Hey y'all. I'm sorry this chapter has taken so long, my sincerest apologies. I failed my drivers test and have been having some other issues school and friend related (even though I am too old for this kind of crap thats going on) and having a little problem with getting motivated. I'm also trying to think of some ideas for maybe a Halloween oneshot. I'm not sure if it will be Daiya no Ace, but I'd like to do something festive if I can think of some ideas. I'm also probably going to do a Christmas oneshot as well, but I'm not sure for which anime also (I'm so indecisive!).

But you guys have waited long enough and I'm sure you don't care to hear me droll on any longer so without further ado...

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Miyuki sighed a sigh of relief as the tall boy left. He removed his glasses solemnly and began to examine them. Geez, where was he going to find the money to fix these?

As if hearing his thoughts, Sawamura called out to him.

"Akuma-kun will pay for those. I'll make sure of it."

Miyuki turned to him, anger still present in his eyes.

"You're going to continue to talk to that asshole? After all he's done? After how he acts like that? Are you serious Sawa-"

"I'm just going to ask him to pay for what he broke. He's drunk, he doesn't mean it. He never means it when hes drunk..."

The room was silent for a moment as Sawamura began to study the ground and Miyuki stared at him. Eventually Miyuki sighed and set his glasses on his desk.

"We can talk about it in the morning. It's late right now, did he hurt you?"

Sawamura opened his mouth to answer when the door swung open and slammed against the wall. Into Miyuki's room piled Tanba, Testu, Harucchi, Kuramochi, and Masuko.

"Miyuki! Sawamura! What's going on? We were all outside doing our practice and this hotshot come from your room and kicks over our basket of balls! What gives?" Kuramochi complained.

Harucchi quietly walked over to Sawamura and began checking on him and asking him questions as Miyuki attempted to explain that he was just some hot tempered kid from another baseball team.

Kuramochi whined loudly in Miyuki's ear.

"But Miyuki! They're all over the field! Come help us pick them up." His words droned on and Miyuki smacked him away.

"I'm tired! And I wasn't the one out there practicing!"

Tanba, who had been observing them all from against the wall, spoke up.

"Miyuki, where are your glasses?"

Everyone turned and Miyuki scratched his head and closed his eyes, attempting to think fast.

"I dropped them."

Opening his eyes and locking them with Tanba, the older boy nodded then turned to leave.

"Come on. Let's go pick up the balls and get in bed. We have early practice tomorrow."

Kuramochi whined and Harucchi watched as they all left, turning to give Miyuki a sad glance (at least thats what Miyuki assumed it was, he was frowning, honestly how he could see the ball with so much hair Miyuki had no idea) before turning to follow the others and softly shutting the door.

Miyuki groaned.

"I've had enough of tonight."

Sawamura nodded, a hollow look in his eyes and followed Miyuki to the bunk bed.

Sawamura's phone vibrated most of the night.

All the next day, Miyuki could hardly keep his eyes off Sawamura.

The incident with his "boyfriend" had caused Miyuki to see the boy in a new light. The young boy wasn't just in a relationship, which meant he obviously thought of things other than baseball which Miyuki just couldn't seem to wrap his head around, but the boy was also in an abusive relationship.

How long had he been with this boy? Why was he still with him? What was his appeal? Did he like only boys, or girls too, or just this boy?

Miyuki shrugged off that last question. That one wasn't relevant really, he was just a curious boy.

Watching Sawamura now though, happy and pitching like a machine today, he couldn't help but feel a sick feeling in the back of his stomach as his mind conjured up images of abuse against the boy.

He had talked to Sawamura when they had woken up a little more. He didn't seem to want to talk about it, but allowed Miyuki some information.

Akuma is his boyfriend. They've been seeing each other for awhile but Akuma gets angry when he drinks.

"It's not a big deal," Sawamura had said. "Lots of people have fights in relationships. Sometimes they get physical."

Miyuki frowned at that. He had never really been in a relationship. He had been on quite a few dates, all of which with women. Never with a man, even though he definitely had men express interest in him. And men were rougher than women.

But Miyuki knew better. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that any of it was okay. He as a smart boy. He knew better.

"Hey! Sawamura! Let's take a break okay? You're getting a little tired."

Sawamura gave a whine and Miyuki laughed at him lightly, heading over to help Furuya pitch.

"When you cool down a bit go practice your bunts!"

Sawamura grumbled but went to go calm down for a bit. As he was catching for Furuya, Miyuki found himself having a hard time focus. Was that Sawamura talking? Who was he talking to?

Miyuki turned and froze. He could barely hear Furuya mumble about throwing the ball back but the words didn't really seem to register.

There was the tall boy, clad in jeans and a polo shirt, talking to Sawamura. Standing on the field.

"What is that bastard doing on my field?"

Miyuki felt anger arise deep in his stomach as he watched Sawamura smile slightly and pat the boys back. They exchanged a small hug before Akuma smiled softly and turned to leave.

Miyuki seethed and dropped the ball, standing to head over to Sawamura.

When he reached him, the boy looked completely fine.

"What the hell was that?"

Sawamura gazed at Miyuki, a confused look in his eyes.

"My... boyfriend? Coming to apologize."

Miyuki growled.

"Seriously Sawamura? You're staying with him?"

Sawamura frowned.

"I love him. He was drunk he didn't mean it."

Beyond angry, Miyuki threw his glove on the ground and began yelling louder at Sawamura. The other first string players began turning and Miyuki could hear there chatter but none of it was seeming to register.

"Is that Sawamura? Was that the guy last night...?"

"Are they going to fight?"

"Someone should go get coach before someone gets hurt..."

Sawamura turned his gaze away from Miyuki as he continued to yell.

"Are you really that stupid? Are you really just going to continue to- hey, look at me when I'm yelling at you baka, I'm not going to repeat myself!"

Sawamura turned his gaze onto him, his eyes hard and cold.

"I've been yelled at enough for this week I don't really appreciate it anymore."

That was enough.

Miyuki dropped silent. His shoulders slumped and he gazed at the ground.

"I appreciate you letting me stay with you when I needed to senpai. But being with who I want is my decision, not yours."

Eyes still downcast, Miyuki could hear Sawamura's footsteps echo away.

I think I'm going to cut it off right here. Hope you enjoyed this chappie, next one should be up next week or the week after. This was more of a filler chapter, to allow us to see into how Sawmura's relationship is a vicious cycle and some insight on how it makes Miyuki feel.

As I've stated on my profile I have been rather busy and have a lot on my plate right now but I will attempt to keep the chapters coming on a semi regular bases. Thank you for your continued support!

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