuya feel iffy like there was an itch in the back of his head only the change of seasons could scratch. 

It's not like he totally detested summer (he did) or wished for it to go away faster (he does). He used to love summer—the heat, the burning sensation of the sun as he played in the field, the warm air as he ran from one base to another... he loved it, thrived in it even. Back then he was sure he could never hold even an atom of resentment for the season when baseball was played at its peak. 

Well, that was what he thought back in high school. 

Back when Miyuki was only chasing after the girl from band club, the girl he saw at orientation day, and unknowingly, all too suddenly—Miyuki found himself barreling through the atmosphere like an asteroid catching fire and fell in love… which was annoying for her, and very embarrassing for him. 

The girl he sat next to during tests and would discreetly stare at. When he would take the most ridiculous routes back to his dorm just so he could see her. The girl who led his batting song... the girl who said yes to going out with him after a year and a half of courting her along with the occasional begging. 

[Name], whom he is now married to. 

“Miyuki, how does it feel to once again step onto the world stage this coming tournament?” The interviewer’s question brought him back to where he was at the moment, sitting in this unnervingly comfortable chair, wearing clothes his publicity team had pressed into perfection, the glaring lights illuminating the stage. 

It always made him think that he should feel comfortable, be more confident in his own skin, and not feel as if he was giving off this… ‘stiff as a board looking like he wanted to get out of this place and run back home vibe’—which he would’ve done if he wasn’t so shackled by his professionalism. 

He is reminded of the wires, of the cameras, and the dozens of eyes staring at him from the rows of people occupying the seats. The red sign that read ‘On Air’ glared right at him from the far end of the studio. 

“Pretty great,” Miyuki inwardly winced at his lackluster reply. Great? Really? Is that the best you got? 

Miyuki always told himself that he should be used to this. That he shouldn’t be so jittery and jumpy and lose all the words he knew whenever someone asked him a question. After being invited to countless talk shows, interviews, press conferences, and all the publicity needed to promote the team—he should be used to it. But when he’s shattered out of his daydreams, he finds it difficult to quickly gather the fragments of his thoughts. 

He cleared his throat, plastering the well-practiced professional smile he spent so long trying to perfect in front of the mirror (and with his wife—duct taped on the mouth because she was always laughing—who gave him an approving nod and thumbs up as her shoulders shook from her giggles).

“We have an amazing lineup of players, and we’ll definitely be reaching for the World Series title this year.” 

Even if the words were something his PR manager told him to say, Miyuki—for all his charm and ego—knew it was the truth, and he would have said it even if no one told him to.

The interviewer chuckled, liking the way Miyuki's energy took on a much lighter form. “Confidence! We love seeing that in promising young players. And when has Miyuki Kazuya ever turned down a challenge?”

Miyuki smirked, leaning back and crossing his legs, draping an arm over the couch—something less than a force of habit. “Wouldn’t be here if I did.”

The interviewer laughed, flipping through his cue cards. “Alright! Let’s switch things up a little. We have here some fan-submitted questions, and—” He glanced up from the cards, heaving a breath, and gave Miyuki a knowing look. “—well, they are very interested in your life outside the field.”

Miyuki sighed, the smile still very much present on his face—but if he could, he wouldn’t tell the world anything beyond what he shows in baseball. 

“Of course they are,” he laughs quietly, shaking his head like he expected this to happen—which he did considering [Name] showed him the form a few weeks earlier informing the fans that their questions had the chance to be answered by Pro Baseball Player Miyuki Kazuya.

“Okay let’s get right into it!” The interviewer cheered, shuffling the cards as the lights of the studio were set to scatter to increase the tension. 

“What is Miyuki Kazuya’s favorite season?” 

Miyuki tilted his head in thought. If he were to be asked that question ten years ago, he’d say summer right off the bat (pun intended). No one would ask him why—not when the answer was written all over him. 

Already painted on his sunfire-kissed skin, tan lines that never faded no matter the shift in seasons. It was printed on the school roster that bore his name year after year, in the tournament highlights played under the searing sun. Even stared right back at them through his sports glasses as he crouched behind the home plate. 

Summer was baseball. Summer was his season.

But here, underneath the artificial lights of the studio, wrapped in layers of designer-approved clothes, in the center of all these curious eyes, he couldn’t say the same. 

Not because he fell out of love for summer—heaven knew he still loved the feeling of warmth covering his skin, of the hot zephyrs hitting his face as he ran across the field, the way everything would settle into silence… he adored that, it was still living within him. 

But one day, somewhere along the way, Miyuki found something—someone—he loved more. 

And suddenly summer paled when put next to her. 

No summer sky could match the glow on her face when she smiled. No sun could rival the gleam of her eyes when she looked at him with all the gentleness in the universe. No warmth of the season could mirror the way her arms felt around him—when she actually let him hug her, or even get close enough to try to.

He remembers it clearly. The moment he had experienced the sheer cruelty that came with the season of summer. It wasn’t shrouded in daylight, not even on the field where he believed should’ve been the only answer, and—as horrible as it was to say it—he would’ve chosen losing a game underneath the sweltering heat than be subjected to this torture. It was in the dead of night, when silver light flooded the darkened room, and he was banished to the other side of the bed.

“Dude, get away from me.” 

A hand—her hand—was planted on the hill of his cheek, pushing him away. 

Miyuki groaned but did not budge, still trying to cling onto her despite her efforts to shove him away. “You’re so mean.”

“You're too hot,” she fans herself with her other hand, not giving him the chance to glomp her with his torrid temperature. “Why are you even here? There's literally so much space over there!”

He props himself up on an elbow, resting his head on his fist, staring at her unimpressed. “Well, I wouldn't be here if someone didn't spill chocolate over my side of the bed.” 

Miyuki was lucky enough to have that excuse because if he didn’t, he would still try to get into her personal space—only he would have less of a chance to actually succeed. 

She huffed, turning away from him. “I already said I was sorry!”

“Sorry isn't gonna magically get us clean sheets overnight.”

That was a lie of course, he did see some bed sheets in the cabinets earlier—choosing to hide them underneath a pile of hello kitty blankets so she wouldn’t think to look for it there. 

Realizing she wasn’t gonna win this one, not when she was close to passing out, most certainly not when the heat of the season was beginning to test how far her patience can reach, she relented—albeit reluctantly. 

“Fine, just—just stay away from me.” She sneaks a glance at him from over her shoulder, staring at him pointedly; a warning. Don’t you dare. 

Miyuki barely moved before she snapped again.

“Kazuya! Stop it!” She pushed him away, giving him one of the nastiest glares he had ever received in his life. “I told you, it's too hot so move away!”

He sighed dramatically, willing his body to move a fraction away from her. “I literally just tried to find a better position to sleep.”

“You can do that without inching close to me.”

Miyuki only agreed, finding that she wouldn’t relent no matter how he tried. It was summer vs him. It’s not like he could force his body temperature down in the snap of a finger. If she didn’t want him near, then it’s fine. He would behave. 

At least… until she falls asleep.

When the world was shrouded in stillness, the midnight sun crossing the center of the sky, and the only sound she could hear was the steady hum of the AC—which she had so stubbornly set to the lowest power setting—she woke up feeling the same problem she desperately tried to avoid earlier.

It was too hot. 

And this time, she couldn’t move.

Amidst the haze of slumber clouding her vision, it took her a solid ten seconds to figure out why. 

Kazuya had locked her into a bear hug, one arm draped over her waist, the other curling over the expanse of her collarbone. His breath was warm against her nape, legs tangled with hers like she was some human-sized plush toy.

The more she tried to pry his hold away from her, the tighter he held on. She knew he was completely knocked out, and she knew there was no changing anything about the situation when clearly Kazuya was unwilling to let go—even in his unconscious state.

She could only sigh, defeated—silently berating herself why she was stupid enough to sleep next to him on one of the hottest days of summer. Then again, if she were to sleep on the couch, Kazuya would still find his way next to her and she would still be faced with the same dilemma. 

Left with no other choice, she slept feeling like she was pressed up against a literal furnace.

Miyuki let out a breath, dragging himself back to the present. He smiled fondly at the memory, it felt like he was reliving the moment all over again but in reality, he knew he was up in la la land for no less than ten seconds. 

The interviewer raised a brow at Miyuki. “You’re really considering your answer carefully, huh?”

Miyuki let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah,” he playfully agrees. “Had to go through a whole mental debate for a while.”

“So?” The interviewer prompted, nodding encouragingly. “What’s the verdict?”

Miyuki tilted his head, the corner of his lips curling to a boyish smirk. “Winter.”

There was a beat of silence. Miyuki didn’t even have to look anywhere to know that everyone expected a different answer. He was Miyuki Kazuya, someone who lived for the season of summer, for the sun, the thrill of baseball underneath the sapphire skies.

The interviewer gathered his thoughts faster than anyone else, flashing a grin. “Yuletide! Well, it looks to me that the audience is just as shocked as I am! Any special reason why winter takes the crown?”

Miyuki smiled, if only they knew just how lucky he was during winter.  

When the cold made her clingy, lingering around him like a shadow because the warmth of the heater wasn’t enough. When she would abandon her side of the bed to come near him—because all too suddenly, no amount of blankets could replicate the feeling when it was his arms curled around her.

When she curled into him effortlessly, like winter sun: slowly, effortlessly… as though it was always meant to be; slotting herself to all the spaces between them, pressing her cold feet against his legs without warning. He would flinch, caught off guard, and she always laughed—always.

When she would rise first during the slow, snow-ridden mornings, tugging his sweatshirt over her head, sleeves reaching past the horizons of her fingertips, before walking the hallways in her fluffy wool socks to go and make warm drinks for the both of them. When she would find herself beside him, holding the cup between her hands, leaning against his side because he was abundant in warmth—because Kazuya ran hot and she liked it.

When she let him pull her close—without complaint, with no hesitation… nothing but the infinite vastness of adoration lingering in the spaces they couldn’t take for themselves. When she would bask in the feeling of his warmth, without shoving him away, without calling him a human furnace and declaring war on him at the ungodliest hours of the morning.

Winter meant the return of stolen hoodies, when his clothes weren’t enough for the two of them because she would refuse to use any of hers with the excuse of ‘they aren’t as warm as yours’. It meant waking up to find her draped over him like a cat. Winter meant pulling her in for a hug any time he wanted… it meant lazy mornings spent under thick blankets where it’s just the two of them—and nothing in the world could ever matter.

Winter meant her. 

Miyuki blinked, realizing he got lost in thought once more. He lets out a breath, half expecting a cloud of white to form where his lips meet the air—only to find it nowhere. Thinking about winter made him wish for it to arrive faster. 

He tilts his head with a knowing smile. “Well…” he began, “it’s closer to my birthday.”

The host couldn’t hide the chuckles that left his lips as he shook his head in amusement. “Ahh, we really cannot argue with that folks! No one can beat birthdays.”

Miyuki joined in on the laughter, shifting where he sat—inwardly grinning like a fool, if only they knew. “What can I say? I like the season that treats me well.”

The audience collectively laughed, though anyone with half a brain working could figure out that there was so much more to what the athlete was saying. But Miyuki wasn’t about to spell it out for the world to hear. 

The interviewer, ever the professional, let the moment simmer before he once again shuffled through the cards for the next question. “Alright, moving on—next question, and this one… oh, this one’s interesting.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Miyuki, as the latter just smiled the best he could.

“Is Miyuki Kazuya single?” 

The question nearly had him choking on air… literally. 

Was that… a serious question?

Wasn’t it already obvious? Wait. Hold on. Did I never—? 

A mental recap of the past year rolled in his head at lightning speed. He remembers getting married, of course—highlight of his life. He remembers wanting to tell the world and he believes he was close to doing so before his name slips past the borders of his wife’s lips, beckoning him to come over. But even after that, he could’ve sworn he posted a picture of their anniversary earlier this year… or did he just think about posting it? Surely he mentioned it elsewhere, right?

Snapping out of his thoughts, he did the one thing he was good at even after all these years—he laughed it off. Miyuki quickly looked at the camera and smiled proudly. “Nope,” he chuckles, raising his left hand to show the silver band on his ring finger. “Haven’t been single since second-year high school.”

The audience reacted immediately. Some in laughter, a mix of impressed murmurs, the others in absolute shock. 

Miyuki let out an amused laugh, although he, himself, was also quite lost. “Really?” he blurted out before he could hold his tongue—he was so gonna get grilled for this. “Did I never explicitly say I was married?”

The interviewer whistled and leaned forward, seemingly intrigued. “Many fans speculated that you were off the market even before your teammates posted Instagram stories of a wedding where the groom looked quite similar to you.”

And it hit him. 

Miyuki had never actually announced it. 

Miyuki put a hand against his mouth, trying to fight off the laughter that wanted to break free from the back of his throat. 

“Oh,” he breathes out, voice dying in the tunnels of his throat at the realization. “Oh, that’s—wow. That’s on me. Sorry.”

Laughter filled the studio, and Miyuki could do nothing but card a hand through his hair. So… he never actually announced that he was married. Perhaps the excitement got to him too much that he only imagined telling the world all about it but in reality, he became far too preoccupied living the dream of a married life to even say a thing about it. 

“Now you heard it here first, folks. Pro Athlete Miyuki Kazuya is a happily married man! So happy he forgot to announce it.”

The interviewer relished in the audience’s amusement, giving Miyuki a grin of his own. “Well, now that we know you’re hitched this brings us back to the fact that you married a high school sweetheart. Now that’s rare! How did that happen?”

Miyuki found himself smiling softly at the reminder of her, rubbing the silver band on his finger—the only anchor he had left to this moment so he wouldn’t ascend to the clouds and drift in the ocean of every thought he harbored for her. “It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that.”

“You had to work for it?” The interviewer looked like his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Was it really that surprising? It wasn’t just the host who looked bewildered, from the corner of his eyes, he could see a few cameramen and staff and the audience staring at him eagerly waiting for him to continue. 

“The words of my wife were, ‘Work for it like a cow, Kazuya. Maybe, I’ll consider it after a year or so’ and she considered me after a year and a half.” He grins proudly.

“A year and a half?” Now the interviewer practically had his soul escaping from his open mouth. 

The memories made Miyuki smile. How his stare constantly gravitated towards her. The feeling of absolute euphoria when he stood in the batter’s box knowing she led the theme song to his play. When he would come in late to PE because he knew her name was last on the list and she would be left with no choice but to pair up with him. 

Miyuki chuckled, he found it peaceful to talk about her—that he could finally tell the world why he was so happy. “She didn’t like me at first. But I had the biggest crush on her—downright ridiculous. Took the longest, most unnecessary routes back to my dorm just so I could ‘casually’ run into her. I swung hard enough to make the ball go out of bounds so I’d have the excuse to go get it because she was there. This is kinda embarrassing to admit.”

The interviewer grinned. “That’s some strategic planning, Miyuki,” He playfully salutes the athlete. 

“What can I say? I have baseball to thank for that.”

Miyuki wouldn’t have it any other way. If she told him to work hard for her to agree for the next ten years he would do it in a heartbeat. 

He wouldn’t even hesitate. He wouldn’t falter. 

As strange as it sounded, back then he couldn’t pray for love. It was kind of pathetic to hear, true. To dare to dream about it beyond the fields of baseball was ridiculous, and to want it with her? Even more so. But there he was, choosing to look at her instead of the team practicing, his gaze drifting from Kuramochi ranting about the pitcher’s haste to watch as she led the band to the tune she wanted to play, his heart slowly but surely finding its way to orbit around her.

Miyuki couldn’t put it into words, because even if he tried to—the mirror of her smile showed up in his head, the sound of her laughter echoing in the once desolate meadow of his heart, the warmth of her gazes melting the frost he never noticed had encased his soul.

And when he conjures the image of the one who holds his heart—it was no longer the field domed by the azure skies, no longer the sweltering heat that came from the glaring sun… it was her, at the center of it all, holding it together, colored with all the shades of happiness the universe could offer. 

So how could he give that up so easily? How could he never find a reason to stay? When all that he has ever loved and more was her? 

And if it wasn’t her, then he would rather have no one at all.

There was something about it; knowing—learning all that she was passionate about. Carving into his very being the engraving decorating her soul just to feel a tad bit closer to her than he already was, delve a little deeper into her mind, to see for himself the meadows of her desires.

There was something about it… when he does that. As though there was no greater thing to exist other than to love her slowly… intimately. To catch her form as she joyfully hops the last step of the stairs, wait as she ties her shoelaces, hold his hand out for her to take when she's walking slow—ready to receive her once she catches up, wait for her to finish her meal—to be awarded the rarity of the moment of basking in the light of her vulnerability.

He found greatness in loving her softly… slowly. Like letting the stars simmer and cool before they're ready to burst forth and burn for all the eternities.

Miyuki would find himself telling her the words, if it can’t be you… then let it be no one at all.

It is so ridiculously hot where I live (around 42C here) and when I go out my sweat drips like a faucet that can’t be shut off (;´A｀) The original title for this was supposed to be written in Filipino ‘Kung hindi lang din ikaw, ‘di bale nalang’ which would literally mean: if it’s not you, then nevermind.  I have a serious issue with Miyuki because I burst into tears when I see him (ㅠᯅㅠ) I'm such a loser and I don't even know the reason why.

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Hiiiiiiya! <3 Can I request what your interpretation of a jealous Miyuki would be like? Maybe a situation where someone like Sanada is chatting up reader after a game and Miyuki gets possessive (gives her his jersey, wraps an arm around her, etc.)? Doesn't have to be that exact scenario, just thinking out loud ~

Hi Anon! My apologies for the delay. I hope you enjoy what I wrote and Happy New Year!

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‘Why do we have to play against them out of all teams?’ Miyuki gritted his teeth in frustration as discreetly as he could. The team was preparing to have a practice game against Yakushi High School. Normally, he would be excited about it. But a part of him couldn’t muster all the enthusiasm that he would normally have in the past. 

“What got your panties in a bunch?” Kuramochi teased, noticing the catcher’s sour expression which got worse as soon as the bus from Yakushi came into view. 

“Just thinking how challenging this match is going to be,” Miyuki replied absentmindedly. 

“Usually that kind of stuff excites you,” the shortstop pointed out.

“Don’t you see me bursting with excitement?” Miyuki deadpanned. 

“You look just peachy,” Kuramochi scoffed, obviously not buying what Miyuki was saying. He noticed that his expression darkened as soon as Sanada was coming out of the bus. He was laughing with Raichi and the other players. 

“Where is y/n-chan?” the catcher asked, looking around for his girlfriend. 

Kuramochi blinked twice in confusion and then smirked when he put two and two together. “Don’t tell me that this is about marking your territory.” 

Miyuki turned to him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

The shortstop narrowed his eyes at the catcher. “You’re jealous.” 

Miyuki scoffed. “Why would I be jealous?” he crossed his arms across his chest. “Jealousy is just petty. Just because I don’t like how Sanada talks to y/n-chan everytime he sees her, or how she laughs at his horrible jokes, doesn’t mean I’m jealous,” he said with venom dripping from his tone. 

“Sure, sure,” Kuramochi nodded. “You’re way more mature than that.”

“Exactly,” Miyuki concurred. “He’s the immature one. He’s the one that doesn’t understand that flirting with other people’s girlfriends is just wrong.” 

“Completely disrespectful of him,” the shortstop added in sarcasm. “It’s even worse when he is better at it than you are,” Kuramochi added. 

Miyuki widened his eyes in surprise, a blush starting to tint his cheeks. “S-shut up,” he lamely added. 

Kuramochi let out his loud signature hyena-like laugh. “Oh man, you really get upset by this. Who would’ve thought that you were this jealous and possessive ?” 

“I’m not jealous nor possessive,” the captain protested, averting his gaze from Kuramochi. 

“Oh really?” 

Miyuki nodded. “It’s about the principle, not jealousy,” he added unconvincingly. 

“So does that mean that you’re not going to be angry and jealous during the game?” Kuramochi asked with a mischievous smile. 

“I-” 

“Why would Kazuya be angry and jealous during the game?” y/n asked, popping out of nowhere which made Miyuki flinch to Kuramochi’s amusement. 

Kuramochi chuckled as Miyuki gulped a thick lump down his throat. 

“Nothing, Kuramochi is just teasing me,” the catcher explained, while running his fingers through his short brown locks. 

Y/n shot him an unconvinced look. “Is that why you’re blushing?” 

“I’m not blushing,” the catcher protested while pouting which made y/n giggle. 

“Good. We need our captain with his head in the game,” y/n teased. 

“We’ll see about that,” Kuramochi’s eyes flickered with even more mischief as he saw an approaching figure. 

“I always keep a cool head,” Miyuki boasted. 

“Yo! Y/n-chan!” a loud booming masculine voice called from behind Miyuki.

“Sanada-kun!” y/n-chan exclaimed. “How nice to see you.” 

Miyuki clenched his fists at the mention of his name. 

“Not nicer than seeing you,” Sanada replied with a charming smile while ignoring Miyuki who had his back to him. 

“Ready for the game?” Kuramochi asked. 

“Ready as ever,” Sanada said. “You guys better be ready to lose!” 

“That’s the spirit,” Miyuki joked. “It would be a shame if you guys lost after coming all this way.” 

Sanada flashed him a smirk and then turned to y/n-chan. “How do you date a guy with such a twisted personality?” 

Miyuki gave the best fake laugh he could. 

“You were not playing nice,” y/n pointed out. 

Sanada chuckled. “You’re right,” he said. “I should be behaving myself when I’m in your presence.” 

“Or maybe you could not be in her presence at all,” the catcher suggested, wrapping an arm around y/n’s waist and bringing her closer to him. “Just so you don’t have to worry about behaving yourself, y’know?” 

Sanada raised an eyebrow. “So this is how it is?” 

“This is exactly how it is.” 

Y/n started laughing awkwardly, trying to discreetly get out of Miyuki’s grasp. “Now, now, boys. You both better behave.” 

“This is not me misbehaving,” Miyuki said, glaring at Sanada.

“Ka-zu-ya,” y/n-chan narrowed her eyes at the catcher. However, he didn’t pay attention to her disapproving look since he was focused on Sanada. 

“I’m on my best behavior as well,” Sanada chided with a grin gracing his lips. “Gotta have my head cool in the game. Don’t wanna look like a loser in front of y/n-chan y’know?” 

Miyuki smirked to himself. “Too late for that.” 

“Kazuya is right,” y/n began which made Sanada’s expression turned sour as Miyuki grinned smugly. “It’s too late for that since I don’t only have one loser but two in front of me,” y/n added in disdain, before she turned around and left two stammering dumbfounded boys behind her. 

“y/n-chan wait!” they both yelled. 

Yes, they were both two idiots indeed.

[kazuyummy]

🍆 DAIYA NO ACE - HOW THEY LIKE RECEIVING HEAD - PT. 2

narumiya mei 💋 chris takigawa yu 💋 kuramochi yoichi

part one here

tw: degradation, rough sex about: afab!reader, mentions of genitalia i got unusually freaky with this one lmao, sorry (or not sorry?) in advance teehee. wasn't planning on doing another unless y'all ask (maybe tetsu, jun, and someone else?) so lmk

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NARUMIYA MEI sits on the edge of the bed so that he can have you sinking down on a toy as you suck him off. The rabbit-eared vibrator catches your clit when you slam down onto it, grinding your hips and humping. Sometimes, when you get too caught up in your own pleasure and don't pay enough attention to his, he'll tie your wrists behind your back as punishment. This gives him a full view of your tits bouncing and the drool making its way down your chin as you make your work on him as sloppy as possible. You know he loves it when you suckle just the head, flicking and swirling your tongue around. Or when you take both of his balls, the weight of his cock resting on your forehead as you lick. He'll take his dick and tap it against your cheek; a signal for you to stick out your tongue so that he can ruffle your hair and call you his cumslut. He does it so patronizingly, but it only serves to turn you on more. Where he releases depends on his mood-- today, he pulls out of your mouth with a pop, and with two firm strokes, paints your face white. And you'll certainly continue riding the toy until he's satisfied.

CHRIS TAKIGAWA YU, ever the gentleman, insists on having you sit on his face while you pleasure him. Of course, he also does it so he can control your moaning against his cock, sucking on your clit so he can feel the vibrations of your throat, or grabbing you by the thighs and moving you along his shaft. And when he calls you his cute little fucktoy in such a sweet, gentle voice while he controls you, it has you babbling and choking on him. He's so skilled with his tongue and fingers, diving in like a man starved. He'll urge you to squirt for him, fingering you until you cover his face in your juices. Even when you try to close your thighs, embarrassed, he'll pry them open and make sounds that are downright nasty, spreading your pussy lips apart and ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. The only time your mouth is off of him is during cries of, "i love your cock, baby", or "use me daddy, please!", which makes his dick twitch. He'll be tempted to flip you over and creampie you, but knowing that you'll both be good for a round two, he bucks up into you, filling your throat with the taste of him. And when he gets a tissue to help you wipe up, his little, fucked-out mess, you know that's the only bit of mercy he'll be giving you the rest of the night.

KURAMOCHI YOICHI can't help but run his fingers through your hair as you finally take his whole length in after teasing kitten licks and peppered kisses. He starts off gentle, but the lewder your sounds get, the rougher he wants to be with you. Your big doe eyes and plush, pouty lips make him want to absolutely ruin you. He's kind enough to stutter out, "can I fuck your throat?", but once he gets permission, he's a wild animal. You'll open wide for him, making sure to hollow out your cheeks when he grabs a fistful of your locks and sets the pace. You keep staring at him, innocent and pretty; a doll made just for him. You finally get a bit of a break when he pulls out with a, "you okay, baby?", and when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue with hands folded neatly in your lap, he swears you'll be the death of him. Yoichi sheathes himself inside again, murmuring a mix of possessive pet names and chants of, "you're mine, you're mine, you're mine" with every swipe of your skilled tongue against his shaft. When he cums, he's in disbelief, resisting the urge to roll his eyes back to watch pretty, fat tears drop down the sides of your eyes before he wipes them up and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[k0mfort]

"oh this?"

he shrugs, as though the cuts or his bruises do not hurt. as though you cannot see him flinch with every muscle flexed. as though his shirt is not torn in all places and some stupid fight had busted his lips wide open.

"this is nothing. you shoulda seen the other guy—"

"youichi."

your stern voice made him purse his lips, throwing his gaze away from you and onto the hard ground instead. he scowls.

he sits before your standing figure, not looking ashamed, but somewhat annoyed. a little bitterness blossoms in your heart. your eyes are welling up with tears that have made your cheeks wet over and over again.

is it the way he lets himself get hurt over and over again for some cheap thrill that comes and goes shortly? or is it how he ignores you, or whatever you tell him, and doesn't see how it hurts you seeing him like this?

you can't tell anymore.

"you never stop," you whisper, pressing your trembling lips hard against each other. you keep your gaze hard on the top of his head, waiting for him to look at you.

and when he does, he looks away almost immediately.

"don't cry," he mutters, closing his eyes while placing his palm against his forehead. "shit."

"you never stop," you repeat your words, letting the tears fall freely again.

he looks at you, grabbing you by the hand so that he can pull you closer. "hey," he whispers your name softly once. he then does it again when you still refuse to look at him. "look at me, hey."

you suck in a sharp breath, "what?"

"i'm..." you see him hesitate. "i'm sorry... alright?"

"no you aren't."

"i am," he pulls you in so that you are standing in between his knees, close enough for him to watch your crying face from under you. "i don't want to make you feel like this."

"you aren't even sorry for fighting," you whine, attempting to push him away. he stays still.

youichi examines the way you won't look at him—how you are trying to wipe away your tears only to have another wave of tears flow down your face.

"shit— okay, maybe i'm not," his voice shakes. he lets his fingers intertwine with yours, holding your hand tight. "but i really am sorry for making you cry. you gotta believe me."

"you have to stop—" you peek at him, opening one eyes. "you have to stop fighting. i can't keep seeing you like this anymore—"

the closer you are to him, the more clearly you can see his cut up eyebrows, the forming bruise under his eye, the dry blood on his lips.

"oh gosh," you close your eyes, sobbing even harder. "i can't see you anymore. not like this. i can't, youichi."

he pulls you in, wrapping his free arm around you. "okay okay. i'll try to stop, alright?"

you don't believe him. you shake your head and cry even harder to the back of your hand.

"i swear— hey," he tugs on your hand again, and when he doesn't see you look at him, he places his forehead on your torso, his mind racing in all different directions. "you can't leave me. i swear. i'll try to stop. no— i'll stop, i'll stop."

"you won't," you wail, "you don't know how to stop—"

"i will," he insists. "i swear to you, i will. don't leave me. just don't leave."

you don't know why, but his insistence made you cry harder.

you stand there as you sob to your hand, juggling between the choice of giving him his hundredth chance or finally letting go.

author's note: this is supposed to be a longer one but i can't form anything in my head... anyway. i know this sucks. But. consider this: i love him. i love kuramochi. and i also am very... interested... in bad boy tropes lately i KNOW this is so overused blablabla LET ME DREAM OK??? I WANT A BADBOY BOYFRIEND. TF. might make a longer version of this idk. prompt credit.

[prettyiwa]

Miyuki Kazuya x Reader content tags: fluff, flirting, kind of confession word count: 500 His Name continuation

By his third outing with you, you stop calling him by his full name. A tease meant to remind him of the first time you met, of the way he was still on “thin ice” after bumbling months before. Time pauses for him at the change, as he watches the seamless way your lips shape “Miyuki” and the way your voice barely hesitates as you save “Kazuya” for later. It’s a small step forward, an intentional decision to put to rest this playful bit, the re-ignition of that tiny spark of hope alive in his chest. 

“Growing fond of me, are you?”

“Fond of you?” 

If he didn’t know any better, he’d mistake you for insulted. What a thrill that he does, that you reward him with the smile he knows is coming. 

“You’re more like a persistent pest.”

“Oh? Is that why we’re both here at the cafe across the street from your favorite bookshop? Because I’m the pest who invited us out?”

When you smile, your eyes crinkle at the corners and your cheeks lift until they almost can’t anymore and your tongue smooths over your bottom lip before you bite it, trying to stifle whatever it is you’re feeling. He can hope that you’re feeling as he is, that, similar to him, there’s a little jolt beneath your ribs before your heart kicks it up a notch. He can hope a lot of little things, but all he knows for certain is that the sound of your laugh does funny things to his cardiovascular functioning.

“Okay, okay. Perhaps not a pest. Perhaps… something else.” 

“'Something else?' Seriously?” he laughs, feeling light with the way you look at him. “That’s the best you got? C’mon! Admit you enjoy my company.”

“I will do no such thing,” you tell him, but you lean forward just a bit as you play with your straw, making him wonder if you’re aware of the way you make his stomach do flips when you watch him like that.

You abide by your promise for the next three hundred days, or thereabouts. Not a word spoken about how you enjoy his company, about how easily he makes you laugh. The occasional brushing of hands and the shaky exhale that follows, the way you smile when he calls your name and the texts that have only grown in frequency—all of it without a word indicating that you like him.

Not until you’re both at another one of Sawamura’s get-togethers and he follows you into the kitchen while the others roll their eyes and laugh. Not until you trip because the corner of the runner had flipped up, not until he catches you before you fall. Not until you’re literally in his grasp, watching him with bright eyes, wide in surprise and a bit of something else. Not until then does anything change. 

“You’ve gone quiet there. You okay?”

Nothing until he hears your rushed, “You know, I think I have grown rather fond of you.”

(His Name) | (Something New) | (Daiya masterlist)

A/N: Forever later, but whatever. I've decided on a total of 11 drabbles for this because I'm a masochist but that's nothing new. tagging @ceenthesis, @no1frogfan, @tyga-lily, @princesskazuya,

[sheyfu]

》 even with all the sae in my mind, miyuki kazuya is still no. 1 in my heart 😭😭😭; another silly thought with miyuki kazuya from ace of the diamond; literally one of my comfort animes ahu ahu ahu 😓😓; fluff/comedy; you guys fight over the blanket (you love e/o dearly tho); (implied) mlb!kazuya (bro is your husband); no specified gender; wcc 555; read for a banger 🙏🙏

nights are never dull with miyuki kazuya. said nights include staying up well past midnight playing console games, gossiping about random couples you saw in his game a while ago, and something as simple as fighting over the blanket. 

well, this night is definitely one of those.

“stop moving i'm about to fall off the bed!” you complain.

“it's not my fault it's damn cold, who set the ac to 16 degrees anyways?!” miyuki quips.

him and his stupid brain. “you, stupid!” you say as you pull the blanket over to your side with all your strength.

it had been a very hot day which meant a very hot room in your shared apartment. while outside felt a bit cooler with the wind, the inside felt like hell. so here you both are snuggled up in your king size bed fighting over a stupid blanket because some stupid guy who plays baseball set the temperature to 16 degrees and left the ac remote on a very far table in the room. of course, neither of you plan to get out of the bed and walk those ten steps. amazing, right? yeah. definitely one of the worst nights with him 0/10, -1090200 aura points. never doing this again. 

you felt a jab on your chest. “hey! watch it, stupid” 

“it's not my fault you're hogging the blanket!” he complains.

you take deep breathes to calm yourself before threatening him with a white lie, “okay you know what just because of that im going to sleep in the bathroom.” 

then you heard it. he whines. miyuki kazuya whines and kicks his feet like a little toddler. “don't! it's cold and you're going to leave your poor and lonely husband here?! what a traitor!” he turns away from you and hugs the blanket closer to him.

great, he’s sulking now. and worse, he has the blanket. 

you sigh deeply, agitated with the way he's acting. yet, it's very endearing.

what a doofus. 

you close your eyes and try not to think about the discomfort of the skin-biting cold.

a few minutes pass and you faintly hear the sheets ruffling again—almost succumbing to the sweet embrace of slumber. however, your tranquility was interrupted by two strong arms and a heated blanket around your figure. 

you slightly open your eyes to see a pouting thing beside you.

“what's your problem now, kazuya?”

“go to sleep, stupid.”

“okay, whatever. thanks for sharing my blanket with me, handsome” yeah. your blanket definitely. 

right as you drift off to dreamland, you feel his lips on yours for a brief moment. 

“i love you” 

okay, maybe the night wasn't bad at all. +10000 aura points, 11/10 will do again.  

and thanks to that, miyuki kazuya woke up to his favourite sight on the bed-–a sticky note that says, hey, just went to pick up some groceries and supplies for my project. you're on cleaning duty today btw. also, mr. and mrs. fluff's litter boxes need changes. pls do them. it's to make up for hogging the blanket :)). love, your dearest 💛. definitely put a scowl on his face.

safe to say miyuki kazuya will never ever hog the blanket…

and forget about the ac remote. tsk. who even decided to put that stupid table in the corner? 

it was him.

HELLOOOOO tried something new with dialogue! i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! even though ace of diamond has a small audience, i can't not write about miyuki kazuya, he's just too 😭😭😭. i'm still trying to find out my writing style so for now, similar pieces will be posted!! thanks for being here and hope to see you soon :)) reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! <3

[miyukisu]

Ain't I Fallen In Love .ᐟ

❤︎ | he doesn't realize it yet, but he's kind of clingy ╰ feat. miyuki kazuya (dna)

tags - clingy miyuki, hint of pro player!miyuki, fluff and more fluff, i love him, it's his birthday tomorrow yay

a/n - based on the song Sweet Dreams, TN by the Last Shadow Puppets (pls listen to it!)

MEGA MASTERLIST

Kazuya thinks he isn't the clingy type of boyfriend. There was just no way.

Yet, it seems as if he's addicted to your presence. His words may betray him, but his actions certainly don't.

You see it in the way he aimlessly follows you around your shared space, talking your ear off as you busy yourself with chores. He doesn't even realize how talkative he becomes around you—that's when he's the happiest.

He goes on and on about some random thing he stumbled upon recently, until he realizes he had been talking for a solid 10 minutes or so. He stops, shrinks, and backtracks most of the time. You know the face he makes when it dawns on him that he had been yapping nonstop. It makes you laugh—it makes you smile really wide. Kazuya gets flustered when you have to reassure him that it's alright. But he insists that he isn't clingy.

I just sort of always feel sick without you baby I ain't got anything to lick without you, baby Nothing seems to stick without you, baby

At least, he isn't the guy who can't hang out with his friends anymore once he got a girlfriend. Kazuya meets up with his buddies every once in a while to catch up about life.

They talk about all sorts of things, from the mundane all the way to the extraordinaire. But somehow—somehow Kazuya manages to weave you in every thought he spews.

You'd think it's impossible, but it's true.

"Oh yeah. She was just talking about that the other day."

"I'm sure she'd love to hear about this."

His friends find it funny, how whipped this man was—how you got a man like him wrapped around your tiny little finger. They didn't have to meet you to like you; they just knew right away that you were something else to be able to turn Kazuya into this.

Cue the relentless teasing—Kazuya will lean back with a huff. Again, insisting that wasn't the case. Nevertheless, everyone saw that sparkle in his eyes whenever he'd get to bring you up. But he continues to insist that he isn't clingy—his friends were just jealous.

And all my pals will tell me is that I'm crazy You bet I'm loopy alright And I just don't recognize this fool That you have made me

His feet always lead him to where you were. He could be watching a good game of baseball on the living room TV. But, as soon as he realizes you were in the bedroom, he'll promptly shut it off and opt to watch the game on his phone instead. It hardly mattered to him that he'd have to squint and maybe lower the volume for you.

He sees you wrapped under the covers, silently reading that book you were telling him about the other day. Slowly, he'll approach, phone in hand. Kazuya would slide under the covers, shoving his arm beneath you and pulling you close. For a few minutes, he tries to remain engrossed in the unfolding match. It was he 9th inning; it was getting interesting.

But the arm that held his phone wanted nothing else but to drape over you—finally engulfing you in an embrace. So, he turns his phone off too, chucking he device somewhere off to the side of the bed.

When he pulled you in, he felt content in every way. He could always check the score of the match later. But to touch you like this feels like the first time every time. But, still, he insists that he isn't clingy.

And as you're shrinking figure blows a kiss I catch and smash it on my lips Darling, I can't seem to quit Completely falling to bits

They do say that the heart grows fonder with absence. He thinks he's at his wit's end without you—his anchor—by his side.

He sits alone, off to the side away from his teammates who were busy soaking up the adrenaline from their recent away game. Kazuya becomes restless almost immediately, just 5 minutes after sending the text, telling you that they had won. Rather than thinking about the victory, he wonders what kind of face you'd make upon reading the text or how you'd greet him once he comes home.

He glances down at his wrist where a hair tie of yours had found its way there. When did he start wearing that? Ah. It was his lucky charm all long. It made him smile, only inwardly though.

Closing his eyes, he thinks about you and in a moment of self-awareness... he reevaluates things.

Maybe he is a bit clingy.

Love like an ache in the jaw You're the first day of spring with a septum piercing Little Miss Sweet Dreams

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╰ author's note ohhh clingy Miyuki... you will always have my heart