This first chapter is just an intro of sorts. The next one is when we actually look at a specific pairing. I still don't know which pair, though. Maybe I'll go with the order in this intro.
He's been feeling weird lately. A funny feeling that starts at the tip of his fingers as he winds up for one of his fastballs, and then it quickly moves to the pit of his stomach as the ball lands on the catcher's mitt and he sees Chris' smiling face telling him he's improving. There's a life in his senior's eyes that wasn't there when they first met. He can't help but find them beautiful—his smile and his eyes—though Eijun will never say this out loud.
The funny feeling continues in his dorm room, every time Kuramochi decides to try out a new wrestling move on him and the heat from their bodies touching leaves him lightheaded. Then his roommate tackles him onto the bed and the funny feeling moves from his stomach to between his legs. He notices the sophomore looming over him, toting a sinister grin, no doubt contemplating which technique to test out next. Kuramochi is unaware Eijun's thinking of other things—things the pitcher can never say out loud.
It goes on until the next day, while Miyuki casually scoops up pieces of meat from Eijun's plate, oblivious of the fact that his underclassman is preoccupied with the scent of his cologne. The funny feeling sinks towards Eijun's feet, tempting him to stand up and run away because he doesn't know how to deal with it—doesn't know how to deal with Miyuki. He still hasn't forgotten the time he made the catcher angry, and it takes a lot of willpower to look him in the eyes. When Eijun does look, however, looking away is next to impossible.
The funny feeling flies right back up to his heart during practice when he sees Haruichi flustered, still uncomfortable with being called "Harucchi" even when it sounds marginally the same. The way the small boy tries to hide his embarrassment behind his hair brings a smile to Eijun's face. Then Furuya comes along with some smart comment and he wants to borrow Harucchi's bat to clobber him. His fellow pitcher smirks, smug in a way that he finds both annoying and endearing.
The only time Eijun is free of this weird sensation is when he's touching himself, though it comes back just as quickly whenever his roommates shoot him knowing looks as he comes out of the bathroom. Masuko smiles at him between spoonfuls of pudding and Kuramochi looks like he's trying hard not to crack a joke. Eijun ignores them as best he can and settles beside the shortstop, picking up the controller and continuing the game where they had left off. He has resigned himself to the fact that he'll be feeling this way for a long time. He might as well start getting used to it.
Reviews, especially constructive criticisms, are greatly appreciated. I'd love to hear ideas and suggestions, too. :)