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Chapter 9
Haruichi smiled happily as he walked into the cafeteria with Kuramochi. He half expected the older boy to pull his hand away, but when he didn't Haruichi couldn't help the warm feeling that started bubbling in his stomach.
Some of the first years glanced their way but otherwise said nothing. A couple second years smirked in Kuramochi's direction, their eyes practically singing their thoughts.
It's about time.
Haruichi only dropped Kuramochi's hand when he went to grab his tray. The older boy, although still blushing, didn't seem to be blushing as loudly as he had been only a couple minutes ago.
Haruichi managed to start humming a tune as he grabbed his food and made his way towards the table he usually ate at. Kuramochi plopped down next to him and he couldn't help how big the smile on his lips was.
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Kuramochi glanced to his side as Haruichi grabbed his tray. He watched as the pinklet started to hum and tried not to melt at the sight of his smile as he sat next to him.
I'd take a severe talking to from Ryosuke any day if I could come back to this.
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Furuya was walking back from the bullpen when he came up on a very unpleasant sight.
He watched as Haruichi walked, fingers laced in Kuramochi's, into the very loud dining area.
"Cheater.." He muttered.
He clenched his teeth as his heart seemed to squeeze painfully.
"Just a couple seconds earlier... Just... Why?" He asked, looking up at the blue sky.
"Stop talking to yourself." Ono reprimanded as he smacked the back of Furuya's back none too gently. "Get some lunch and then it's back to the bullpen." The catcher stated before heading into the cafeteria before him.
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"Shut up for a second."
Sawamura stilled at Miyuki's voice. Eventually, he was able to relax, accepting that he wasn't going to be getting out of whatever this was; not that he was fairly keen on getting away anyways.
"So..." The southpaw ventured after a couple of minutes. "How long you plan on hugging me like this?..."
For a while, he wondered if Miyuki had fallen asleep. When the catcher did speak, it made Sawamura jump.
"Remember when I asked you how long you were going to hold my hand, back when we were looking at stars?"
Sawamura could feel his face heating up.
"Y-yea..."
"Do you remember what your answer was?" Miyuki continued.
As long as you need me to.
"Mhm..."
Sawamura knew his face was getting darker and darker by the second.
"Well, to answer your question, as long as you're ok with it I guess..." Miyuki trailed off before clearing his throat.
"Is this weakness Kazuya?" Sawamura asked, small smirk slipping onto his lips.
Miyuki huffed and started pushing the pitcher away before Sawamura snaked his arms around the catcher's body.
"I was kidding. I'll stay as long as you need me to." Sawamura whispered.
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Miyuki huffed at his pitcher's words.
Weakness? Seriously? I was... relaxing.
He began pushing the pitcher away only to have that movement halted when said pitcher pulled him back in.
"I was kidding. I'll stay as long as you need me to." Sawamura murmured, his voice muffled slightly by Miyuki's sweatshirt.
Miyuki felt his damn ears heating up with a blush. He stayed silent as he wrapped his arms back around the pitcher.
Now... This would be a scene for someone like Yoichi to open the door on..
He thought, small smirk growing.
"That's scary, stop it." Sawamura murmured, poking Miyuki's cheek.
"How rude." Miyuki stated with a raised brow. "To say that my smile isn't perfect like that, you shouldn't lie to yourself." The catcher continued, smirk only growing.
"That isn't a smile you demon catcher!" Sawamura yelled, causing Miyuki to start laughing.
The pout that followed up on Sawamura's yelling only made Miyuki laugh harder.
"You're one surprise after the other, you know that?" he said as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Shut up!" Sawamura stated before burying his face in Miyuki's chest.
"You're hiding your face by using my chest now?" Miyuki asked, smirk only growing as he saw the southpaw's cheeks darkening.
"You're the worse." Sawamura mumbled half heartedly.
"Ah, Thank you!" Miyuki said.
"It wasn't a compliment!"
Miyuki's chuckle filled the southpaw's room.
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"So?... Do I get to work on defensive plays with you now?..." Kuramochi asked as he leant back on the bench.
Furuya had barely said a word and the second baseman was now frantically playing with a plastic fork, driving the shortstop insane.
"I guess..." Haruichi said, frown taking over the bright smile Kuramochi was enjoying before the pitcher had arrived.
"For the love of... Just talk to him." Kuramochi said before standing and leaving with his tray.
"Ah! What?!" Haruichi started before giving up as he was ignored by his fielding partner.
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Haruichi blanched slightly as Kuramochi walked out of the caf, leaving him with a very moody Furuya.
"Uh... So hey..." Haruichi said, trying to smile.
It came out more awkward than he meant it to have.
Furuya looked up at him, though didn't speak.
"It's kinda hot today eh?" Haruichi prompted again.
"I like you." The pitcher stated.
Haruichi's smile faltered slightly before he could force it back up.
"I.. uh..."
"You're with Kuramochi now." Furuya stated.
"Yea..." Haruichi murmured. "Wait! How did you know?!"
"I saw you. Holding hands." Furuya said before taking another bite.
"Really? Haha..." Haruichi's cheeks started to dust over with pink.
"I still like you." Furuya said.
"But I'm-"
"I know who you're with. But I still like you." Furuya said before standing. "Just because you chose wrong this time, doesn't mean I won't wait." He said before throwing his trash away and making his way out of the cafeteria.
Chose wrong?...
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Sawamura glanced towards the door as he heard his mother's voice from downstairs.
"You want some food?" He asked casually.
"I wouldn't say no to your mother." Miyuki said, pulling his arms away from the pitcher and sitting up.
Sawamura rolled his eyes. Miyuki had a way to charm almost anyone he met. If only his mother knew the catcher's demonic side.
"Oi, oi, you were thinking something really rude weren't you?" Miyuki asked as he rose a brow.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Sawamura exclaimed before pulling the door open.
"You're so mean to me..." Muyiki stated, feigning being hurt.
"Stop that!" Sawamura shouted from down the hall. "And hurry up! Or I'm eating yours to!" The southpaw shouted.
"You won't sleep tonight if you do that." Miyuki sang.
A blush crept across the first year's face as he made his way down the stairs.
That's not what he meant idiot!
He could have sworn he heard Miyuki chuckle knowingly as they stepped into the kitchen. He sent his catcher a glare that was ignored as said catcher made his way towards the table.
"Ah, this smells wonderful." He said as he sat.
"Ah! You're so sweet Kazuya, this is nothing at all." Sawamura's mother said as she set pasta in front of both boys.
"I'm sure it tastes as good as it smells." Miyuki said as he picked up his fork.
"Oh, stop it! You'll make this old lady blush." She said before giggling.
"Old lady? Where?" Miyuki asked.
"If you two keep flirting I'm gonna puke..." Sawamura's grandfather murmured as he walked into the kitchen.
You and me both Gramps... You and me both...
"How rude! We weren't flirting, Kazuya was simply complimenting my cooking." Sawamura's mother stated with a small pout.
Miyuki seemed unfazed by the encounter and had begun eating.
"Thanks for that gross display, I don't think I'm hungry anymore..." Sawamura murmured under his breath.
"Shut up and eat idiot." Miyuki murmured into the unsuspecting pitcher's ear.
"MIYUKI KAZUYA! What are you doing?!" Sawamura shrieked.
"Eijun!" Sawamura's mother gasped. "Don't shout at guests! Eat your meal respectably!"
"B-bu-but!" Sawamura blubbered.
Turning towards Miyuki, he could just about pick up the barely concealed smirk that the catcher was hiding.
Demon! I'm telling you!
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"So? How'd it go?" Kuramochi asked as he tossed the ball towards' the pinklet, warming their arms up after a break.
"Just as expected... I guess." Haruichi answered before throwing the ball back.
"Did he say anything?"
Kuramochi was fairly curious how Haruichi had let the boy's confession down.
"He said I chose wrong."
Kuramochi felt his blood boil, he even dropped the ball.
"What. Did. You. Say?"
There was a very scary smile spreading across the shortstop's facial features.
"Who the hell does he think he is?! I'm gonna show him who the hell chose wrong." Kuramochi began stalking towards the bullpen.
"And leave me here? All alone?.." Haruichi asked quietly.
Kuramochi flinched slightly, his anger momentarily forgotten.
"But..."
"After you asked me to practice? You're gonna bail on me?" Haruichi continued, frown in place.
This damn brat... he's doing it on purpose.
"No. I can deal with it later." Kuramochi said before huffing.
He walked back to walked back to where he had been tossing the ball with the pinklet and bent down to pick it up.
You're more manipulative than your brother is... People should be more wary around you and less Ryosuke...
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Haruichi watched as Kuramochi walked away.
I don't need you making Furuya feel any worse... Jeez...
"And leave me here? All alone?.." The pinklet murmured, trying to sound as dejected as possible.
He watched as Kuramochi stopped.
Ah. Gotcha.
"But..."
No buts.
"After you asked me to practice? You're gonna bail on me?"
Jeez... I should be an actor... backup plan in case baseball doesn't work out.
"No. I can deal with it later." Kuramochi said before huffing.
Haruichi resisted the urge to put a peace sign up in victory.
Heh. Winner.
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"Don't drop any of these, my mum would kill me." Sawamura stated as he handed Miyuki the wet plate.
The two boys had told Sawamura's mother that she could relax and that they'd clean up the kitchen for her. She'd denied the help at first, but after a few more offers, and a couple smiles from Miyuki, she eventually conceited.
"I'm not you Eijun." Miyuki said as he rolled his eyes.
The plate slipped out of Sawamura's hands and Miyuki was only just able to catch it before it smashed against the tiles.
"Case and point..." He muttered as he dried the plate.
"You called me by my given name!" Sawamura stated, his eyes wide with surprise.
"It's only fair if you get to call me Kazuya." Miyuki said while shrugging.
"Since when have you ever been fair?" Sawamura asked while raising a brow.
Miyuki set the dish in the in cupboard after having dried it and leant up against the counter as he waited for the next dish.
"You're slow." He stated, his trademark smirk making its appearance.
"Shut up!" Sawamura stated.
The southpaw focused on cleaning again, handing Miyuki dish after dish.
"Did we really use all of these dishes?" Sawamura asked before sighing.
"Tired already? Sheesh." Miyuki chided.
"Like you enjoy this." Sawamura retorted while rolling his eyes.
"I don't mind it actually. When I go home, it's just dad and I, if I'm lucky that is." Miyuki stated with a shrug.
Sawamura glanced over at his catcher, though Miyuki's mask hadn't cracked.
"I think my mum has already practically adopted you as her son, so hey, you can always come by again." The pitcher stated before smiling.
Miyuki looked at him with a shocked expression.
Was that weird? It's true though.. Mum practically gushes over him, dad showed his approval the second he met him, and Gramps... well... Gramps doesn't like anybody so... whatever.
Sawamura was startled out of his train of thought when he heard Miyuki begin to laugh.
"Why are you laughing at me?!" The southpaw demanded.
"You never think before you speak!" Miyuki said mid laughter.
"So what?!" Sawamura stated, blush taking over his features.
"I suppose that means you'll always being earnest though." Miyuki said before reaching over and ruffling his pitcher's hair. "Thanks for inviting me over."