#eijun sawamura x reader

[luboy7rt]

How I think Daiya no Ace Characters hug (Furuya,  Haruichi, Kanemaru, and Sawamura) - Headcanons

(Please remember, these are only my headcanons of how I think these characters would hug) (Mostly platonic, can be seen as romantic)

Eijun Sawamura:

- Sawamura is quite a hugger, when he gets excited, he would tap or flop himself onto others, if you are close friends, he flops his body over You for attention, if you aren't as close he would tap your shoulder rapidly or bonk you a few times.

- Sawamura would laugh loudly and practically jump on you whenever he sees you, happily just yelling your name, everyone on the team knows when you arrive due to Sawamura.

- “I know, I know, I'm so amazing! Ahaa!” Sawamura would dorkily grin and whenever he got to hug you, he tries to be respectful.. but he always seems to overstep into your personal space.

- He manages to accidentally step on your toes whenever you hug, basically being too excited to think about where he stands.. so he subconsciously chooses on your shoes. 

- Sawamura is quite a warm guy, simply wrapping his arms around you to either plop his head onto your head or shoulder as he excitedly rock back and forth as he tells you about his very awesome day at practice or something along those lines.

- Quite like a golden retriever, as he likes front hugs, he likes being right up against you, where he could easily wrap his arms around your neck, shoulders, or waist.

- This man would love it if you are as clingy to him as he is to you, but if you aren't, that's alright. He would try very hard to be respectful, but he also loves attention, praise, and physical touch BUT! He would try and make your comfort #1 priority during hugs. 

- He wouldn't notice at all if you were uncomfortable, you would have to tell him if he's too loud, or hugging too tight. He would laugh loudly and sheepishly as he would let go or loosen his grip on you. 

- ‘Good luck hugs!’ Sawamura would say before hugging you before a game, a tight bone-crushing hug then he would run off, almost tripping over his own two feet with a small blush the moment you, Miyuki, or Kuramochi make fun of him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sawamura would shout happily after a hug, cackling for all to hear as he would 'brag' to the rest of the team.

Satoru Furuya:

- Furuya would just plop down on you, his head on your shoulder or lap if you're good friends, that is his hug, and he wants to nap.

- Furuya's hugs are… unique. It would either be from behind or from the front, he would practically just walk into your body, waiting for you to be the one to hug him. He wouldn't even wrap his arms around you, he would just end up resting so his chin was on your head or shoulder.

- The man would definitely fall asleep if you held him too long, his eyes would tiredly droop as he would hide his face into your neck, head, or shoulder.

- Furuya is much colder than Sawamura, he would startle you with his cold hands, claiming he needs you to warm him up so he could go pitch. It became a normal thing for him to just walk up to you and place his hands on yours to ‘warm up’ and then silently walk away to go get (annoy) Miyuki to catch his pitches. 

- He tends to forget about boundaries, accidentally getting into your personal space as he would murmur for your attention, forgetting to be respectful of what you would want.

- But if you tell him straight up, you want him to do something or hug you a certain way he would. He's just a bit dense when it comes to being respectful and respecting unspoken boundaries. 

Haruichi Kominato:

- He is shyer with his hugs, hiding his face into your shoulder, or neck as he would wrap his arms around your torso or shoulders. 

- “Thank you.” He would say quietly once you both let go from the hug.

- He has good body temperature, warm but not too hot or cold.

- He has two different hugs, a casual side hug that people or you usually would have to pull him into or his normal casual hug, where it wouldn't be too short or too long and it would be comfortable.

- He is very observant and respectful, he would notice if you were uncomfortable in a hug and make an effort to let go and see what he could do to make you comfortable.

- He would be shy about the hug, if you tease him, he would go red in the face and keep his eyes behind his hair as he would turn away and laugh sheepishly.

- He wouldn't hug you before games, being too shy to hug anyone in front of his team, he would give you shoulder pats though like he would to the rest of the team.

Kanemaru Shinji:

- Normal and sane hugger compared to the others.

- He would grunt as he would wrap his arms around your waist or shoulders, being a bit stubborn about the hug.

- “All comfortable? Or do you need something else.” He would scoff, but he did mean it despite coming off as rude. 

- Kanemaru does respect you, he doesn't mean to come off as rude, he simply does sometimes. He secretly doesn't mind the hugs, he might even like them, but he would tell a soul, that's something he would keep to himself.

- Kanemaru is quite warm, he would hug you close to his chest or would lean into yours if you are taller, his hugs are tighter compared to the others, with one hand resting on the back of your neck and the other resting on your lower back. 

- Very respectful, would rest his face against the top of your head or your shoulder, no matter if you're taller or shorter.

- He would ‘shove’ you off after he claims you were hugging him too long and pat your head as he walks off.

- He wouldn't really hug you before the baseball games or practices, but if after? Yes, you could get a hug, he has such an adrenaline rush after playing, he would hug tightly and with a big happy grin that he got to play.

[kumottai]

pov: your boyfriend wants you to eat at work

[heaven-s-black-box]

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Sawamura Eijun

Cliche and he’s not embarrassed about it

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

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

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

But also, calls you partner

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

Also likes being called partner for the same reason

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

Just something only you call him

Trouble and love-bug seem to have stuck too

Miyuki Kazuya

He calls you babe

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

Will teasingly call you cringe and elaborate nicknames

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

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

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

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

Lovingly call him a smart-ass

You both call each other sweetheart sometimes

Kuramochi Youichi

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

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

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

A romantic at heart

You call him Romeo because of how in love he is

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

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

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

[boohaitani]

my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

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

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[queer-obsession]

y'all better be so fucking ready for some ace of the diamond X reader cause it's baseball season in the states mf and i haven't even been watching the games but it's been all over my socials and shits giving me so many ideas. prepare yourselves

[briology]

DAIYA CHARACTERS AS DADS

-> Father with the most humor. Loves making their children laugh. Whenever their child is sad, all they have to do is make a funny face, do a little dance with them, or even make a funny drawing, and that child is no longer feeling sad. Also, those types of dads that say "ya momma" to their kid (like that ain't his wife...) Truly one of the best kinds of father to have.

(kuramochi, SAWAMURA, kanemaru, narumiya, carlos, sanada, ryosuke)

-> Father with the scariest face, but the purest heart. These fathers may LOOK terrifying, but these men are gentle with their kids. The faces that they have may look like they are able to murder someone (they could) but they are like the neighborhood dads. They have their house open to everybody, as long as they respect it. They do have a bad side tho. So just watch it and there will be ZERO problems!

(TANBA, TETSUYA, kataoka, okumura, raichi)

-> Father that is scared, but loving. So scared to be a father. Now don't get me wrong, they LOVE their child/children. But the thought of not being good enough for them leaves them wondering if they are cut out for this. Yet, all of those worries wash away when their child/children are clingy towards them. Their child absolutely adores their father so damn much. They have the best bond with their children, a bond that will always be cherished

(MIYUKI, chris, furuya, haruichi, jun)

© 2023 briology

[koushuwu]

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

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

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

pt. 2 | pt. 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

“i was looking at you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“eijun?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no.”

“i–”

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

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

“okay,” eijun said. “i won’t.”

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

“we’re friends, we–”

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

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

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

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

“because we’re both drunk—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“love me tomorrow.”

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

[anific]

You Don't Love Me Anymore

Sawamura Eijun X Reader

Fluff

Warnings: None

"Don't you think you're being dramatic?" You sigh, putting down your book as you stare at your boyfriend who stares back at you before sighing and once again looking at the TV screen

You wouldn't have minded it, if only he hadn't been doing the exact same thing for over fifteen minutes already

It all started when you were reading a book as he entered the room, completely happy

"(F/N)!"

"(F/N)!" Sawamura keeps on calling but you just continue reading

Finally after a minute of him continuously calling your name, you decided to amuse him, "Yes, Eijun?" You ask him as he points at his lips

"A kiss?" He asks, smiling as he looks at you hopefully

"I'm doing something though." You raise the book as he huffs

"Just one."

"No."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"(F/N)!" He drags your name in a whine

"Later, okay?" You tell him as you hear him huff and walk toward the TV screen

"Come on, Eijun, I said I'm sorry." You sigh, sitting beside him as he 'hmphs' and ignores you

"Eijun." You groan, blocking the view with your face, but Sawamura just looks to the other side

"Come on, Eijun." You sigh, "Forgive me?" You switch to the other side and smile at him but he just huffs and looks away

"You don't love me anymore." He sulks as you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's overreaction

"Don't you think you're being too dramatic?" You ask him as he lets out a loud, scandalous gasp

"I was just kidding." You say, pulling him closer to you as he tries to wriggle away

"Ei!" You whine, locking him in your arms as he still refuses to look at you

"I love you." You try winning him back with sweet words, knowing how putty he becomes when hearing them

But he just huffs as you sigh

"I'm sorry for ignoring you, Junie." You apologize as you repeatedly kiss his cheek, "Forgive me?" You rest your chin on his shoulder as he finally turns to you, lips still in a pout as he points at it

You roll your eyes as you finally give him a proper kiss on the lips, making the southpaw smile

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wolves without teeth ━ miyuki kazuya

━ chapter two: need something that i can confess (’til all my sleeves are stained red) / read chapter one

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You knew your day wasn’t going to be great. The drone and then the third degree you suffered during lunch proved that. At least things were fine in the city but this — being face to face with the one person who knows you the best, the one person who could probably figure out who you are…

It’s not great.

You jump to your feet. Too quickly, you guess, by the way he tenses and takes several steps back, eyeing you warily. 

You can only imagine what you must look like to him. 

You didn’t take after Spider-Man’s red and blue color scheme, opting for black and white — mostly black. The mask is the same, with the big white eyes, and then a hood over that. Despite working hard to be the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman,’ you still use your slightly-creepy appearance (at night anyway) and powers to your advantage. Delphi says you look like an eldritch creature sometimes. 

With the low lighting in the neighborhood and the full moon above your heads, you understand his unease.

Still. You would rather die than ever hurt him.

Miyuki Kazuya. Your best friend. You’ve known him for over sixteen years. You’ve been with him through everything. 

Everything.

And the way he looks at you now, not like his best friend, but a stranger, a dangerous stranger… something inside you crumples.

Your chest feels heavy, each breath, each beat of your heart harder than the last. 

Your fingers twitch to unmask, to reveal yourself and say, Don’t look at me like that. You know who I am. You know me. Everything about me. I would never hurt you. Never.

You’ve avoided seeing the others like this. Mostly because you fear they might recognize you, the shape of your body, the way you move. 

You avoid Kazuya for the same reasons. And you knew, if you ever did stumble into him, you two wouldn’t exactly be buddy-buddy. But thinking that and actually being faced with it are two different things. This hostility. This guarded expression, this distrust — it hurts more than you would like to admit. Even if you should know better and should’ve realized it, that the others would regard you with wonder and amazement but not him. Never him.

You know why he doesn’t like her.

Spider-Woman, you mean.

He sees you as trouble. 

Not the good kind, either, not the kind that comes in the form of a hot-headed, passionate Southpaw pitcher with a moving fastball, with a pitching style just waiting to be turned into something great. Not a tricky batter he has to figure out how to strike out, not a pitcher he has to break down. 

You are none of that.

You are the kind of trouble that brings danger, bad luck, and misfortune. You are the kind of trouble that would put his life in danger.

“Well?”

You shake your head quickly.

“No? No to what? No to leaving?”

You open your mouth. The back of your neck explodes into tingles no don’t say anything don’t open your mouth he will know hewillknow —

Stop. Stop. Just stop. 

Your heart pounds too hard in your chest. You feel cast ashore. Struggling to get your head above the water. 

A dog barks somewhere in the distance, a cat yowls, getting into a fight with another, a few houses down, someone’s garage is opening, next door, the son and daughter of the couple there start to argue, in front of you, Kazuya shifts, a hand floating to the pocket of his pants, where his phone is —

No.

Everything comes back into focus. The extra information fades to the back of your mind. Kept in range but not your primary concern in this moment.

Your primary concern in this moment is him. And you know, you should’ve realized it, but you cannot talk. He would know instantly. He would recognize your voice. 

Sixteen years. You’ve been friends for sixteen years. 

If your roles were reversed, if he ended up like you right now, you think you’d recognize his voice. You would recognize it anywhere.

And you know it’s the same for him.

So, you shake your head again, then fold your index, middle, and ring fingers to your palm, leaving your pinky and thumb out. You point at it, then shake your head. Don’t call the cops.

He wouldn’t. It was just a bluff. But how can Spider-Woman know that?

“Oh, come on,” he scoffs. “I know you can talk. People have heard you. That’s how you got the media to call you that ridiculous name.”

Now that’s just uncalled for!

Sorry. Focus.

You shrug at him, shaking your head.

He sighs. “Whatever, I guess. I don’t really care. Could you leave?”

You should.

You really should. 

But your feet stay on the ground. You place a hand on your chest, chest heaving breaths for a moment, then using both of your hands to gesture downward, shoulders raising sheepishly. Just a few minutes to rest. Please?

Kazuya narrows his eyes. “You can’t do that on anyone else’s roof?”

A shrug. Then you clasp your hands together in another imploring gesture. 

He watches you for a second, arms still crossed tightly over his chest, every inch of his body language defensive. 

And for a reason you aren’t sure of, even after being friends with him for so long, he says, “Fine.”

But then he turns, heading for the small hatch. The hatch is in his room instead of the hall. You noticed when moving in and the owner didn’t have much to say for explaining why. None of you ever come up here because it’s kind of dangerous — completely flat without anything running along the perimeter. A simple stumble could have you falling over the side. You don’t know why Kazuya is up here but… what you do know is that he is about to leave you here alone and something like disappointment bubbles in your chest.

You aren’t sure what you were expecting. For him to stay up here and make small talk? Ask about your day? You can’t even talk around him.

So, you watch him go, disappearing back into the house. When the hatch is firmly shut and locked, you collapse onto the ground, dropping your head into your hands.

“Stupid,” you whisper to yourself. “So stupid.”

You let yourself wallow in self-pity for a few minutes before getting up. You’ll make a circuit of the neighborhood then come back. As yourself, not Spider-Woman.

Not much goes on here. A few teenagers playing a night game of soccer. They cheer when they see you, yelling out greetings. You make sure to wave back before you go. You have to make a quick escape when you glimpse a police car slowly patrolling the neighborhood.

Did he…?

No. He didn’t. He couldn’t have. He would never.

Others must have seen you and called it in. The older ones, probably, who disapprove of your actions. 

You brush off the thoughts and land in an alley near the house; a couple cats, including the newly-returned Momo, hiss at you. They usually crawl into the house’s tiny backyard through a small hole in the fence and that’s where you and Eijun feed them breakfast and dinner. 

“Aw, you know who I am. Don’t be like that,” you say, kneeling and extending your hand to her. Her emerald green eyes flash in the night. She hisses and swipes a paw at you. 

“Man, I can’t get a break,” you mutter, standing and, after ensuring no one can see you, vaulting over the fence and climbing up to your room where you quickly and quietly change into your normal clothes. You do your best to fix your appearance, then you grab your bag, drop back down, and come around the street. Terribly complicated, you know, but like always, Kazuya throws a wrench in your plans.

When you enter, you expect to find Kazuya in the kitchen or living room, but he isn’t. You frown, kicking off your shoes in the genkan, and slipping further inside. Eijun and Wakana’s bedrooms are down here and he has no business being there. 

You let yourself tune into your senses. Next door is quiet by now. So are most of the houses around. Movement upstairs. He’s here.

Like a thread connecting you two, your senses easily hone in on him, your feet leading you to his bedroom, where you push open the door and pause in the doorway as you see him climbing back down from the hatch.

“Kazuya?”

“Jesus —”

He jumps, nearly missing the last step to the ground. Every muscle in you wants to jump forward to steady him but you withhold it, seeing him regain his balance with a few well-placed expletives under his breath, feet back safely on the wood floors.

“Seriously, you have to stop doing that,” he complains, a petulant expression on his face as he turns to look at you, closing the hatch behind him.

“Sorry,” you say, meaning it. Sometimes you forget how quiet you are these days and scare the shit out of him (and the others) on accident. But to be fair, he does the same to you. 

You glance between him and the hatch, watching him stretch to his toes to lock it. 

“What were you doing up on the roof?” You don’t even have to pretend to be mystified. 

Was he… No, he was probably just checking. Just making sure you’d left eventually. Else a well-placed threat for calling the cops would come again, you’re sure. 

But you still wait with bated breath for his answer. What will he say? Will he tell you the truth? Complain about how ‘Spider-Girl’ took up post on the roof? Probably say something about making her pay rent if she keeps coming?

You get your answer in the next moment.

“Just thought I heard something.”

You laugh. It feels a little breathless. There’s no way. “Like what?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. Maybe the cats got up there. But I didn’t see anything. It’s nothing, I guess.”

You latch onto the opportunity for distraction. “The cats —”

He holds up a hand, stepping around you to go back downstairs. “Relax, I already fed them.”

“Thank you.”

He waves it off. You follow him distractedly.

He lied. Kazuya lied to you. No mention of Spider-Woman. You’d have believed it, too, were it not for the fact that your senses are particularly tuned for that kind of thing and, well, you had quite literally been there.

Why did he lie?

You struggle to decide on whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. 

Man, who are you kidding? You know the answer to that.

Hope blossoms in your chest. Could you make him like Spider-Woman? Or at the very least tolerant? He lied — to you. His best friend. You wouldn’t have reacted negatively to hearing about it. Not at all. And yet…

You don’t know. But a part of you wants to believe that this could be hope. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks, opening the door to the fridge.

You blink, coming back to yourself. “Am I — oh. You know the answer to that. I’m —”

“Always hungry,” he finishes, chuckling. “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

“Kazuya!”

He just laughs. It’s impossible for you not to smile at the sound, warmth unspooling in your chest. That heavy feeling is back again but it’s sweet, full of honey-thick warmth. 

God, you’re so…

He tosses a grin over his shoulder, amber brown eyes twinkling with mirth. Nothing like earlier. He is open to you, warm. This is how it should be.

“I’m not pregnant,” you grumble, though the effect is negated by the way your lips twitch. 

“It’s okay if you are!”

“Shut up! I’m not!” 

This is from a few months ago, when they’d all noticed your increased food intake; all of them were admittedly concerned about it and theorizing on their own as to why. Kuramochi was the one who had to bite the bullet and ask if you were pregnant, since that was the only feasible explanation they could come up with. (Kazuya privately insists he knew better but went along with it, anyway; you think he’s a big fat liar.)

While embarrassing, as you had to stammer through a firm denial that you were not pregnant — you hadn’t been with someone since last year — it was better than them concluding you were Spider-Woman. 

Kazuya shuts the fridge door with his hip, turning, hands settling on your shoulders, squeezing, a mock earnest look on his face.

“We’d help, you know. With the appointments… and then after… it’d really be more economical.”

“Help? God save a child raised by the funky bunch of idiots.”

He throws his head back and laughs. You push his chest gently, face warming at his proximity. He smells like cinnamon. 

Though you’re pushing him away, the urge to grab him and bury your face in his chest is monumental, like a tsunami crashing into you. 

You’re strong enough to lift a car and then some but in moments like these, you feel so weak.

Especially as his hand comes to your cheek, eyes narrowing at something on your face.

“Huh,” he says, reaching up to pull the band-aid on the cut on your temple free. “This looks… a lot better than earlier.”

Shit. You’d forgotten about that.

The skin is no longer red and irritated and the cut itself is scabbed over. That’s the healing factor. Great for when it comes to nastier injuries, that way you’re not hobbling around and making the others suspicious, but for the smaller stuff, the ones they notice… not great. You usually have to do some makeup magic so as to not raise alarm. 

“It feels better,” you quickly say. “Probably because of that ointment you put on it.”

“Huh.”

Your stomach rumbles at that moment, saving you as he snickers.

“Come on,” you needle him, turning him around to face the kitchen, pushing him towards the stove. “I’m hungry.”

“Make your own food!”

“Aw, but it’s never as good as yours!”

“Kiss-ass,” he mutters, turning towards the pantry to grab a bag of rice. “Fine. Go find something for us to watch.”

That’s better. You drop a kiss to his shoulder then turn away quickly. You used to be able to do things like that without a second thought. These days…

You shake your head, stepping into the living room and picking up the remote.

“What are you in the mood for?”

He blows out a breath. “To see some other people make bad decisions.”

Bad decisions, huh?

You watch his back for a moment. He moves fluidly in the kitchen, hands opening cabinets mindlessly, everything second-nature to him by this point. You remember what it used to be like, him bumbling through every move but it was necessary, because his dad wasn’t doing anything to help cook or take care of the house or the bills and you and your parents wouldn’t learn about this for a few months, but when they did, when they did, oh, they were furious. 

Your mom had you take him out of the house, so she and your dad could talk to Miyuki Kazushi — well, talk is generous. Whatever they said that day dissolved any remaining relations between your parents but he picked up his slack. Most of it. 

Kazuya still took the reins on the food. He refused to let it go. You think it was his way of coping with his mom’s death and his dad’s distance.

Now, it’s one of the main ways he takes care of the ones he loves.

You would know.

You don’t come back to the house the next day.

It’s too soon. And who knows if he is even out there?

All of this is just… wishful thinking and though you hope, you know you cannot let yourself get carried away with trying to win his approval. It might only hurt you more in the long run. 

Not to mention, this is a line you logically know you should not cross. 

You won’t.

“You better not write that in any language other than Japanese!”

“Leave me alone! I get to write my wish in any language I please!”

An arm slides around your shoulders. Kazuya pulls you into his side and he uses his other hand to try and steal the pen from you.

You grin, wiggling out of his grasp. 

“Seriously,” he whines. “First, you pick out white and you won’t tell me why. Now, you want to write your wish in a language I don’t understand.” His fingers find a ticklish spot at your ribs, above the obi tied into a bow on the right side of your waist. 

You giggle, jerking away from him. “Stop that! It’s nothing, Kazuya. I mean, it’s just… you know. We’re graduating soon.”

He rolls his eyes. “Next year.”

“This is still our last year.”

“Well, still. It’s not like we have anything to worry about.” He pulls you into his side again and the two of you step away from the vendor handing out the tanzaku in the usual five colors — purple, red, blue, yellow, and white. 

Bodies shuffle up and down the street. Hiratsuka is bustling with activity tonight, the start of the weekend for Tanabata. Located a prefecture over in Kanagawa, the five of you had jumped on the Shinkansen earlier, taking the hour and a half ride from Toshima to Hiratsuka Station, where the festival is centered around the shopping street on the north side of the station.

It’s… a lot on your senses. But there is no trouble here. Focusing on Kazuya helps.

Warm lights illuminate the street, the sun already below the horizon, most of the sky midnight blue with sparse smudges of deep purple and red. 

Above your head, decorations flutter in the breeze, glowing lanterns and fukinagashi, streamers representing threads for those wanting to be better weavers, gossamer amikazari symbolizing wishes by fishermen for full nets, hanging kinchaku bags for prosperity, and orizuru for longevity. 

You still have distant memories of your first Tanabata, when you were six. His mom was sick by that point and his dad was worried sick. In the hopes of distracting him, your parents brought the two of you to the festival, along with your siblings. 

You remember taking turns being carried on your dad’s shoulders, the tepid heat of the July evening, colorful decorations fully engaging your attention as they fluttered above your heads and even tickled your face a few times, when you came up on lower-hanging ones. 

Stage productions of the tale of Orihime and Hikoboshi regaling you while you feasted on yakitori, chicken skewers with soy sauce and karashi, and takoyaki, batter fried balls with pieces of octopus, tenkasu, pickled ginger, and onion, slathered with mayonnaise. For dessert, mitarashi dango, dumplings made from rice flour, grilled, then coated with a sweet soy glaze, and imagawayaki, a stuffed pancake-like sweet filled with custard. 

You wrote your wishes together that year. A wish shared — for Miyuki Mayumi to get better, to beat the pancreatic cancer killing her.

In the end, it would not come true.

But Tanabata remains one of your favorite holidays. Kazuya never accompanied you and your family again after that, but after high school, he started to come around again.

This year is more special, though. The five of you have made it a tradition to visit the festival when it came around, most often in Tokyo; but you and Kazuya will be leaving after graduation next year, to… well, you don’t know yet. The NPB is going to try their best to lure him to stay here a couple years and the MLB is gearing to snatch him up as soon as the draft opens. 

But regardless of where he’ll end up, you’ll be with him. You two are a package deal. If you stay here, you’ll help the team as an interpreter for the international players. If you cross the pacific, you’ll be his interpreter. 

(That’s another story for another time, but it wasn’t a conclusion you two had to come easily or quickly at all.)

So, you’re here in Hiratsuka, Kanagawa, at the Shonan Hiratsuka Tanabata Festival, one of the largest in the country. Most years, you guys didn’t dress up, but this year, at your behest, all of you did. 

You adjust your hold on the tanzaku and the pen. Your nails, freshly painted midnight blue, glint under the lights; your toes match since you’d be in sandals. The color coincidentally goes with the dark blue yukata Kazuya wears, the color flattering his light brown skin. The obi around his hips — that you’d tied for him — is white. Your yukata is pale blue, with patterns of lilies, the obi dark blue. Your makeup and hair are done, the most done up you’ve been in a while with school and your nightly escapades. 

Haruichi, Furuya, and several other old classmates had come out here, too, but you’ve all split up by this point. You’ll meet again for the fireworks. 

Kazuya nudges you over to a bamboo tree with some space left for your tanzaku. 

“Let me go first,” you say, reluctantly stepping out of his embrace and motioning for him to turn around so you could use him to write out your wish.

“It better be in Japanese,” he threatens, turning obligingly. “Like I said, it’s bad enough you’re going with white instead of yellow.”

“And what about you, huh? You never pick yellow. It’s always white! Why can��t I do white this year and why do you get to do yellow?”

“I have my reasons!”

“Well, so do I,” you laugh, clicking the pen and splaying out the white strip against his back. Despite his blustering about your color choice, he bends forward a little, helping you write easier.

Just like the idea of hanging up tanzaku on bamboo trees is supposed to help wishes come true, the color of the tanzaku has certain meanings as well. You’ve always used yellow, the color of friendship and also helpful for wishes about relationships. Now, this year, after everything, you’ve picked out white, a color for determination and responsibility. 

Kazuya used to pick that one, too. For baseball, obviously. Now, he’s picked yellow. You don’t know why but you can guess even he is feeling it, the impending separation from your friend group. Kuramochi is staying here to go to grad school for social work and Wakana and Eijun have one more year to go as well. It’s just the two of you that might be leaving. 

You know why you picked white. You need the hope, a wish for determination and responsibility to keep you on track, to keep others safe, but more importantly…

Keep my friends and family safe. 

You don’t know what you’d do if anything happened to them because of Spider-Woman.

You really don’t.

You tap his shoulder and he straightens, turning around to take the pen from you. You turn around to return the favor and also hang it up on the tree, finding a branch level with your chest and tying the tanzaku there. You feel the pressure of Kazuya holding down the strip against your shoulder, the pen moving quickly, then nothing.

You turn.

“No looking!”

“Aw, why not?”

He shoves your face away when you try to see what he’s written. You giggle, batting away his hand. 

He glares at you but it holds little heat. “Don’t ask me that, you menace — you wrote yours in German!” He stabs the pen in the direction of yours, swaying in the breeze, blue ink glistening in the aforementioned language.

You laugh at that for a while. 

You’re still giggling when he finishes tying his and quickly turns you away from the tree before you can get a glimpse of it. 

“You learn a couple languages and you get unbearable,” he says, mock disappointed, shaking his head.

“It’s good practice!”

“As if you need practice.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Well, I have to make sure I don’t run you off before I get to the US.”

“Run me off? Miyuki Kazuya, don’t insult me!” You point at him threateningly. “You’re stuck with me until we die, you hear me, mister? And then after, too!”

He grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you start walking again. “So, my luck holds. I’m happy to hear it.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.” You bump your hip against his. “You owe me dango for that comment.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, alright. Let’s find some.”

You come up on a stall near one of the stage productions. While Kazuya gets in line for it, you find yourself drifting toward the assembled crowd of people, mostly kids. 

You watch, a small smile tugging at your lips as the actors tell the folktale of Orihime, a gifted weaver, and Hikoboshi, a hard-working cow herder.

The story goes that after Orihime and Hikoboshi were wed, they were so in love, they began to neglect their duties. In doing so, they incurred the wrath of Orihime’s father, Tentei, the emperor of heaven. To punish them, they were exiled to separate ends of the Milky Way. They can only meet on the seventh day of the seventh month of the year, provided they are diligent in their obligations throughout the rest of the year. It’s based off real constellations, with Orihime being Vega and Hikoboshi being Altair. It’s one of your favorite tales. 

Kazuya appears at your side at one point, scaring you slightly when you realize he’s next to you.

He snickers. “Here.” He passes you a skewer with dango, golden brown and glistening. 

“Thank you,” you say, pulling off the first dumpling into your mouth. You nod towards the set-up, the narrator now connecting the story to the celebration of Tanabata. “You remember this?”

“The usual tragic love story. Sure.”

“It’s romantic.”

“Is it?” he asks, just to annoy you, you’re sure. You still offer him the dango, anyway.

“Yes, it is.”

“To you, maybe,” he chuckles, leaning forward to take the second piece of dango into his mouth. “I just think it’s proof that love makes you stupid.”

You pull the skewer back sharply, narrowing your eyes at him. “Love… is the most important thing in the world, Miyuki Kazuya.”

He looks down at you, lips quirked; the warm lights of the street turn his eyes chocolate brown, so easy to get lost into. 

“Is it?”

You tilt your head. “You love me, don’t you?”

Feelings like those always come heavy. Especially when it comes to him. Not easily spoken, not easily found, it always threatens to suffocate you when it does come up. Like now. 

He’s close enough for you to smell cinnamon, overlayed by the smell of sweet fried foods. Everything else fuzzes out. Your senses stop whispering about the others around you, the police stationed throughout the street, the potential dangers of those closest to you. 

Everything is always so much easier with him. A balm to the rest of the world. The only time you get to breathe, when things go quiet, and it’s just you, a girl in love with her best friend, crushed by the knowledge that he loves you, too. Just… in a different way.

The quirk of Kazuya’s lips eases into something softer, something more tender. A small thing, but no less brilliant, no less breathtaking, his eyes crinkling with it, looking down at you with a familiar affection that punches the air out of you like it usually does when he looks so openly at you.

“That is true,” he says softly.

Honey-thick warmth wells up in your chest, clogging your lungs and the arteries of your heart. Moments like these you can hardly believe you get the privilege of seeing that openness. But you also know it’s sixteen years of work, of friendship, of time spent together and of fights resolved. 

You’re so lucky to be here. So lucky. 

The thought overwhelms you, especially as you say, “And I love you.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just looks at you. 

You look away first. “That’s not stupid, is it?”

His hand finds yours, catcher’s callouses ticklish against the softer skin of your palms; he squeezes gently. “No. It’s not.”

You look back at the set-up. “Love does make people do foolish things. But it’s love. That distinction matters more than anything else. Maybe it doesn’t work out but the love was there, wasn’t it? It still is.”

You wonder, who are you talking about? Orihime and Hikoboshi or yourselves? You aren’t so different from them. The thing is, their love was returned. They loved too much. And you… well. The ending of that story hasn’t been written yet, has it?

Not yet.

After you finish your dango, the two of you head for the meet-up point with the others, at a small park on the other side of the street, where you’ll wait and watch the fireworks. 

You and Kazuya are the first to arrive and he excuses himself to the restroom for the moment, leaving you to lean against a large tree, branches decorated with tanzaku. A warm breeze flutters through your hair. 

You people-watch for a little bit, smiling softly as you watch excited kids drag tired-looking parents around to find good spots for the fireworks, teenagers chattering together happily, moving in groups of three or more, and older couples, alone, traversing calmly, just happy to be here with each other. 

But though your attention is on them, you still feel the slightest prickle at the back of your neck. Not a tingling sensation that tells you danger imminent, no, it’s not danger, per se, but rather —

“BOO!”

You smile. “Hey, Sachiko. What’d you guys get up to?”

Kuramochi’s familiar laugh fills the air. “I told you! She’s impossible to scare these days!”

Umemoto Sachiko, one of the old managers for Seido in your year, scowls, glaring a little at you. “What’s your secret?! That was a great scare!”

“Eh, it was okay,” Kuramochi says.

“You don’t get to talk because even you said you can’t scare her these days.”

You laugh. “There’s no secret. I’d say Mochi’s just ruined it for himself and others by scaring me too often. I’m vigilant these days.”

Heh. Vigilant.

Sachiko swats at his shoulder, grumbling. “Great job, Kuramochi. Great job.”

It’s him, Sachiko, Natsukawa Yui, the other old manager in your year, Wakana, Shirasu, and Nori. 

Sachiko and Yui only really came for you. Whenever you spared the time to visit the club, they — and your old senpai, Fujiwara, and your old kouhai, Haruno — often hung out with you. Said it was nice to talk to someone from the ‘outside.’ Sachiko is a diehard baseball fan, sure, but even they felt the lag sometimes. Being a manager was often a thankless job — at least in high school and college. That’s why you stayed away.

Well, that, and you weren’t that interested in it, anyway.

Kazuya had made the mistake of assuming you’d take up the position when you two started Seido. It had been one of your nastier arguments, mostly because you didn’t want to be a manager. You wanted to join the cheerleading team. And when he learned that, he said — That’s basically the same thing, isn’t it? 

As a matter of fact, no, it was not — the cheerleading team did cheer for the baseball games but they did for the soccer games, and they had their own meets, too.

To which he said — There’s actual competitions for cheerleading?

You didn’t talk to him for a month after that.

You’ve always supported him in his baseball endeavors. Even when he was being a weirdo about it, like when he came sprinting to you after a game against Chris-senpai’s old junior high league, raving about how he was going to go to Seido and challenge him since he was the only catcher Kazuya ever lost against. Of course, that didn’t pan out but still. You’ve always been there for him. 

But… you didn’t want to be a manager, someone relegated to the sidelines of his story. You wanted to have your own thing, too. Sure, maybe you could’ve shined enough as a manager but… on the cheerleading team, it was entirely separate. The Seido cheer club was one of the best in the Kanto region. They consistently won meets and competitions — more than Inashiro, who were really only a baseball powerhouse. You’d liked cheerleading since you were a kid. Even with all the stereotypes around it, mostly because you knew they were just that — stereotypes. Falsities. Everyone in the cheer club at Seido was kind to you and the same could be said about Waseda’s cheer club. 

Sure, in high school, you encountered a couple girls who were particularly nasty, believing this to be some kind of trashy American movie where they could be the main characters, but for the most part, it was fun. 

Kazuya understood eventually and apologized to you. Really apologized. You suspect even to this day, he feels guilty about undermining you like that. 

You still miss it now, six months after quitting. But it was too dangerous at the time. You didn’t know your own strength. If you’d kept going, you’re sure you would’ve hurt someone. Or worse. 

“So, how are things in school?” Yui asks, a warm smile on her lips. 

“Miyuki is as annoying as ever, I assume?” Sachiko tacks on. Yui makes a noise of agreement. 

You grin. “As ever. Things are good. Little weird but good.”

“Is it true you quit the cheerleading team?” Sachiko asks next, head tilting. 

You grimace. “Ah, yeah…”

“I get it,” Yui says. “I’m glad baseball activities are over by now, since it’s the last month before the term ends.”

Sachiko nods firmly. “More time to focus on your grades! Gotta make sure those Americans have no choice but to employ you!”

You laugh, relaxing, pleased they understand — that they are supportive. You understand the others’ concern but… you’d prefer this. You can’t go back on your decision so, all that there is left to do is look forward. 

“Ah, that’s exciting,” Yui sighs, a little wistful. “I’d love to go overseas.”

“Once I start making money, I’ll fly you guys out.”

They beam. 

You ask about them, how their studies are going. Yui goes to Meiji and Sachiko goes to the University of Tokyo. The former is studying chemistry to go into pharmaceuticals and the latter is doing sports medicine, intent on continuing to work with baseball but in a much more important (and recognized) position. They’ll be graduating next year in March, too, just like you, Kazuya, and Kuramochi.

“ARE WE LATE?!” Eijun’s boisterous voice interrupts your conversation. 

“We’re not late, idiot!” comes Kanemaru’s familiar bark; all of you turn, seeing him, Eijun, Haruichi, and Furuya join your group. “If we were late — we’d know.”

“Well, how do you know that?!”

“We’d be hearing the fireworks already, Sawamura,” he says, exasperated. “They haven’t gone off. So, no, we’re not late.”

“Excellent!” He turns and beams at all of you. “Hello, senpai! It’s great to see all of you!”

“You saw us earlier,” Nori points out, amusement tinging his voice.

Eijun pouts. “Well, I started missing everyone when we got split up!”

Kuramochi gets him into a headlock. “Stop being sappy!”

“Just like high school, huh?” Warm breath tickles your ear.

You squeak, jumping.

Kazuya laughs.

“Oi!” Sachiko complains. “Why does he scare you?”

A heavy arm slings over your shoulders. Kazuya smirks at her. “It’s just different between us. You wouldn’t understand.”

Kuramochi releases Eijun, who stumbles away, Haruichi steadying him with a small smile on his lips.

He looks at Shirasu and Nori, huffing. “See what I have to deal with?”

Kazuya laughs again — even when they (and most of the others) agree. 

The first pop of fireworks scares them. Everyone had lost track of time. But soon enough, you’re all turning your eyes skyward, chatter falling quiet as fireworks pop in the sky. Blue, green, red, an assortment of colors illuminating the streets and faces of those watching.

Kazuya moves behind you, tugging you into his chest, arms locking around your waist while he leans his chin on your head. The night is warm but you feel warmer, Kazuya a long line of heat against your back. Like always, being in such close proximity calms your senses. You relax. His arms tighten, a gentle squeeze, something like There you go.

This is what you’re trying to protect.

Exactly this.

[i-luv-yuu]

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My MasterList

(GN - Reader. These can be seen as mostly platonic but can be seen as romantic) Reminder, these are just my headcanons and you may think differently, thank you for reading. Thank you to those who Like, Follow, Comment, or Reblog my posts : ). It's very appreciated! Also please do NOT repost or move my works onto other sites, especially without credit (ASK First. It will mostly likely be no though), thank you very much. Feel free to inform me if I did anything wrong, I'm still new to learning Tumblr etiquette and posting.

(All Headcanons are Gender-Neutral, usually, just You is used, unless I mark it as different, and also all of my works are SFW)

Call Of Duty - Headcanons:

(Headcanons x reader, mostly platonic?/Sfw, can be seen as romantic)

Task Force 141:

(John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Simon 'Ghost' Riley and John 'Soap' MacTavish)

Task Force 141 Characters Hugging You (GN Headcanons)

What Animals Task Force 141 Characters Might Randomly Bring Home to You - GN Headcanons

How Task Force 141 Would React to You Being Injured on the Field (GN Teammate Reader Addition)

How Task Force 141 Characters Would Cook With You (GN - Headcanons)

How I think Task Force 141 Like to Show They Care/Love You (GN -Headcanons)

Task Force 141 as Your Roommate! (Gn!Reader - Headcanons)

Team Ghosts/Task Force STALKER:

(Elias Walker, David 'Hesh' Walker, Logan Walker, Keegan P. Russ. Thomas A. Merrick and Kick... And sometimes the best dog Riley)

Team Ghosts Characters Hugging You - GN - Headcanons

What Animals Team Ghosts Characters Would Randomly Bring Home to You - GN Headcanons

How Team Ghosts Characters Might Do Your Skincare (GN - Headcanons)

How Team Ghosts Would React to You Being Brainwashed - GN Headcanons

How I think Call of Duty Ghosts Show They Care/Love You (GN - Headcanons)

How I think COD GHOSTS Characters Would Sleep/Sleep next to you (GN - Teammate!Reader)

Trios You Would be in Within COD Ghosts Headcanons - (GN Teammate!Reader)

Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria)

(Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra, Valeria Garza)

Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria) Hugging You (GN - Headcanons)

What Animals Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria) Would Randomly Bring Home to You (GN - HeadCanons)

Other Modern Warfare 2 (Reboot) Characters Headcanons

(Farah Karmin, Alex 'Echo 3-1' Keller, Kate Laswell, Phillip Graves, and Nikolai)

How I Believe These Characters Might Hug You (GN - Headcanons)

Call Of Duty - OneShots:

Team Ghosts/Task Force STALKER:

Keegan P. Russ -

After Missions Drinks - Keegan P. Russ x GN!Teammate Reader (Rom suggested, Unrequited love?)

Daiya No Ace / Diamond No Ace - Headcanons

(Eijun Sawamura, Satoru Furuya, Haruichi Kominato, Kanemaru Shinji)

How I Think These Characters Would Hug (GN - Headcanons)

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- How do they know? Sawamura & more x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: October 1st, 2024

Description: For eijun, Miyuki and Kuramochi. Hcs on how they know they're in love

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. The title is a play on the song, "How do you know" from Enchanted. Great song, highly recommend.

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Sawamura Eijun

Doesn’t

Someone literally has to tell him

If you’ve ever seen that one incorrect quote, it’s like that

Kuramochi: You’re in love with Y/n. Sawamura: Oh my god I’m in love with Y/n.

Once he knows he just confesses

It’s the finding out part that’s hard, despite how obvious he is staring and being surprisingly calm around you

Miyuki Kazuya

It takes him a minute because his brain is 90% baseball

Once he realizes you occupy the other 10% he puts it together real fast

Then he notices how often he’s staring at you, and thinking about you, and wow he’s down bad

Kuramochi of course also figure it out, and he gets why Miyuki isn’t ina  rush to confess

But if he hears about you one more time he will tell you

Kuramochi Youichi

I mention in his dating headcanons that you have a really comfortable friendship

You bring him lunch

Like, you looked in to what would be best for an athlete to eat and you took the time to pack it all cute and

Son of a bitch he loves you

He’ll confess some day, but for now he’ll just enjoy the lunch and your company

[shinyasahalo]

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Hello, can I ask from this ask game :

https://www.tumblr.com/threecheersforinking/677824836625694720/anime-ask-game?source=share

For anime/manga : Daiya no Ace, Code Geass, Ao Ashi, and Frieren.

Thanks 🌻

Hi, anon! Thank you for sending this ask game. It's very interesting and I'd be happy to do this game. ^^

This ask game was made by threecheersforinking. Check my answers under the cut.

ANIMANGA: Daiya no Ace

Favorite Character: Sawamura Eijun

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: Act II, Episode 15: My Role (lost count of the number of times I've watched this episode tbh)

Character I Think is Underrated: Kariba Wataru (Kariba is the most dedicated catcher to Sawamura when he's suffering from yips. I even made a post for him because he's so underrated.)

Character I Think is Overrated: Miyuki Kazuya??? (Don't get me wrong, I love this character too but there are times when I hate him. lol.)

Favorite Ship/Pairing: I don't have ships for this series but I love the MuraMura battery. I also made lots of posts for this battery. I love how Okumura is so dedicated to Sawamura. There's a balance between the two where both look up to each other's strengths.

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: The main character is such an inspiration. I've been thinking that the author might hate his own main character (because of all the shit he put him through XD), but I guess this just added to the readers loving this character more.

ANIMANGA: Code Geass

Favorite Character: Lelouch

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: the ending (the most beautiful ending I've ever watched)

Character I Think is Underrated: Shirley Fenette (she could've done more for Lelouch had she been alive until the end)

Character I Think is Overrated: can't think of anyone honestly, maybe because it's been a while since I've watched this (literally more than a decade now XD)

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Lelouch and CC are a good combo, as a pair and not really a ship

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: I love how the series ended. Like everything made perfect sense after you've finished watching it. There are a lot of series that are so good but fail to deliver at the end, leaving the watchers/readers not very satisfied. This, however, despite how the ending went is absolutely perfect. Best ending ever imo.

ANIMANGA: Ao Ashi

Favorite Character: Aoi Ashito (curly hair, crazy, inspirational, kind, why wouldn't he be my favorite?? XD), I also love the coach but I got angry at him at some point in one of the manga arcs lol

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: I really love the Esperion vs Aomori Seiran Arc (manga only) and if we're talking about anime, it would be Episode 14: It's Just Soccer (the scene between Hana and Ashito). Since then, I started shipping those two. XD

Character I Think is Underrated: I can't think of anyone, I think the author wrote the characters really well (not just the main character and that's what I love about this series).

Character I Think is Overrated: same answer for underrated

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Ashito x Hana (one of my favourite OTPs), I usually don't ship characters in sports animanga but their relationship is just so beautiful that it actually contributes to the development of the main character

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: This is one of the sports anime that includes family as a big part of the story. And it was done so beautifully. Not only that, there's the added romance that's not annoying but instead would contribute greatly to the main character's improvement.

ANIMANGA: Sousou no Frieren

Favorite Character: I don't have a favorite, I love everyone (Frieren and her former and latter companions)

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: (manga only) Golden Land Arc and Goddess's Monument Arc, I would really love for these two arcs to be animated, as for the anime, that would be Episode 10: A Powerful Mage

Character I Think is Underrated: none

Character I Think is Overrated: none (the characters in this series are well written IMO)

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Frieren & Himmel, Fern & Stark (doesn't have to be romantic, I just love their antics when they're together)

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: I love how the past experiences of Frieren influence her current adventure. Her character development is slow but steady and I love how her actions are briefly explained through the past that she would remember each time.

Thank you for sending this, anon! I really had fun doing this game. ＼(￣▽￣)／

[credits to kithsune for dividers used in this post <3]

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AO3 | Mature | Playlist

STATUS: In Progress WORD COUNT: 2760 October 2022 -

Relationship: Sawamura Eijun x F!Reader Rating: Mature 18+ Content Tags: Younger Brother's Best Friend, NPB!Sawamura, Mentions of Alcohol & Drinking, Reunion, Childhood Crush, Slice of Life, Fluff, Pining Sawamura Eijun, (MORE TO COME) Summary: Fifteen Years after he used to announce to the world, "I'm going to marry you one day!," he no longer looks like the Ei-chan you once knew, though there remain parts of him that you recognize.

Family Reunion

New Years

Hanafubuki

Debut

Weekends & Off-Season

Daiya no Ace Masterlist