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The Five Senses That Are Eijun

1. Sound

His voice in the morning. I could feel it in my soul. It was soft and tired and whiney all at the same time. He would roll back over in the bed on the rare nights we had the privilege of spending together and whine for five more minutes, only to begin snoring away again in a few seconds.

Not that it really mattered all that much. A few kisses or snuggling up to him and the younger boy would be awake again, his usually loud and striking tone soft all over again, dripping in sleep and affection.

Waking up to that voice first thing in the morning made my heart climb up to his throat sometimes. I was always worried he'd end up being a sap when I gazed into those eyes, that something embarrassing would slip from my lips even though it was usually Eijun who spilled his guts and me who would laugh and poke fun at him.

I loved him anyways, the lovesick sap.

2. Touch

Eijun's touch had always done weird things to my stomach. Since the moment we had met and I had swung my arm around my pitcher I knew there was something different about him. Chills went through my arm and I thought for a moment that I wouldn't be able to breathe. What got to me the most though, was kissing him.

Eijun wasn't inexperienced when it came to kissing, but he was awkward and nervous and apologizing afterwards. He had nothing to apologize for, I was nearly seeing stars before I found it in myself to pull away from him before someone could round the corner of the dugout. It was late and there was a crisp chill in the air but my body had felt so warm. I'll never forget his shakey breathing and his hands as he grabbed at my shirt, clearly wanting more but knowing that we shouldn't.

3. Smell

Eijun smelled like a child.

Not like a baby, and not dirty but clean, as if he had always just gotten out of the shower. He smelled like the country air, where he was from rather than the Tokyo air I had become so accustomed from. It was as if the smell had grown with him, and become a part of him.

I'm addicted to it. I steal his shirts and his hats and he gets so frustrated with me but I just laugh and say he looks better without them on anyways and then hes flustered, blabbering to me about how inappropriate I'm being and I'm laughing as I watch a small shy smile spread across his face.

4. Sight

Not going to lie, I often think of Eijun as a small child.

His hair was always a mess, he always had his mouth wide open whether he was eating, or yelling, or just sitting in astonishment at something stupid probably.

But his eyes sparkled like the sky. And his grin was contagious. And the way he always held his head up higher and his chest puffed with pride when he spoke of something he was proud of. He would come to practice after doing well on a test and always show me, a smug look on his face at his barely passing grade. It was so sweet I almost wouldn't tease him. Almost.

5. Taste

Sawamura tasted like determination and feelings.

I was never really good at feelings, but that's what I tasted when the younger boy would put his hands on both sides of my face and press his lips against my own in an attempt to further show his affection.

He was a good kisser, determined to make me tremble when I wasn't seeking to do the same to him. When he focused hard enough the boy could even make my knees weak.

The taste of his skin was always salty with sweat from games and practice, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I would press my lips to his in our short moments of privacy, tasting his smile within my own. Tasting love on his lips.

I often wondered if he could taste the love I felt for him as well.

There you have it, been a while. Please review, I know I took a slightly different direction on this one but I think I prefer it this way.