It's a lazy afternoon for the Seidou baseball team as a sudden downpour makes it impossible to hold practice. For reasons that currently escape Eijun, he's been spending his free time with Miyuki in one of the empty classrooms. The catcher's curled up on his side on the floor, his head resting on Eijun's lap, much to the pitcher's chagrin. But the worst part, at least to Eijun, is how he can't bring himself to really hate the situation.
It's ironic how Miyuki is a large part of why he came to Seidou in the first place yet they've only ever formed a battery once, and that one time wasn't even in an official game. It's unreasonable to hate Furuya for being assigned to him but Eijun's never been one for logical reasoning, and come on, if Miyuki's going to catch anyone's pitches it should be his.
"Stupid Miyuki. Why won't you catch my pitches?" Eijun grumbles to himself.
"It's Miyuki-senpai, Sawamura. You keep forgetting I'm older than you." Miyuki stretches out his arm and pinches Eijun's nose, smiling like a kid who just found a new toy.
"I thought you were asleep."
"I keep seeing your dorky face even when I close my eyes. How am I supposed to fall asleep?"
"Then stop using me as a pillow already!"
"Shush. Whoever heard of a talking pillow? And a noisy one at that?"
"You bastard." Miyuki laughs, but it's not the taunting chuckle Eijun is so used to hearing. It's the laugh of somebody who is genuinely amused.
Seidou's star catcher shifts so that he's lying on his back, tilting his head to meet Eijun's eyes. "What are you glaring at me for? I haven't done anything." He proceeds to pinch Eijun's nose again.
"Stop that!" Eijun gripes, swatting away Miyuki's hand as he attempts a third attack. "And I wasn't glaring."
"Yes, you were," he insists weakly, a yawn escaping his mouth. ""Man, I'm tired. I was up all night playing shogi with our captain. He may not look like it but that guy hates to lose."
A comfortable silence passes between them, and somewhere between listening to the sound of the falling rain outside and appreciating the warmth of his human pillow, Miyuki drifts off to sleep. Eijun watches in amusement as Miyuki's smug expression melts away, leaving only the contented smile of a weary person finally getting his due rest.
Miyuki's cologne mingles with the scent of rain wafting in from an open window. There's always something about men's fragrances that Eijun finds unnatural. Or maybe he's just not used to it.
This might be the first time he's been alone with his senpai like this and the first time he's gotten a good look at Miyuki's face. He looks different with his hair down, mainly because Eijun's so used to seeing him with a cap on during a game. His bangs are getting long—a little trim wouldn't hurt. Or maybe a proper haircut is in order; he might even look good with short hair. Wait, since when did he ever think Miyuki Kazuya looked good?
Against his better judgment, Eijun gently slips off Miyuki's glasses, finding it impossible to determine whether he looks better without them or not. Shit, he's really giving himself the creeps now, taking such interest in another guy's face like this.
With nothing to do (because watching another guy sleeping like a crazed stalker is out of the question), Eijun opts to take a nap himself. Let it never be said how he woke up to find his hand intertwined with the catcher's. Some things are better left a mystery.