A/N: This drabble was based on the example of a prompt: ''The smell of freshly-cut grass.'' I somehow managed to squeeze it in there. Anyway, this is my first time writing something like this, so I hope you'll enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Daiya no Ace, sadly. (But hey! MiyuSawa is practically canon, don't you think so? Too?)


Under the Sun

It's warm, was the first thing that registered in Miyuki's mind when he opened his eyes. He ended up locking eyes with a pair of glossy amber orbs, reflecting the warmth of the sun, staring back at him.

Miyuki reached up slowly with his hand just to have his hand grasped tightly in another. ''…Sawamura?''

''Mm?'' the pitcher answered, uncharacteristically softly. Then bringing up his hand, which is grasping Miyuki's, to his face.

''You're warm, your hand too. It's really relaxing..'' Miyuki said, closing his eyes and relaxing in the arms that belongs to Sawamura.

''I love you.''

Sawamura's eyes widen as Miyuki's body went still, and then closed his eyes tightly, hot and salty tears starting to leak out of his eyes. He didn't care what other people think about his violent, shuddering sobs and loud cries for his beloved. He couldn't bring himself to care about anything else.

He couldn't.

In middle of summer at Nagano, surrounded by sunflowers and patches of freshly-cut grass, was their last inning.