A/N: Not sure if this plot line has been done before...my apologies if it has...
Story will start off in the future, then step back a bit and go from there (if that makes sense lol).
This is gonna be a MiyuSawa or SawaMiyu...we'll see...
Chapter 1 - Things that eventually happen...
"Miyuki..." Sawamura shyly said in the empty room while basking in the flood of the evening sun. He was staring at the figure shrouded by the sun's ray in front of him. The older teen's face and entirety was shadowed in darkness as he stood in front of the windows, only the occasional shine came from the glasses worn by the figure.
"What did you want to talk about?" the other teen asked in curiosity as he pushed the glasses upward to readjust them while staring at the younger teen in anticipation.
"Ummm..." the pitcher was hesitant, he was scared. He fidgeted in his spot, his right hand was grabbing his left arm as if he were in a defensive position. Avoiding eye contact, the younger teen mustered up the courage to speak.
"Kazuya...about last time..." Sawamura started again but was abruptly cut off. The pitcher took a gulp in anticipation of Miyuki's retort.
"Sawamura, I thought it was clear...it's over..." Miyuki bluntly said with an expressionless face.
"I thought everything was going good? What did I do wrong?" Sawamura replied in an almost pleading broken voice. His expression was of desperation, his voice was beaten down and his eyes full of hurt.
Miyuki kept silent. The catcher could see how distraught and emotionally broken he had made the pitcher.
'He's breaking...and I'm the one who did it..." Miyuki thought to himself as he stared down the pitcher.
"Fine...I don't care if you hate me...you can hate me all you want, but...but..." the pitcher started sniffing as the onset of tears started to break out. Sawamura quickly rubbed his eyes and recomposed himself.
"...Kazuya...you don't need to quit the baseball team..." Sawamura half pleaded, half reasoned.
"Sawamura...I've already gotten recruitment recommendations. They just want me to pass my final year, just pass these last few months and I'm good." Miyuki bluntly retorted again.
"You can still have fun with everyone!" Sawamura almost yelled with a hint of agony.
'Kazuya...get it over with him...just end it...don't lead him on...' Miyuki thought as he stared into Sawamura's eyes. He clenched his hands and bit his bottom lips. 'Do it...'
"You want to know the reason I quit?" Miyuki's tone got so stern that it extruded darkness.
Sawamura was startled, he backed off a bit and stared at the catcher with fear.
"I was never interested in you...and now I can't even stand to be near you, that's why I quit!" Miyuki scornfully stated.
"..but...but..." Sawamura was confused and he wanted an explanation. His heart sank at the words he heard.
"But what? But you thought we were having a good time? You thought I was happy? HA, you're clueless, you know how much I had to put up with you?" Miyuki scornfully chastised the scared pitcher. Miyuki saw fear and hurt in the younger teen's eyes, it was as if he were kicking a half dead puppy. In frustration, he clenched his fist and banged it on the desk, startling the pitcher and causing him to jump back in shock.
"Are you an idiot? I was just fooling around, using you as a pass time...just leave me alone, better yet, don't talk or see me again." Miyuki was angrily yelling at the whimpering pitcher.
Sawamura's eyes were glistening with unshed tears and his bottom lips were trembling. His arms were dangling down against his body side and hands tightly gripping the bottom of his shirt. His head was tilted downwards, as if it was like a kid getting yelled at for doing something wrong. His heart was getting torn to pieces from the tirade of scornful comments.
"Kazu..." Sawamura meekly spoke in a cracking voice.
"Stop calling me by my name, we're not close. And by the way, I'm not gay!" Miyuki shouted as he swatted his hand through the air, creating even more distance between him and the pitcher.
Sawamura took a step back with every phrase that came out of Miyuki's mouth. His heart was beating faster and faster from anxiety and hurt. It felt as if his heart was being repeatedly stabbed by a knife with every spoken word. The bile deep within him was about to erupt, causing unease to well up. The atmosphere became suffocating as immense pressure fell upon him, as if the walls around him were slowly closing in and squeezing his life away. It was suffocating. His entire body was getting weak as his composure started to break; his knees shaking and arms numbing. A single tear escaped, rolling down his cheeks and free falling to its final resting place on the floor below. His breathing was irregular as he fought to stifle the urge to break out and bawl. His teeth pierced his lower lip in attempt to hold back his emotions, causing a sliver of blood to flood the inner linings of his mouth.
"I...I'm s-sorry...Kazuya..." the pitcher whispered each word, taking deep breaths before he broke down into tears and whimpers. Not wanting to stay under Miyuki's gaze any longer, he placed his left arm in front of his eyes to shield and soak up the tears. He quickly backed away, but to his luck, he tripped over a chair and fell onto his back.
Miyuki took a step forward and reached out his hand, but Sawamura quickly scurried on the floor like a scared dog trying to get back up on all fours. As he tried to get up, his head hit the underside of a table, causing him to collapse onto his hands again.
"Ha...*sniff*...waaah...*sniff*...I'm pathetic..." the pitcher said in between chokes of sobs.
"Y-you're...right...who would...*sniff*...want a...dumbass...like me..." the crushing words of realisation came out of Sawamura's mouths as his breathing heightened and whimpers got louder. Sawamura clasped his left hand over his mouth in attempt to stifle the cries.
Miyuki was left speechless, he didn't know what to do but watch. It had pained him to see what he had done to the pitcher. A once cheerful happy pitcher reduced into a crumbling heartbroken teen.
"...I shouldn't..." a sob escaped the pitcher's lips.
"I shouldn't...have been born..." the pitcher mumbled as another loud sob broke out followed by multiple sniffs and deep panting. He quickly got up scurried towards the door.
"I won't bother you anymore...Ka..." Sawamura stopped mid sentence, not finishing the catcher's name.
"...senpai..." Sawamura whispered as he exited from the classroom.
The catcher was left alone in the silence of the setting evening sun. The scene was almost serene, except for the lingering atmosphere of a young teen's torn heart, potentially crushed into an irreparable state.
"DAMMIT!" Miyuki shouted before hitting the desk with his fist multiple times. Not long after that, the catcher fell onto his knees with his left arm wrapped around his abdomen, while his right hand clasped over his chest.
"Dammit...Eijun..." Miyuki cursed at himself as he knelt on the floor wincing in pain.
A/N: Thanks for reading!~ Updates may come out slow (maybe in 2wks).