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(redraw of the chapter title page for daiya 221!)

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I’ve been waiting for this particular Kuramochi stink face to be animated for so long that I was very, very tempted to make this my profile pic XD 

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Hello, after a lot of time, Finally I comeback. This year is the year. So, I bring these icons and headers for twitter, because I love them.

Like if you use and thanks.

My twitter account is @bruffya.

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In honour of it being nearly may, I made a new icon and header!!

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I was rereading Act 2 a bit.

The date in the Daiya timeline is June 1.

When Ono was injured, Sawamura was the one who voiced out what everyone was thinking, breaking the tension.

And bit later, we could see Sawamura just Taking Command of the remaining batteries.

I get that the rest of the roster was in the dugout though but we didn’t see Kawakami take over Ono’s reigns either. I guess by superiority, the bullpen hierarchy should have been:

Miyuki-Ono-Kawakami-Furuya-Sawamura-Kariba-Kaneda-Yui-Okumura

Like I really don’t want Sawamura to be Ace and Captain for his 3rd year but I don’t think anyone else shown so much leadership in the summer double header match like he did.

He just looked so regal while watching over the yamamori vs seido match in the sidelines.

He impressed the lower classmen enough that they reported to him.

Even their usual audience, who were usually so critical of Sawamura, acknowledged that he’s the one pulling the team and giving it voice.

Kuramochi should’ve been Captain in Miyuki’s absence but Sawamura just took charge like a boss and he wasn’t even the Ace here yet.

Not to mention this is the second time Sawamura was starter pitcher for the second string. He pulled them through magnificently and led them like how he did during the 1st string vs 2nd string Intrasquad match in October. 

He also showed signs of knowing how to pitch/gamecall when he shook off Okumura’s signs and decided when and what to pitch. (which is ACTUALLY important in a battery ANYWAY dear okumura pls dont blindly follow a certain tanuki catcher who hates not having his way)

In retrospect, Sawamura might have wanted to not let Miyuki down but I believe he just naturally (and subconsciously) went back to his pre-Seido position of being the Captain and Ace of his then struggling Akagi team. 

I know that Rei and Miyuki were aware of his backstory and probably Kuramochi does too. Seido vs Seiho was really the best time Sawamura reminded everyone of that kind of great guy he actually was.

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Data gathered by reddit/discord community revealed that by the end of Fall Tournament in October, Sawamura had an Earned Run Average of 1.82 ERA. That means On Average he barely allowed opponents to get 2 runs off him while on the mound.

and That was against Teito, Nanamori, Ugumori, Oya, Seiko and Yakushi.

Sawamura was already that awesome even while he was recovering form YIPS and BARELY pitching to the inside in the first three games. And we don’t forget how he just learned his changeups in the final 3 matches too.

Note: Furuya’s ERA was 4.64 while pitching lesser innings than Sawamura did (tho Furuya was injured most of that time).

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For April 1 - June 30 (Spring Tournament + Kanto Regionals + Summer Practice Matches) of his 2nd Year, Sawamura had a whooping estimated 0.89 RA/9  (Runs allowed per 9 innings). That’s the average number of Runs (Earned and Unearned) he gave up everytime he was on the mound. 

0.89 RA/9

THAT’S INSANE. SEIDO PLAYED ALMOST 50 MATCHES AND SAWAMURA ALMOST NEVER GIVES UP RUNS WHENEVER HE WAS ON and he was always made to pitch against the Koshien-level schools too. 

Kataoka “i cant see reality through these expensive shades” Tesshin didn’t give Sawamura the Ace Number until after vs. Kokonoe (JUNE 29) as if he was making sure that Sawamura really REALLY REALLY deserved the Ace Number (bec fk stats right?).

He could have made Sawamura practice being the Ace in other practice matches before facing Yura Sougou in July 15 but nooooooo let’s have Sawamura nervously fret as ACE with nothing official to do for 2 weeks because Sawamura has nerves of steel anyway WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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ANYWAY fck kataoka and remember that SAWAMURA IS GREATEST SEIDO PITCHER OF ALL TIME (GOAT)

P.S. unless Haruichi/Toujou/Kanemaru/Furuya step up their game in the final two matches... Sawamura might become the next Captain FOR SURE.

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Fandom: Daiya no Ace

Genre: Romance

Rated: T

Words: 2,051

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary:  She’s fascinated with his hair. Just his hair. But Ryousuke finds it invasive, and of course he won’t let her off that easily.

Chapter Four: Trigger

"Copy?" Aya flops down on her bed, brown hair splayed all over her pillows. "What does he even mean by that?" She holds up her sketchbook, flipped open to her drawing of Haruichi. Then, even if it had been a month since she actually talked to him, she remembers how Haruichi talked about his brother.

Haruichi had enrolled in Seidou – had started playing baseball, even – because of his older brother. And with him playing second baseman today, it's easy to deduce that Haruichi likes to follow in his brother’s footsteps.

And based on experience, the older Kominato doesn't like that.

"Oh no!" She suddenly sits up. "What if, right at this moment, poor little Haruichi is out doing errands for his seniors and he accidentally bumps into his brother who would bully him?"

Or maybe not.

Maybe Kominato only doesn't like being followed by her. Maybe he just doesn't like her.

"Well, it's just one more year. That's nothing compared to the rest of his life without me." Aya falls back on her pillows, then turns to her side to hug the nearest one. "He should even consider himself lucky." She hides her face under the pillow and closes her eyes. "He won't be the one returning to a life of stagnant gray."

The next day, Aya spies the principal and vice-principal heading towards the field to presumably watch morning practice. It's one thing to be caught by the Coach sometimes, and another to let the misunderstanding of her constant presence there extend to the school officials. No way would she let that happen.

But then she doesn't watch the after-school practice, nor drop by for the next two practice days. And despite her excitement, she doesn't even attend the Kanto game anymore.

Firstly, it's a school day. Secondly, Seidou would play against Yokohama, where most of her old classmates back in Kanagawa are now studying. She wouldn't want to hear again the lines, "As expected of Makoto-san! If she's not holed up in a corner with a sketchbook, you'd find her in the bleachers of a baseball game!" and "What's that? You're drawing baseball players now? You've just combined your eccentricities!"

And, okay, maybe she's still a bit bitter.

What is she even trying to prove? That she can survive without a muse? She certainly did before, so it shouldn't be any different now. And didn't she once wish to stop depending on the senior so much for her to be productive? But here she is, in the middle of a creative stump. The world has become a boring gray, hence it started reflecting on her daily works - if it's not black-ink-abused, it would simply be colorless.

Friday rolls around and she's kicked out of the club room, only allowed to return once she picks herself back up. In the one year she's been with the Art Club, she knows it's just out of disguised concern and trust, so she harbors no hurt feelings. But it leaves her no choice but to set out for the field.

Nope. She also has the choice to procrastinate for one day more.

On her way home, she shoots Miyuki a message to ask if there's a game tomorrow, to which he answers hours later with an affirmative.

(Yet it was an unusually clipped reply. Aya is highly suspicious that he's pissed – not at her, though, for there are telltale signs if it is so – but unless she wants to be put into a grayer mood – for an upset Kazuya would, in turn, upset her too – she chalks it up to him just being exhausted.)

And what luck. To narrow the participating players in Summer Nationals down to twenty, double-header games have begun. In one day, two schools would be invited over for practice games against Seidou's first-string and second-string at the same time on different fields.

It hadn’t been a problem last year. With Miyuki and Kuramochi getting into first-string, she got to support them while she watched the pink-haired senior.

This year, though, Haruichi has been confirmed to be promoted to second-string.

Damn Kominato Ryousuke.

If she chooses the first-string game, it'd be like betraying a new friend. And if she chooses the second-string game, he would believe what she said last time about preferring Haruichi over him and—

WHAT.

Why does she even care what the third-year would think? Why does she even think that he would so much as spare a thought of her?

As she mulled things over, Aya's feet leads her to Field A well after two innings. She barely finishes squeezing her way towards the front of the crowd when Furuya steps off the mound, as urged by Miyuki – the evil being who 'forgot' to inform her that today's a double-header.

Not long after, Tanba runs out of the dugout, claims the mound, and immediately throws a curveball that leads to a strike.

"Hey, hey! I'm getting bored out here!" Jun-san complains lightheartedly when his friend throws another strike.

"You seem to be in a real good position," Kuramochi adds.

But all these had happened only in Aya's peripheral, for her eyes had already instinctively searched for him and locked there.

"You're finally acting like the ace," Kominato Ryousuke says with his signature smirk. "A little late, though."

Despite being in the gray moment of indecision, she still ended up choosing the older brother. "This is crazy," she mutters to herself.

What's even crazier is that two weeks later, she's still banned from the Art Club.

What is going on with her? Is it because she only drops by during games now? Does she really need to see him every day? Or has she ultimately jinxed everything and the world of colors had finally failed her, as what everyone back home expects?

On times like these, she reverts back to drawing pictures of the past – of her elegantly boring life back in Kanagawa. Today, she draws a portrait of herself in a kimono, in her personal favorite color – gray. The color that describes her family's status, and the future she is being forced into. But it's also the color of her safe space. It's true that she had fought to get her parents to arrive at a compromise, yet a gray life is what she could always fall back to if this all turns out to be a wrong decision, a mere whim.

"Won't you be ruining your eyesight, drawing in a place like this?"

Aya stops. Slowly, she straightens up and looks to her left.

The twilight shining in through the stair windows is still bright enough for her to actually see what she's doing, even to see the gray dust motes floating in the air. And right now, floating in between her and Kominato Ryousuke.

"Just where did you come from?" The moment she asks that, she realizes she had dropped polite speech. She opens her mouth to apologize.

But he simply answers, "I forgot something in the classroom."

Right, the Art Club is way up in the third floor of the school building, where the third-year classrooms are. It is close to the set of stairs that not a lot of people go through at this time of day, so Aya had been settling there in hopes of the members taking pity on her when they see her.

What a successful plan that is, so far.

"I see." She nods slowly, then hesitantly turns back to the sketchbook in her lap, not quite knowing if she should continue drawing.

Maybe Kominato let her rude question slide, but maybe he won't appreciate being blatantly brushed off when he for once approached her with nothing but curiosity. Especially when he doesn't move at all from his seat on the steps, with only Aya's box of colored pencils finally serving a purpose – a barrier between them. "So this is where you usually are these days," he finally speaks again.

"Actually, I would've been in the club room, but since I'm temporarily not allowed in there for producing very uninspired works..." she trails off with a sigh.

"How so? You were even watching the second-stringers' game today. Haruichi had played."

"But you didn't."

The senior goes silent.

This is the part where Kominato would call her out for being creepy again, and Aya is ready for it.

But today he just... continues to say nothing in response.

Confused, Aya turns to look at him again.

The dimming light from the stair windows doesn't do much, though, especially when his face is turned away from her. But he is obviously biting his lip.

"Kominato-san? Are you okay?"

He breathes deeply. "You're really… something else."

That statement is still grounds for an argument to start, but there's just something about his tone that says otherwise. That suddenly makes her heart flutter. That slowly triggers colors to seep back in. It's so startling, that the only thing she could do was to look back down at her sketchbook.

Kominato finally clears his throat. "May I... see the drawings you usually do?"

"Huh?" Surprised yet again, she snaps her head towards him. What is going on? Why is he suddenly interested, when all this time he had hated the idea of her drawing him? And did he of all people stutter?

The guy is apparently not looking at her, but at her in the current page of her sketchbook.

Of all the things she has to draw today, it’d have to be of her fitting a kimono. Not-so-discreetly covering it with her arms, she decides the best way to take his attention off it is to comply with him. And he is asking nicely. "Sure, why not?" But she pauses at the first drawing she reveals. "Oh. Do you mean you want to see the drawings I have of... of you?"

Kominato nods. "I want to confirm something."

Again, what exactly is happening here? Is she in some kind of dream?

He looks up at her. "Well?"

This has got to be the craziest thing to happen to her this week. "Okay," she says, dragging the last syllable out of reluctance, but then continues to turn the pages.

Now, it's one thing to have a muse who doesn't exactly get flattered for being one. And another to have said muse looking at your unsolicited drawings of them.

But she isn't cringing, for all her brain registers right now is that the boy had scooted closer to practically hover over her shoulder and she could feel his warmth and he smells so nice and –

"Are requests open right now?" He's suddenly putting the distance between them back up.

"What?" Her eyes widen at all her thoughts during the ordeal, the sudden loneliness she felt when it ended, and the weirdest thing that's ever come out of his mouth.

"Requests. You take requests from people and draw, don't you? Commissions, you call them?"

"You... you want me to commission you a drawing."

Kominato suddenly faces forward, at the big windows. "Yes. But please draw my eyes properly."

It takes everything in her not to laugh out loud. She bites her lip. "I'm sorry, Kominato-san, but that's pretty hard to do. I don't exactly know what your eyes look like."

"Is that so?"

"Mmm-hmm, so - what are you doing?"

"How about now?"

She's now backed up against the wall, a clear view of Kominato Ryousuke's black irises right in front of her. Relying on her photographic memory, she closes her eyes after a few seconds. "1200 yen. That's an inked close-up portrait of you, in full color."

"That's fair."

"I think so too." But when she opens her eyes, he's still there. "Senpai," she now whines, sliding the sketchbook in between the small distance between their faces, "is this actually a trap?” And with a sudden burst of courage, she jokes, “I didn’t know you feel that way."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Finally, he draws back from her. Even better, he stands up. "Okay. I'll see you around."

She peeks at him from one corner of the sketchbook. "Please expect your order in a week or so."

Kominato nods noncommittally, already bounding down the stairs.

As Aya tries to process everything that just happened, she first notices that the world of gray is gone.

Previous: New (art) interest, he seems

Next: Truce

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Part 2 

Happy krmy parents for the wonderful @mykz

It becomes a family tradition- making a family day out of every other weekend.

The routine is the same every time: the twins would usually have a game that morning or afternoon, sometimes they would even have a double header. Kuramochi would wake up early, make coffee and start on their breakfast; if he’s feeling particularly romantic he would bring coffee to Miyuki´s bedside table. Miyuki loved when he did that. Eventually Miyuki would get up and finish breakfast while Kuramochi wakes up the twins if they aren’t already fighting about the bathroom privileges.

It felt to Miyuki his family was so in sync with each other that sometimes it made him laugh. Though he hated that it seemed to him that they could never leave the house on time.

As always, the ride to the game is all baseball talk. Miyuki loved talking statistic and he was so thankful that their youngest was the same way. Sometimes Yasushi would chime in but like usual, he’s quietly concentrating in the car.

Finding front row facing third base, was the hardest part of it all. Everyone wanted front rows and as usual, they weren’t early enough to get them. They settle for second row behind some adults they recognize as Kazuki’s parents and fall into small talk with them before the game starts. 

Miyuki decides as the chance of a run threatens their team, that watching your kids play baseball is more nerve wracking than any baseball game he’d play in his entire baseball career. He can’t quite explain it. It’s just minor league and the twins seemed to enjoy it two seasons into the sport but that didn’t help the anxiety. He feels Kuramochi take his hand and feels, almost instantly, calmer.

“They are doing so well,” Kuramochi says, smiling.  Kazuki strikes out the batter, its three strikes, no run.

“It’s in the genes,” Miyuki jokes and Kuramochi laughs too as an agreement. Two baseball player parents, it had to happened he supposed. Miyuki scoots closer to him. Kazuki and Yasushi were only five but it already felt like they were growing too fast, he wanted to enjoy every moment of it. He wanted this moment of happiness to last forever.

They end up winning by two runs.

“Congrats!” Kuramochi all but yells, opening his arms for the jump hug when the game ends and they are waiting by the cars for them. Yasushi jumps to Kuramochi and Kazuki jumps to Miyuki. “I’m so proud of you both.”

“Did you see my pitch in the last inning!” Kazuki says, excited.

“I almost didn’t catch whatever that was.” Yasushi admits.

Kazuki turns and smirks and Miyuki sees himself in his younger years when he had just started baseball. “I knew you would though.”

Yasushi rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. They are a good battery, the best in the team, and he knew it.

To no one’s surprise the baseball talk last through the lunch and continues until Miyuki sees the bike rentals and suggest for them all to go for a ride that quickly turns into a race. 

Kuramochi wins much to the twin’s horror.

“You’re suppose to let us win!” Kazuki says in between breaths at the end. “Remember?”

Kuramochi only laughs his hyena laugh and Miyuki can’t help but laugh too. “Forget it kiddo. Haven’t even beaten him full speed myself.” Kuramochi laugh grows with pride.

Miyuki doesn’t miss the brightness of Kazuki’s eyes, the idea of a challenge to conquer and he smiles proud but doesn’t say more. 

For the rest of the afternoon they walk around some more and eventually Yasushi and Kazuki leave their side to somewhere else in the park with a quick promise that they will go back to the car in an hour. Miyuki suggest continuing their walk and Kuramochi agrees, it’s a nice day, sunny but not too hot. They love their kids but they are also thankful to have a moment to themselves.

Too soon the sky starts to turn shades of pink and they reluctantly walk back to where everything was and start packing their stuff and putting it in the car, the twins arrive as promised, with another kid that looked their age. They say a quick goodbye and then without asking they start helping them clean up.

They are such good kids. Miyuki thinks suddenly as their wrap up the cleaning and start getting in the car. Truth be told, he’s a little confused as to how it ended up happening with them as parents but he’s happy and proud nonetheless.

The ride home is mostly silent, the twins are talking to each other in whisper hushes and Miyuki is curious but not curious enough to ask. Instead he turns on the radio in a low volume and let them talk to their heart content. 

Eventually, Miyuki falls asleep and when Kuramochi shakes him awake they’re already home. Suddenly feeling exhausted he wonders if he can simply go to bed but knows he can’t. It’s Movie Night. Mochi loved Movie night, though he wasn’t particularly good at choosing an appropriate movie for the kids. Scary movies? Good for their date nights whenever the kids were sleeping with any of their friends, not so good when it’s night and your five year olds are watching with you. They still had some learning to do when it came to parenting he supposed.

“It’s my turn,” Kuramochi grins as he goes straight to their room to bring the laptop to watch the movie while Miyuki and the kids finish unloading the car.

“It better not be scary Mochi. We don’t want a repeat of last time it was your turn.”

Kuramochi only laughs at that and Miyuki hopes that a month of having the twins sleep in their bed because they were hearing noises they were sure were monsters, was a lesson enough for him to not make the same mistake twice. When the title screen pop up, Miyuki feels better. It’s a Disney movie. He’d learned his lesson after all.

With the stuff out of the car, Miyuki quickly pops some popcorn into the microwave, pulls some chips into the counter while Yasushi takes out a bowl for them both and Kazuki brings all the pillows to the living room. By the time the popcorns are done, everything is set up and Miyuki settles in the couch, placing the popcorn in the table, Kuramochi sits next to him after bring the chips and the twins decide on each side of them fighting for the chip bowl. Eventually they end up on the floor with some pillows and the entire bowl of chips.

Yasushi stays awake for half the movie, Kazuki last almost until the end before he eventually falls asleep on top of Kuramochi lap. Eventually they turns off the movie, not interested in finishing it after all and take the kids to their beds and tuck them in.

“This is a mess.” Miyuki groans at all the chips and popcorn in the floor and couch.

Kuramochi only laughs and starts by the floor. “Perks of being parents.”

Miyuki laughs as he begins cleaning the couch. “I wouldn’t change it for the world.” He eventually says, almost to himself.

“Same.” Kuramochi agrees, turning to see Miyuki and Miyuki can see it in his face, the happiness he feels, in his eyes.

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