MiyuSawa 3

I'm sorry for the feels.

Actually, no I'm not...

It's reality and perhaps one that's hard to accept.

Anime4us

Chapter 19

Kuramochi glanced back at Miyuki's empty desk and rolled his eyes.

Honestly, It's about time you vent some of you anger you idiot.

The shortstop sighed heavily as his thoughts wandered.

"Since you seem so enticed by my lesson, do answer the question on the board Kuramochi." The teacher's ticked voice wafted through the air, slicing through his aimless thoughts.

Shit.

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Sawamura cringed at the harsh words that had just left Miyuki's lips.

"We're done. It's not worth it anymore."

Sawamura's chest crushed in on itself. He opened his mouth to ask just what the catcher meant, but the words wouldn't leave his lips. A pained gasp seemed to leave his lips in his voice's stead. Why couldn't he speak? Wasn't this important? He needed to ask Miyuki what he meant.

"I'm still your captain and the main catcher. But that's all I'll be. Nothing more, nothing less."

Miyuki's eyes were so cold behind the lenses that sat on his nose.

"But-"

Why?! What happened?! I didn't even get to apologize! I didn't realize that it was this bad!

"Kazu-"

"Enough Sawamura." The catcher said before turning away.

He didn't… Use my given name… He's serious about this. He's leaving me. I'm losing him… I don't want this. Please… Come back…

Sawamura watched as Miyuki walked away from him, never looking back that the shattered pieces of what was once the thriving country boy.

No… Not like this… Kazuya… Please…

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Haruichi glanced up from his book when he saw a small scrap of paper fall on his desk. He rose a brow before glancing at Furuya. The pinklet opened up the note, reading its contents slowly.

'How bad is it?'

He knew that Furuya wasn't a boy of many words, but he had no idea which problem that the pitcher was addressing.

I'll just go with the fact that Eijun is sick…

'Not too bad, high fever, but Miyuki's taking care of him.'

Haruichi folded the paper before handing it back to Seido's monster rookie.

He watched Furuya's eyes travel over the paper's contents before he turned and nodded in acknowledgement.

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"Wait! Kazuya!"

Miyuki's eyes snapped open, his heart jumping into his throat as his pitcher practically screamed before sitting straight up. Tears threatened to fall from the boy's clouded eyes. For several seconds, Miyuki was too stunned to move. It was the mere realization that his pitcher had called out for him that snapped him out of his reverie.

"I'm right here." He said, his voice wavering slightly.

When tears started falling from the pitcher's eyes for the second time Miyuki felt the familiar blade of guilt slice through him.

"Eijun, I'm right here, right beside you." The catcher said, his voice firmer this time.

Miyuki reached out and laced his hands into once of Sawamura's, realizing with a jolt that it was stock cold and rather clammy. That was when Sawamura focused his attention on him, his eyes growing with realization.

"This… Is it a dream?... Didn't you just walk away?..." The pitcher asked, the pain in his eyes so raw.

Miyuki opened his mouth to speak but the words wouldn't leave his lips, they died in his throat.

"Kazuya… Do you hate me?..." The pitcher asked, reaching his free hand towards his catcher.

Miyuki's control on his emotional flood gate shattered. He pulled his hand from Sawamura's, not missing the look the pitcher gave him when his fingers left his. He pulled the pitcher into his arms, practically crushing the boy against his chest.

"How can you even think that?!" The catcher demanded.

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Sawamura's eyes flew wide when Miyuki pulled him into his arms. He felt the air rush from his lungs at how hard Miyuki seemed to squeeze him.

Is Miyuki shaking?..

Sawamura chewed on his lower lip.

"But… you were so mad…" The pitcher said softly.

"God… It was so stupid…" The catcher mumbled.

Sawamura closed his eyes, silently listening to Miyuki's heart beat when he felt something warm hit his cheek. He opened his eyes, feeling the same feeling again. That was when the realization hit him hard.

"I made you cry…" He said, his eyes widening.

A bemused chuckle left Miyuki's lips.

"How could I possibly hate you? You don't know how… How goddamn important you are to me. You're my anchor. You're the only reason I seem to still have a semblance to reality at this point."

Sawamura looked up at Miyuki, locking eyes with the catcher. They were… warm… such a contrast from last night.

"I don't… Understand." The pitcher mumbled.

"God… You're such a dunce." Miyuki mumbled.

Sawamura's face darkened.

"I'm so in love with you that it scares me." Miyuki whispered.

Sawamura's eyes widened in surprise.

"But.. Is someone… as broken as me, allowed to love someone as vibrantly bright as you?" Miyuki asked softly.

"Kazuya…" Sawamura reached up as grabbed Miyuki's face in his hands before pressing his lips against the catcher's. "I should be the one asking if you'll accept an idiot like me."

Miyuki had stopped crying, and a small smile had painted itself across his features.

"At least you know." The catcher said.

"Excuse me?" Sawamura asked in astonishment.

"That you're an idiot." Miyuki said, his smile forming into his trademark smirk.

"Kazuya!" The southpaw practically shrieked.

Miyuki pressed his lips against Sawamura's once again, effectively silencing the boy's explosion.

"Now shush. I wanna sleep.." Miyuki muttered before slowly lying next to his pitcher.

Sawamura's cheeks darkened in a deep blush.

"You have to sleep with me?.." He squeaked.

"Am I not allowed?" Miyuki asked, his eyes already closed.

He hadn't pulled his arms away either, instead, he'd pulled the pitcher closer to him.

"I didn't... say that.." Sawamura mumbled.

"Good…. I didn't… sleep last night.."

It wasn't hard for Sawamura to pick up on the fact that the catcher was falling asleep as he spoke.

"At least take your glasses off!" The pitcher huffed.

"Too tired…" Miyuki drawled.

Sawamura rolled his eyes before reaching towards Miyuki's glasses to slip them off. As he neared the catcher, his hand was snatched out of the air by Miyuki's before he was faced with another smirk, although a sloppy, tired one.

Sawamura's blush only intensified when Miyuki pressed his hand to his lips.

"I-I thought you were too tired!" The pitcher stated.

"I'll never get tired of you." Miyuki said after pulling the pitcher's hand away from his lips.

He, in turn, laced his fingers with the pitcher's. Sawamura couldn't possibly get any redder.

"When did you get so mushy?.." The southpaw mumbled, looking away as Miyuki chuckled. "Go to sleep already!" Sawamura then persisted when Miyuki yawned.

"Yes, yes. I'm working on it." He muttered as he let his eyes fall close once more.

Sawamura watched as Miyuki's breathing slowly evened out, indicating that the catcher had fallen asleep.

"You call me an idiot.. but honestly Kazuya… You're worse…" The pitcher said before pecking the sleeping senior's cheek. "And, I love you too." He muttered before he let himself plop back down on the pillow and closed his eyes too.

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Kuramochi almost shouted in relief when the lunch bell went. He was so bored in class, who would have known that not having Miyuki there to bug him made the room so boring and unbearable.

The shortstop pulled his cell out of his pocket when he felt it vibrate.

'We should bring some food for Miyuki and Eijun.'

He smiled down at the message, quickly typing back a reply.

'Sawamura probably won't eat much, but I'm sure Kazuya would appreciate food. Meet you in the caf'

He pocketed his phone before making his way towards their meeting spot.

It wasn't hard for the shortstop to pick out the mass of pink hair that was waiting for him, food sitting on a tray.

"That was quick." The shortstop said with a raised brow. "I came here straight after texting you."

"Hey. And no worries, I figured Eijun could use a soup and then got Miyuki the meal that was on special today." Haruichi said with a shrug.

"Sounds good." Kuramochi said, taking Miyuki's meal from the shorter's hands. "Let's hope they were able to settle their differences hm?" Kuramochi said.

Haruichi merely hummed in response before following after the other.

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Haruichi knocked gently, silently asking Miyuki to open the door. The infielders waited for a couple of seconds before Kuramochi became rather impatient and dug around in his pockets before pulling the key out. He unlocked the door, ready to kick the catcher's ass for ignoring both him and Haruichi's knocking at the door.

The sight that met them made them both blush with embarrassment. The catcher lay, fast asleep, legs tangled with an equally passed out pitcher. Not only that, but their fingers were intertwined as they slept.

"This seems like a rather intimate scene that we shouldn't be trespassing on…" Haruichi whispered.

Kuramochi couldn't help but nod at the pinklet's words. He set Miyuki's food on the desk before reaching for Sawamura's soup. Haruichi willingly let Kuramochi take it from him and set it next to Miyuki's food.

"Let's go, they'll eat when they get up, no need to wake them up, right?" The shortstop whispered before pushing Haruichi out and pulling the door closed.

"I'd say they reconciled, wouldn't you?" the second baseman asked with an ever growing smile.

"I wouldn't disagree." Kuramochi said with a smile.

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That's one less problem to worry about. While Kazuya was venting… He said something about his father… Coming here? What for?

The shortstop was puzzled as both he and Haruichi made their way back towards the school building.

His attention was grabbed when he felt Haruichi's smaller hand slip into his own.

"I'm kinda jealous." The pinklet said with a soft chuckle. "I want to hold your hand like that." He added, small blush making its way across his cheeks.

Kuramochi couldn't stop the endearing smile that made its way onto his lips. He squeezed Haruichi's fingers, telling him that he was right there.

"Why be jealous? You can hold my hand whenever you want to." The shortstop stated happily.

"I love this feeling." Haruichi muttered, his smile growing.

"What feeling is that?" Kuramochi asked, his brow raising in question.

"The feeling of warmth, of knowing that you're close." The pinklet stated.

"Hm, but aren't I always around?" Kuramochi asked with a tilt of his head.

"Yea… But know I know you're mine… And I don't have to worry about sharing you." The second baseman divulged before smiling innocently.

A scarlet blush exploded across Kuramochi's features, catching the pinklet's attention and pulling a giggle from his lips.

"That's pretty cute Yoichi. I could just kiss you." Haruichi said with yet another innocent smile, only making the shortstop's blush worse.

"Common… We're in public." Kuramochi said, his blush darkening.

"What? Are you ashamed?" Haruichi asked, his smile falling.

"No… I just wanna do something that shouldn't be put in the public." The shortstop muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Haruichi's eyes widened in disbelief before he yanked on the shortstop's shirt, pulling his down for a kiss.

"I blame you for that." The pinklet said before letting go of the stunned shortstop's shirt and lacing his fingers back in the other's.