Funkstille
By: TG and RainIsMyFavouriteColour
Summary: Funkstille -A silence when everything has stopped, no movement, no sound, like the world stands still and is holding its breath, waiting for you to move again.
"Kazuya first notices the abnormal redness coloring Sawamuras face, clearly visible from where he crouches behind home plate, in the fifth inning."
Disclaimer: I don't own daiya.
Warnings: none
AN: this started off as a tumblr meme. rain reblogged the 'send me a one-sentence fic opener and ill write the next five' and i sent in the sentence and rain responded and then it just snowballed and here we are! the chapters are short bc we wanted to keep it in the spirit in which it was written, but updates will probably be frequent!
Kazuya first notices the abnormal redness coloring Sawamuras face, clearly visible from where he crouches behind home plate, in the fifth inning; he ignores his uneasiness and chalks it up to heat and exertion, but when his pitcher begins to sway on his feet in the seventh he feels the unshakable, vice-like grip of fear.
It's not professional, Kazuya tries to calm himself, tries to will himself back into controlling his own emotions - but then Sawamura's swaying causes him to lose balance in the middle of drawing up his leg to pitch. He falls, crashing into the mound below him, and doesn't move.
"Eijun!" Kazuya calls out, more panicked than he realises, and before he knows it, his helmet is discarded to the ground and he's next to Sawamura. He rolls him over, shaking with tremors that originate from somewhere deep inside him, "H-hey! Get up, this isn't the time to-"
Eijun doesn't respond even as Kazuya shakes him by the shoulders, head lolling from side to side and a sickly pallor below the bright red spots on his cheeks; he's covered in sweat and his breathing shallow, eyes fluttering, and that helpless fear returns which Kazuya had hoped he would never again have to feel.
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