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Chapter 5
The train to Nagano arrived at the station just as Sawamura and Miyuki ran up.
"I told you that we needed to go early!" The pitcher stated as they got on the train, panting.
"You kept going back for something. I was pretty sure Yoichi was gonna kill you if you opened the door one more time." Miyuki stated before sitting on the train bench.
"Whatever." Sawamura pouted before sitting next to the catcher.
Time elapsed and eventually the southpaw felt a weight on his shoulder. Glancing to the side, he rose a brow at seeing that Miyuki had fallen asleep. Upon closer inspection, Sawamura could see the bags that Miyuki's glasses usually hid.
You should take it easy on this trip Miyuki. Maybe it can be therapeutic?...
Sawamura smiled softly as the catcher caught up on some much needed rest.
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Miyuki could feel anxiety rising in himself as he walked up the path that led to Sawamura's front door.
What if they don't like me? What if they disapprove of Sawamura bringing me over? What do I do if-
"Miyuki! Ah, Eijun has told us so much about you!"
A pair of tiny arms wrapped around Miyuki's waist, starling him out of his thoughts.
"Mom!" Sawamura yelled, embarrassment leaking into his tone.
"Oh hush, the poor thing looked like he needed a hug." Sawamura's mother stated before giggling.
Miyuki, still looking rather stunned, was saved when Sawamura stepped in front of him.
"You're freaking him out, he hasn't even walked through the door yet." The boy whined before grabbing Miyuki's hand and dragging him passed his giggling mother and up to his room.
Miyuki had remained unusually silent as they made their way through the halls.
"Sorry, she's... somewhat psychic at reading people's moods. Apparently that's why I'm so sensitive to people's mood changes I guess."
Duly noted.
"It was... Kinda nice though." Miyuki stated, small smile on his lips as he set his bag down.
Sawamura glanced over at the catcher with a smile of his own.
"So, where am I sleeping?" Miyuki asked, raising a brow at the single bed in the room.
"You can have the bed, I'll grab the blow up mattress." Sawamura stated with a shrug.
Showing your elder respect are we Sawamura?
"I'm a guest, I'll sleep on the blow up mattress." Miyuki stated.
"It's fine, Miyuki, really." Sawamura said as he pulled the mattress out of his closet.
"Eijun, Miyuki, lunch!" Came a singsong voice.
Miyuki looked towards the stairs, a strange warm feeling settling in his stomach.
"Mum's cooking is the best." Sawamura said before heading towards the door.
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"So... Miyuki went to Nagano... With Eijun?..." The pinklet reaffirmed with the shortstop for the umpteenth time.
"For the millionth time, yes." Kuramochi stated before rolling his eyes.
"It just seems... so unreal." Haruichi said before cocking his head.
When will Kazuya just admit he likes the damn brat?!
Kuramochi was shocked when Sawamura had told him about the trip, though, at the same time, he was happy that Miyuki was getting away from it all.
Maybe this is what he needs.
Haruichi shrugged, snapping Kuramochi out of his endeavor.
"Did you want to play another round?" The second baseman asked.
"You won't win this one Kominato." Kuramochi stated with an evil grin.
"You say that every round Kuramochi."
"I mean it this time." The shortstop stated.
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Haruichi glanced to the side, watching as Kuramochi chewed on his lower lip in concentration. Just like in every other round of the fighter game that they had played, the pinklet was winning. Though, his eyes were drawn to the shortstop's lips for a moment too long and his character was sent flying.
Ah! I need to focus!
He didn't miss the smirk that crossed Kuramochi's lips as he gained the upper hand in the fight.
Miyuki was speaking amicably with Sawamura's mother as Sawamura's occupied himself with cleaning the dishes that they had used for lunch. He set the last dish in the dish rack to dry before he dried his hands.
Miyuki was laughing at a joke his mother had said, his amber like eyes scrunching together as he laughed.
Partner, huh?
Miyuki glanced in his direction, cocking his head in question. Sawamura simply smiled before heading towards them, wanting to join in on the happy atmosphere.
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"I donno Miyuki, you were getting realllllly close to my mum down there." Sawamura chided with a smirk.
"I was being polite Sawamura, something you should definitely look into." The catcher stated before smirking.
"She calls you Kazuya." Sawamura countered.
"That's my given name." Miyuki stated before raising a brow.
"Wow... I had no idea." Sawamura said with fake awe before rolling his eyes at the catcher.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." Miyuki said before showing his ever so famous shit eating grin.
"E-excuse me?!" The southpaw demanded, face darkening in color.
"Is that it Eijun?" Miyuki asked, smirk growing.
"No it isn't Kazuya." Sawamura replied before looking away.
That sounds good coming from your lips.
"I like it."
"Huh?"
"My name." Miyuki stated before raising a brow.
"O-of course!" Sawamura stated before blushing furiously.
You're getting very easy to read there Eijun.
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"I don't understand!" The frustrated shortstop stated before flopping back down on the ground.
"It's always the same outcome, at this point, I actually think you're trying to inflate my ego." Haruichi stated before sighing.
The second baseman glanced towards the shortstop, who'd become rather silent, and offered a small smile.
"You'll win one day." He offered.
"Don't patronize me Kominato." Kuramochi huffed.
Haruichi chuckled softly before falling back onto his back beside the shortstop, the lights from the video game that flashed across the screen lighting their features, albeit minimally.
"Im worried about Miyuki." Kuramochi stated before looking away.
"I bet that took a lot to admit." Haruichi said with a small chuckle.
"He makes it hard to try and care." The shortstop said before rolling his eyes.
"I know what you mean... I hope Eijun can get him to relax this weekend."
"That brat better get him to relax or so help me god I will kick his ass into next week."
Haruichi showed a nervous smile before laughing.
"Miyuki's lucky, he has people like you who care for him." The pinklet stated.
Maybe Eijun will be able to talk to him about what's going on.
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"We're home!" came a loud voice, pulling both Sawamura and Miyuki away from the videogame they were playing. "Eijun! Come say hi to you father!"
Sawamura's face flushed slightly from embarrassment before he set the controller down.
"Dinner's ready anyways, bring Kazuya down with you dear." His mother's voice floated up the stairs.
I think it's their mission to try and embarrass me as much as they can in front of him...
As both Sawamura and Miyuki made their way down the stairs, Sawamura's father pulled him into a hug.
"How's school son?" He asked, squeezing rather tightly.
"It's ok." Sawamura gasped out.
"Ok?! We haven't seen you for a month and you tell us 'it's ok'? I outta slap you for that answer." His grandfather huffed as his father let him go.
"Ah! You're the boy in the sports magazine that my boy reads!" Sawamura's father stated, eyes settling on Miyuki.
"Nice to meet you, my name's Miyuki Kazuya." Miyuki said before offering his hand.
Sawamura's father bypassed the hand, pulling the stunned catcher into a hug.
"I'm so proud that my son has managed to affiliate himself with such a respectable person!"
When he pulled away, only Sawamura could pick up on the aura change that surrounded Miyuki, along with the forced smile that he put on.
"It's nice to meet you as well." The catcher said before stepping back.
"Common boys! Dinner is getting cold!" Sawamura's mother called.
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Miyuki tried to keep up with conversations around the table, but soon found it much too complicated and decided to focus on his meal instead.
I'm so proud that my son has managed to affiliate himself with such a respectable person.
The thought was making Miyuki sick.
Respectable? Where?
"Kazuya, hun, are you not hungry?" Came Ms. Sawamura's voice, worry laced into her tone.
Miyuki hadn't realized that he'd been pushing his food around his plate. He looked up with an apologetic smile before taking a bite.
"Sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment there." He said after having finished his bite.
"It's quite alright, if you want seconds, just let me know."
Miyuki smiled once more before continuing to eat. The food that had been so full of flavor at lunch time seemed so bland this time, and it wasn't because the dish had changed.
Sawamura glanced at him with a small frown, he knew the pitcher was starting to read his damn features.
When did you become so damn perceptive?
He finished his meal, looking up as Sawamura's mother stood, her empty plate in hand.
"Did you want seconds dear?" She asked.
"No thanks, would you like help with the dishes?" Miyuki asked.
"Oh no! You boys can go relax, I haven't made so much food in a while, it makes me happy to have to clean up afterwards. Gives me something to do you know?" She said happily before taking Miyuki's plate.
Sawamura stood and glanced at Miyuki before grabbing his hand.
"We're going out back." Sawamura stated before dragging Miyuki up from his chair.
"Be safe." His mother called.
What the hell is going on?!
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Sawamura kept stealing glances in Miyuki's direction during the whole duration of the dinner. He could tell that something was eating at the catcher.
Is it the way that my parents hugged him? I probably should have warned him... Great... What if he thinks I'm a freak now...
A small frown settled on his lips as he looked away from Miyuki yet another time. When dinner was over, he grabbed the unsuspecting catcher's hand and dragged him from his seat and all the way to what he called his backyard.
Once they were in the middle of the field, Sawamura pulled Miyuki down, flopping onto the grass.
"What are we do-" Miyuki started, only to be shushed by the southpaw.
"Just listen." The first year stated.
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Haruichi had deemed it too late to leave Kuramochi's dorm room and head back to his; he didn't want to wake his roommate.
"Just take Sawamura's bed." Kuramochi stated before shrugging.
Haruichi had a small smile on his face as he nodded. Kuramochi wasn't hiding the blush that was taking over his cheeks very well.