I'm legit Prince of Stride trash o.o'' I've started shipping the blonde that looks like Armin with the shogi player XD send help lol

also, there's a 50% off reference in here, I hope you find it XD

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Chapter 14

"I'm not gonna lie, I missed it." Sawamura said with a smile.

The two boys stood in front of the Seido dorms, bags at their feet as they stretched from the long ride.

"I can't wait to get my hands on a ball! Catch my pitches Kazuya!" The southpaw shouted enthusiastically.

"You didn't even make it thirty seconds." Miyuki said, chuckling softly.

Sawamura cocked his head to the side a bit, clearly lost.

"Never mind idiot." Miyuki said as he rolled his eyes.

Before Sawamura could blow up, the first string catcher spoke again.

"I'll wait for you after putting my bag away, let's at least eat dinner before we practice."

Sawamura's features broke out into a huge grin at Miyuki's words.

"Aha! You've finally accepted that I will be the ace for this team so you have to catch my pitches!" He bellowed.

"Hm?" Miyuki asked, already half way up the stairs to get to his dorm. "Did you say something?" The catcher asked innocently.

"Don't lie Kazuya! You heard my wise words!" The southpaw stated as he ran to catch up with the catcher.

The pitcher missed the small smile that had graced his catcher's lips as he turned away and continued to walk.

That title is slowly becoming more visible for you, isn't it Eijun?

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"So…"

The atmosphere was thick even though the sun still shone above their heads.

"God… You can cut the bloody air with a knife…" Kanemaru muttered as he took a sip of his water bottle. "Alright! I've had enough! I'm gonna lock the both of you in a bloody closet if you don't talk about it." He called out before standing.

Kuramochi, who was fiddling with his baseball bag, shot a glare towards his junior.

"What was that?" He demanded, the aura around him growing rather dark.

Nobody knew when Kanemaru had grown the power to not flinch away from his on edge upper class man, but they were all pretty grateful for it. The team was tired of avoiding both relationship parties all day. Both Haruichi and Kuramochi were walking time bombs.

"You need to talk to him. Aren't you supposed to be the older one?" Kanemaru stated with a roll of his eyes. "I'm tired of watching him mope around the bloody field! Fix it."

Kuramochi's eyes widened with surprise as his underclass man went off at him.

"Listen here brat-"

"Kuramochi."

Kuramochi had been mere seconds from pulling Kanemaru into a seriously uncomfortable wrestling move when he heard his name.

He looked over to see Haruichi leaning against the field's fence.

Doesn't he call me Yoichi now?

"We need to talk." The pinklet continued.

"Thank god." Kanemaru murmured from beside the slightly uncomfortable shortstop.

"Yea, sure."

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Haruichi hadn't said a single word for a solid ten minutes and it had Kuramochi incredibly tense as they walked around the field.

I donno what to say. I think I should be apologizing, but I don't know what for… I wasn't really… Ok, I did compare him to Ryosuke… but doesn't he understand that I'm with him and not his brother?

"I was being a jealous idiot. I'm sorry."

Kuramochi jumped when he heard Haruichi's voice.

"Huh?"

"I shouldn't have snapped at you this morning. I just… I donno. I'm tired of people comparing me and my brother. I mean... I should have expected it after following him to the same high school… but-"

Haruichi's voice was cut off when he felt himself being pulled into Kuramochi's arms.

"I'm sorry, but let me put your mind at ease. I'm dating you, not your brother. I want you, not your brother. I like you more than I could ever like your brother." Kuramochi said softly.

Haruichi's eyes seemed to water, scaring Kuramochi somewhat.

"I want you to call me by my given name too…" He mumbled, leaning against the shortstop.

Kuramochi's eyes widened a fraction.

Is that why he didn't call me by my given name earlier, because I don't use his?

"Haruichi." Kuramochi whispered right into the shorter boy's ear.

The shortstop smirked somewhat when he saw the warmth taking over Haruichi's cheeks.

"Again." Haruichi whispered.

"Haruichi." Kuramochi repeated, squeezing the boy in his arms.

"I'm sorry about today Yoichi." The pinklet murmured.

Kuramochi shook his head before pecking the unsuspecting second baseman's cheek.

"Dinner's gonna be ready soon." The shortstop said, pulling his arms away from around the pinklet's waist.

He laced his fingers in Haruichi's, smiling softly before the two of them made their way to the cafeteria. The smile made its way to Haruichi's lips as well.

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"Oh, I'm very impressed. I wonder how Ryosuke is taking it." Miyuki muttered from beside the southpaw.

Sawamura looked up from his meal with a small raise of his brow before following Miyuki's sight line.

"Haruichi?.. And Kuramochi?!" The pitcher yelled, his eyes bugging out.

"I knew I smelt idiot." Kuramochi called, eyes landing on Sawamura's.

"Are you sure that it's not just you Yoichi?" Miyuki asked casually as Sawamura exploded in the background.

"Missed you too." Kuramochi stated with a smirk as he looked at Miyuki.

"Did you now? Couldn't manage without your captain, could you?" The catcher joked.

"I believe I managed just fine." Kuramochi smirked as he secretively pulled Haruichi towards him.

Miyuki's smirk only grew as he saw Kuramochi's hand curl around the pinklet's waist.

"Any late night visits from the demon?" Miyuki asked.

Kuramochi gave him a side long glance before shaking his head.

"He actually took it really well." The shortstop said before shrugging. "Anyways, just watching you eat is making me starve. Let's get some food?" The last sentence was directed towards Haruichi, who still had a blush on his face at the close proximity between him and his partner.

"S-sure." The pinklet said, looking down somewhat in an effort to hide his blush.

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"Did you hear what he said to me?! Doesn't see me for a whole weekend and he calls me an idiot! How insensitive!" The southpaw grumbled unhappily.

"He's not wrong, you even admitted to it yourself this weekend." Miyuki stated with a smirk.

Sawamura glared at his catcher with anger.

"If you keep staring at me I'm gonna kiss you in front of the whole caf." Miyuki stated nonchalantly before taking another bite of food.

Sawamura pouted somewhat before focusing on his meal.

"You're no fair."

"How so?"

"Cause I want to be kissed… Just not in front of the whole team yet…"

Miyuki chocked somewhat on his food from his pitcher's very honest confession.

"I'm not known for being fair."

"You're right. You're known as a four-eyed catching demon."

"I don't feel like catching tonight." Miyuki drawled.

"I'm kidding! Saint! You're fantastic! Catching god!" The pitcher shouted.

"Honestly, shut up. You've been here not half an hour and I'm already tired of your voice." Kuramochi grumbled as he set his tray down.

"I don't mind the praise." Miyuki contributed with a small smirk.

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"You knew the whole time, didn't you?" The shortstop asked as Miyuki shuffled around his room, grabbing his catching equipment.

"I had an inkling. It's not as if he really… broadcasted it? Simple glances here and there."

"Damn it… we were partners for two bloody years… I should have noticed."

"Instead, you set your sights on his little brother." Miyuki said with a smirk.

"You can't spell sass without 'ass' and you're being one." Kuramochi said, turning a pointed glare towards the first string catcher.

"Oh! That's a new one."

"Can you be serious for more than thirty seconds?" Kuramochi asked.

"If I try really hard." Miyuki stated with a shit eating grin.

"Please?"

"It's actually bugging you that much?"

"Let's hypothetically state that I had a crush on you. Hypothetically." Kuramochi started.

"I wouldn't blame you." Miyuki imputed as he zipped his equipment bag up.

"But I didn't tell you and you came to me for relationship advice-"

"Oh my god you're a dunce…"

"For Sawamura, and then I told you I had feelings for you. What would you feel?" The shortstop finished, the vein in his temple pulsating from Miyuki's annoying comments.

"Who says I have a thing for Eijun?" The catcher stated while raising a brow.

That's what you got from this? Also… You're using his first name and you call me a dunce?

Kuramochi rose a brow but refrained from speaking.

"I guess I would feel a little… put off." Miyuki conveyed.

"Now multiply it by ten cause it's his younger brother…"

"I donno… The situation is pretty similar, you treat Eijun like your little brother."

Miyuki locked his room's door up before making his way towards the bullpen.

"I feel like such a dick." Kuramochi mumbled.

"I get that, but, it's not like you intentionally went to him, knowing that he had feelings, and then threw it in his face, right?.."

"Of course not!" Kuramochi's answer was instant.

"Then stop freaking out so much. On the plus side, I don't think there's anyone else that he would be so willing to let date his little brother." Miyuki said before shrugging.

Kuramochi stopped mid stride, the realization dawning on him.

"So, in a sense, you're saying he's happy for the both of us?"

"You wouldn't be breathing if he wasn't happy Yoichi." Miyuki said before flashing him an oh so innocent smile. "Now, I promised that idiot that I'd play catch with him and I plan on making it a living hell for him, so, if you don't mind."

Miyuki waved over his shoulder before turning the corner and making his way down to the bullpen. Kuramochi had a small smile on his face as he made his way towards his dorm room.

It wasn't often that he would talk to Miyuki about personal matters, he would usually seek Ryosuke out as a matter of fact, but he had needed to talk to someone about his issues. They'd been driving him near insane at this point. He knew well that talking to Miyuki entitled a lot of berating and teasing, but the catcher did end up shining some light onto the matter.

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"It took you long enough! Did you expect me to wait here forever?" Sawamura huffed as Miyuki walked in, sports bag slung over his shoulder.

"I figured you'd wait for me." Miyuki said, flashing the pitcher his trademark grin. "All the other players are relaxing you know? And what am I doing? My energetic pitcher wants me to catch his pitches the night we get back. So much work." Miyuki drawled as he started putting his equipment on.

Sawamura huffed as he grabbed one of Miyuki's shin guards and began to hook it up as the catcher grabbed the chest plate and pulled it over.

"So kind." Miyuki said with a small smirk.

"One of us has to be." Sawamura murmured with a roll of his eyes.

"You wound me." Miyuki said dramatically.

Sawamura rolled his eyes before grabbing his glove and rolling his shoulders a bit. Miyuki did a couple of squats to get the kinks out of his legs. He hadn't practice all weekend, in retrospect, he should have brought his glove and at least played catch with the energetic first year.

"Give me a simple fast ball." He said as he squatted in behind the makeshift plate in the bullpen.

Sawamura nodded, eyes filling with the determination Miyuki loved to see blazing fire in the pitcher's golden eyes. Sawamura's leg raised in the air, his arm pulling back along with it. When his foot slammed into the ground under it, his arm came whipping out from behind him, sending the baseball flaming down from the mound and into Miyuki's glove. The satisfying noise of the ball landing in the mitt perfectly graced both the pitcher and catcher's ears.

"Nice ball." Miyuki commented with a smirk before sending the pitch back.

Sawamura could only smirk in return as his catcher squatted back behind the plate. He watched Miyuki's fingers move in a sign before he began his windup for the next pitch.

The sounds of the ball snapping in Miyuki's glove filled the air for quite some time before the catcher stood and lifted his face mask.

"That's it for tonight." He called as he made his way over to the bench.

"Ten more!" Sawamura stated, running up behind him.

"Nope, we gotta sleep at some point." He joked.

"Five?..." The pitched asked while pouting.

Miyuki smirked as he set his catcher's mask on the bench. He turned so fast and reached for the pitcher that Sawamura gasped in surprise. He brought the pitcher closer to him, smirk on his lips as he brought their faces closer.

"There's no one watching now." Sawamura stated, his eyes falling to Miyuki's lips.

Miyuki's lips help their smirk as he pushed unbearably close to the pitcher's lips, only to pull back.

Sawamura practically whined at how much of a tease his catcher was being.

"Do you want to keep pitching Mr. Wanna be Ace?" Miyuki asked, his voice low.

"You know exactly what I want right now you four-eyed demon catcher." Sawamura said as he looked up at his catcher.

Miyuki's eyes widened somewhat as his eyes locked with his pitchers. He read the trust, he read the lust, and he read the need that the pitcher wanted from him.

"How do you make it so impossible to say no?" Miyuki murmured, bringing up one of his hand to lift his first year's chin up slightly. "Push me away if you don't want me to do this."

A sound of annoyance left Sawamura's lips before Miyuki felt two hands ball up into his jersey and yank him forward, closing the space between them. The catcher let his eyes fall close, hand slipping from the pitcher's chin and instead finding the back of the younger boy's neck. He felt his sports glasses restricting him as he tried to press closer.

A sound of annoyance came from his own throat before the hand that was resting on Sawamura's neck raised to push his glasses up into his hair.

God… I could lose myself in this…

He had to stop himself from whining in protest when Sawamura pulled back.

His pitcher's eyes opened. The catcher's vision was swimming a little without the use of his sports glasses. Miyuki's heart clenched with nervousness.

Did I do something wrong? Did I go to fast? Is he gonna get angry at me?

Miyuki's eyes widened when Sawamura's hands left his shirt in favor of wrapping around his torso.

"God… I wish I would have told you sooner."

The pitcher's words surprised him. At the same time, they made his chest flutter with a rather warm feeling.

Sawamura then pulled away and reached up to grab Miyuki's cheeks, albeit gently. The catcher waited in anticipation of the pitcher's movements. Even without his glasses, he was able to read the smirk before Sawamura squished his cheeks and pulled away laughing.

"You should have seen your face." He said as he chuckled.

Miyuki rose a brow, reaching up to pull his glasses back down before fixing his pitcher with a small, playful glare.

"Weren't you the one saying we had to rest?" Sawamura challenged.

"Oh. I see." Miyuki said as he took his catchers equipment off.

He shoved it in his bag before slinging said bag over his shoulder.

"Kazuya." Sawamura called, getting his catcher to turn towards him.

The pitcher planted a chaste kiss on the unsuspecting catcher's lips before leaving the bullpen with a quick 'Night!'.