Random fact:

The only reason Furuya is in this fic is because my Beta reader likes his character, so thank him if you love Furuya XD

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Chapter 13

Kuramochi's phone went off, causing him to grumble about how he simply wasn't a morning person. The shortstop hit the off button on his phone to shut it up before climbing down to put his practice uniform on.

"Time to get up." He said shaking the first year's shoulder.

He dodged the hand that Haruichi shot out to grab him.

"I'm not falling for that one again. Do you want to run extra laps every morning?" He asked, raising a brow.

"You're no fun..." Haruichi grumbled as he sat up.

"Oh yea, I'm such a Grinch." Kuramochi said as he rolled his eyes.

"At least you know." Haruichi said as he ran his hands over his face.

This brat...

Kuramochi made his way towards the pinklet and ruffled his hair with both his hands.

A sound of surprise left the second baseman's lips as his pink locks were thrown all over the place.

"Stop it!" he said, pushing at the shortstop's hands.

"Stop sassing me! You're getting to be worse than Ryosuke." Kuramochi stated before pulling his hands away.

Haruichi let his arms fall into his lap before looking up at Kuramochi.

"You know, I get compared to him for just about everything else, don't you think you could let me feel like you're looking at me and not just my brother's damn shadow in this relationship?" The pinklet stated before standing and leaving, leaving a very stunned Kuramochi in his wake.

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Sawamura's eyes slowly peeled open as the sunlight shone on them. He was greeted with Miyuki's hair in his face. Most people would complain about space and such, but he couldn't be happier with the catcher beside him.

The pitcher moved his arm a bit so that he was more comfortable as he relaxed.

"Morning..." Miyuki murmured from beside him, making the southpaw jump.

"Morning." Sawamura answered with an oh so bright smile.

His smile must have been contagious, because he saw Miyuki's lips curve into a small one.

"I'm sorry that you had to deal with that last night." The catcher murmured, sleep making itself present in his voice as he sat up.

"You know, good things came from last night." The pitcher said, smile growing.

"Oh? Do tell." Miyuki said while raising a brow.

"Hm, like this." Sawamura said while sitting up.

He pecked Miyuki's lips before smiling.

"I couldn't do that before, I've always wanted to, and now I can." Sawamura said, his smile glowing brighter than the sun.

Miyuki sat bewildered for a couple of seconds before smirking and pulling the pitcher back towards him.

"You donno what you're signing up for." The catcher warned.

"How exciting. To be fair, we never know what we're signing up for when you're part of the equation."

"True." Miyuki whispered before pressing his lips against the pitcher's.

"Not gonna lie, I could get used to this." Sawamura murmured happily.

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Haruichi made his way towards his room, shoving his small hands into his pocket as he walked. They were clenched in tiny fists, showing how aggravated he was. He pushed his dorm room door open and stalked towards his dresser. He pulled the drawers open more aggressively than usual and pulled his practice uniform out.

"Oi, what did the dresser and clothing ever do to you?" His roommate joked from where he was sitting up.

"I'm sorry, I thought you weren't here." Haruichi mumbled.

"It's fine. Are you fighting with your boyfriend?"

Haruichi froze midway through pulling his shirt off.

"No." He said before finishing and pulling Seido's shirt over his head.

"Oh... Well, I mean, if you want..."

"I'm fine." Haruichi finished the sentence off.

The pinklet finished changing before grabbing his sport's bag.

"I'll see you on the field." The second baseman said before pulling the door closed.

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Miyuki stood in front of the stove, monitoring eggs as Sawamura grabbed plates. Sawamura's mother had stepped out early morning to get some shopping done and his father and grandfather had decided to catch a recently hyped movie to get out of the house, so the boys were left to their own devices for the time being.

"It smells amazing." The southpaw commented as he placed the two plates next to the catcher.

"I'm still amazed that you couldn't cook something so simple." Miyuki snickered.

"It's not my fault!" The pitcher whined. "I can't do it if nobody teaches me." Sawamura pouted.

"Then watch me do it." Miyuki said as he used the spatula to flip the eggs on the pan, careful not to break the yoke.

"Let's face it, I'm never gonna be able to cook like a freaking god." The southpaw whined.

"Are you calling me a god?" Miyuki asked with a brow raised.

"A cooking god." Sawamura affirmed.

Miyuki rolled his eyes, though his trademark smirk was still on his lips. He used the spatula to put the two ready eggs on the first plate.

"Can I trust you to make toast without burning the house down?" Miyuki joked.

"I can make toast Kazuya!" Sawamura huffed as he opened the bread bag and made to pop the toast into the toaster.

"God I love it when you say my name." Miyuki murmured to himself.

The pitcher glanced towards him with a brow raised.

"You don't have some weird name fetish, do you?"

"I suppose you'll just have to find out." Miyuki said, turning a smirk towards his pitcher.

"You're such a weirdo..." The pitcher mumbled.

"And yet you fell for me, what does that say about you?" Miyuki asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I like moody catchers?" The pitcher retorted with a shrug.

"Oh, I'm wounded." Miyuki sighed dramatically.

"You're burning the eggs!"

"Are you kidding, I'm not you." Miyuki stated before flipping the new eggs over, revealing a golden glow to the egg.

"I'm super jealous of your cooking skills." Sawamura pouted.

"I donno why you would be, I'm cooking for you too." Miyuki said as he turned the stove off, placing the eggs on the last plate.

Sawamura made enough toast for the both of them before coming over to the table where the catcher had put the plates.

"Thanks for the food." Sawamura said before sitting next to Miyuki.

Miyuki grabbed a piece of toast before breaking the yoke on his egg and taking a bite.

I could get used to this too...

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Kuramochi made his way towards the field, eyes peeled for his infield partner. His eyes were drawn towards said partner as he made his way towards the first field. He went to run towards the boy when he realized who he was talking with; Furuya.

It wasn't hard for Kuramochi to see how tense Haruichi was with annoyance. He, of course, hadn't meant to hurt the little second baseman.

"I came by cause I don't have classes until later... Can't say I regret coming. What did you do?"

Kuramochi nearly jumped out of his skin.

Do you have a bloody tracker?!

"Morning Ryosuke..." The shortstop mumbled.

"What did you say to Haruichi?" The prior second baseman asked, eyes trailing on his younger brother.

"It's just a small misunderstanding..." Kuramochi said, not looking at his upper class man.

"That's not what I asked." Ryosuke stated.

I feel like the words would hurt Ryosuke... Explaining that Kominato feels left behind in his shadow... I don't think it's my place to explain it either.

Ryosuke must have seen his conflicted expression, because he simply sighed before turning back towards his little brother.

"Then I'll talk to him myself..." The prior second baseman stated before walking towards the first years.

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"Haruichi."

Haruichi jumped before turning towards the voice he knew all too well.

"Ryosuke?.." He asked, forcing a smile to his face.

"What? Are you trying to hide that you're hurt from even me?" Ryosuke asked with a knowing smile.

Furuya glanced between the brothers before excusing himself, talking about some pitcher's warm up.

"Is it not going well with Yoichi?" Ryosuke continued.

How does he know?... Scratch that... of course he would find out...

"It's fine."

"Really, Yoichi doesn't seem to think so." Ryosuke retorted.

Haruichi's hands clenched once more.

"It's stupid on my part, don't worry about it." Haruichi said before shaking his head.

"Tell me about it." Ryosuke coaxed.

"I'd rather not." Haruichi turned away.

"Did he force you into something you didn't want?"

Haruichi shivered at his brother's ominous aura change.

"No! Of course not!" Haruichi said quickly, waving his hands in front of himself. "I.. Threw a jealousy fit this morning... It was really stupid." Haruichi said before sighing.

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Ryosuke rose his brows in amazement.

"Really now? Is there someone else that interested in Yoichi?" The prior second baseman asked.

Ryosuke had to fight fairly hard not to choke on those words.

God... That was pathetic... Playing the big brother role sucks right about now…

"Not that I know of..." Haruichi said before sighing. "Anyways. That wasn't the problem. I'm going to apologize to him... Just not right now." The current second baseman said before smiling. "Thanks for coming over to say hi."

Ryosuke sighed before smiling.

"You better work on your dives. I saw some of your practice yesterday, Yoichi is trying to sync with you more than you are with him. Make his life a little more easier and meet him half way instead of dumping all the work on him ok?" Ryosuke said before waving over his shoulder. "Work hard and I'll come watch the tournament games with the other guys."

"Ok!" Haruichi said with a smile, waving as Ryosuke walked away.

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"I donno if I can trust you to wash that plate, you did almost break one since I've been here." Miyuki teased as the boys stood to bring their dishes over to the sink.

"You surprised me!" Sawamura exclaimed as he set his dish on the counter and turned the tap on.

The southpaw grabbed a sponge and made to spray some soap on it.

"Well, I'm a mystery, remember?" The catcher said before putting his plate on top of his pitcher's and grabbing the drying cloth.

Sawamura pouted as he cleaned the dishes, handing each to Miyuki before moving on to the next one.

"I seriously want to kiss you, stop making that expression." Miyuki stated, smirk in place as Sawamura's face darkened into a bush.

"Then... Just do it.." The pitcher mumbled.

Miyuki cast the pitcher a side long glanced before slowly wrapping his arms around him from behind.

"You make it very difficult.." Miyuki murmured into the pitcher's ear.

Sawamuram had momentarily tensed before relaxing into Miyuki's hold. He reached over and put the sponge on the side before hitting the tap to turn it off.

"Yea... That's me, I make pretty much everything a difficult task." The pitcher said, letting his eyes close as he leant into Miyuki's chest.

"You know that's not what I meant." Miyuki said with a roll of his eyes.

"Nope. I'm an idiot remember? You gotta spell it out for me." Sawamura said, sly grin taking over his features.

"Remind me why I even agreed to this?"

"Actually you haven't yet."

"I was pretty sure that kiss counted as my answer." Miyuki retorted with a small chuckle.

"Hm..." Sawamura pouted.

Miyuki rolled his eyes before squeezing the boy.

"Yes, I'll start a relationship with you." Miyuki murmured so quietly the pitcher had to strain his ears to hear him.

"I'm home boys!"

Sawamura's mother walked into the kitchen with her grocery bags, only to see two very embarrassed teens, standing meters apart. She rose a brow at both boys before setting her bags down on the table.

"Should I even ask?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips.

Sawamura let an awkward chuckle leave his lips before making his way over to the bags.

"Want help putting the groceries away?" He asked, pink blush slowly receding.

"Sure hun." Ms. Sawamura said, smiling before she herself started to put the groceries away.

Miyuki turned towards the two before helping out as well.

"Oh thanks dear, you didn't have to do that." Sawamura's mother said, tapping Miyuki's shoulder lightly as he passed by to put something in the cupboard.

"My pleasure." Miyuki said over his shoulder.

"What time are you kids heading back?"

"Thinking of leaving around one ish. Grab the 1:40 train." Sawamura said as he grabbed something to put into the freezer.

"Did you have to go back so early? Are you sure you can't stay for dinner?" Sawamura's mother asked with a pout.

"Common mum, both Kazuya and I have already missed two days, going on three, of practice, I wanna be able to catch afternoon practice and settle before school tomorrow."

Sawamura's mother rose a brow at her son's words.

"Well, I see this weekend has only brought the two of you closer."

Unfortunately for Sawamura, those words brought back the remnants of his blush with a vengeance.

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