Chapter 30

Miyuki saw nothing but white for the longest time. He kept blinking in an attempt to clear his vision, though it didn't seem to work. As he continued to blink something covered the bright white in front of his eyes.

"Kazuya! Oh my god."

Miyuki's hearing came into focus as time passed. He attempted to speak but his throat was much too dry.

"Thank god."

Miyuki looked down as he felt a weight on his chest. Even without his glasses, he knew exactly who was hugging him so desperately. Slowly but surely, the catcher brought one of his arms up and let it fall onto Sawamura's back.

"You're such an idiot."

Miyuki could tell that his southpaw was crying from the way his voice wavered.

"I…. know." Miyuki managed to whispered, his voice not wanting to listen to him.

"You suck so much."

"I know…" The catcher stated, a small smirk surfacing.

"I love you so much… you bloody demon catcher."

"I love you to." Miyuki found talking to get easier as he continued to try.

Sawamura lifted himself up off the catcher's chest and leant towards his face.

"I've been waiting for you to be awake to do this." The southpaw whispered.

Sawamura pressed his lips against Miyuki's, gingerly at first, and then a little more desperately as time elapsed.

Someone coughed into their hand, effectively startling the two baseball players from their reverie.

Miyuki couldn't hide the smirk that surfaced on his lips as Sawamura's cheeks engulfed with a blush.

"Oi, Kazuya. You got some nerve." Kuramochi huffed.

"It's good to see you awake Miyuki." Came Haruichi's polite greeting.

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Sawamura had so much energy he didn't know what to do with it. The southpaw bounced his leg in an attempt to expend some of the pent up energy he had stored up. Being there as Miyuki seemed to orient himself was next to discovering gold in his eyes.

"I can see how antsy you are just by looking at you."

Sawamura chewed his lower lip as he looked towards Miyuki.

Kuramochi had nominated both himself and Haruichi to go buy something to drink to commemorate Miyuki's return to the living world.

"I could run around the baseball field a thousand times with the amount of energy I have…" The southpaw muttered as he sat on the edge of his catcher's bed.

His back was to the catcher, as he took a deep breath.

"You wanna know something weird?" Miyuki ventured.

"I donno Kazuya… Your weird and my weird can be two very different things…" The southpaw stated, glancing over his shoulder.

"I remember it. I remember it all." Miyuki stated before sighing heavily.

"You're not making any sense."

"The two months that I was supposedly in a coma? I could hear every word that every single person said when they came to visit…" Miyuki said before setting his gaze on Sawamura.

"Oh my god… He's gone insane…"

Miyuki's brow twitched with annoyance before he spoke.

"Your wrist. You shattered it and the doctor said you can't play anymore."

Miyuki rose a brow as the southpaw's expression went from worry to surprise as the words left his lips.

"There's no way.."

"My dad too… He came to visit me…"

Sawamura watched as Miyuki's mood dampened, instinctively feeling the need to reach out and comfort him.

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"I fucked up… so bad…" Miyuki mumbled.

The catcher started when Sawamura's hand cupped under his cheek.

"Do you hear that?"

Miyuki narrowed his eyes, trying to listen to what the first year could possibly be talking about at the moment, though quickly became annoyed as nothing reached his ears.

"I don't hear a thing." Miyuki stated.

"Listen harder." Sawamura stated with a huff.

"There's nothing to be heard." Miyuki stated with a huff of his own, annoyed with the way Sawamura was deterring the conversation.

"And people call me dense." The pitcher stated with a tiny smirk, only managing to tick Miyuki off further.

Miyuki didn't try to evade the kiss that the southpaw pressed to his lips, nor did he pull his hand away when Sawamura lifted it to touch his chest.

"Can you feel that?"

"You mean your heart convulsing? You must really have the hots for me." Miyuki stated as a smirk grew on his lips.

Sawamura rolled his eyes before speaking again.

"I can hear yours. Do you know what that means Kazuya?"

"You have super hearing?" The catcher drawled, looking rather bored.

"It means there's a machine you're hooked up to asshole." Sawamura stated before scoffing at Miyuki's growing smirk.

"Was there a point to this?"

"I was going to say it means you're alive idiot." Sawamura said before pressing his forehead on Miyuki's shoulder. "It means your eyes are open and that you can see me."

"If you want to get real technical, I saw you every single day you visited." Miyuki offered with a lopsided grin.

"You make it so hard to be sentimental." The pitcher grumbled.

"Maybe it's because I don't like being sentimental."

"As I've come to know very, very well Kazuya." The pitcher stated before sitting up. "Push over." He then demanded.

"What? This is a single bed." The catcher stated while raising a brow.

"Push. Over."

"Where's my please?" Miyuki could only chuckle as Sawamura's brow twitched.

"How in the hell did I fall for the devil in disguise?" The southpaw grumbled.

"I donno, I hear he's pretty good looking. Only from word of mouth though."

"He's also an idiot."

"I've heard that as well."

"A masochistic idiot."

"Alright, I deserved that one."

"A really massive dickish idiot."

"Alright, I have feelings too idiot." Miyuki stated, brow raising with slight annoyance.

"And yet, I still end up loving him."

"This is really gooey, I'm sinking." Miyuki stated with a shit eating grin.

"I'm considering using a pillow to suffocate you."

"Love you too." Miyuki stated, feigning surprise.

"Mh…." Sawamura turned away from the catcher as he sat on the bed, glaring at the heart monitor in front of him.

"It's not gonna randomly blank out." Miyuki stated casually.

"You mean like you did?" Sawamura threw back.

The catcher's eyes widened slightly at his southpaw's words.

"I know what I did was wron-"

"Do you Kazuya? Did you know that Haruichi is just now starting to get over the nightmares of how he found you in that bathroom? Did you know that I still have those nightmares, despite not having been the one to find you in that washroom? I commend Haruichi for being able to find someone to find you… My legs would have probably given out on me…"

Miyuki pressed his lips together as the southpaw spoke.

"I was so scared… and I didn't even know what happened. Going through the day asking myself why it was that my boyfriend went and did what he did. Hoping against all hope that it wasn't me that pushed you to being hospitalized."

The pitcher stiffened when Miyuki slipped his arms around his waist and pressed his face into his neck. Miyuki felt tears dripping onto his neck, along with hearing the sounds of Sawamura's soft hiccups.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault." Miyuki's voice was muffled by the southpaw's neck. "I saw my dad after the game… We said some things… I just lost it…" The catcher continued.

He frowned as he listened to Sawamura's slightly labored breathing as he tried to force himself to calm down.

"I've never taken it this far before…" Miyuki continued softly, trying to sooth the southpaw beside him. "And if I'm being totally honest with you right now, I never want this to happen ever again." The catcher whispered.

The room was washed over in silence as the two boys simply rested in each other's company. As time passed, Miyuki began to wonder if his southpaw had fallen asleep on him. He was proven wrong when said boy spoke.

"At least we can agree on that…" The southpaw stated before turning his body so that the two of them were facing each other. "You're not allowed to scare me like that ever again, hear me?" The pitcher stated, his voice in between horsed and severe.

Miyuki showed the energetic southpaw a soft smiled.

"Yea… I promise…" He whispered as he let his eyes fall shut, relaxing next to his pitcher.

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Kuramochi ordered himself an iced coffee after having ordered Haruichi's favorite drink.

"That was pretty smooth assistant captain." Haruichi stated, small smirk in place as he wrapped his fingers around the warm drink on the counter.

"It's been two months, I'm almost certain they won't be leaving each other's side for a solid day at least. Better for the both of us if we leave them alone for a while."

"I don't have to lose you for two months to want that." Haruichi stated before pecking the unsuspecting shortstop's lips.

"If you keep doing that we're gonna be charged with some seriously offensive charges." Kuramochi stated quietly, smirk growing as the pinklet's cheeks became just as rosy as his hair.

"Don't go saying that in public." The pinklet reprimanded, though the pink, splattered cheeks did nothing to help in him sounding assertive.

"Blame yourself." Kuramochi stated, small smirk growing as the pink in Haruichi's cheeks only managed to darken.

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"I'll be back." Sawamura said as he stood.

Miyuki cocked his head in question before the southpaw smiled softly.

"Washroom." The boy stated before sliding the door closed behind him.

The catcher leant back into the hospital mattress, soft sigh leaving his lips as he relaxed. A buzzing sound grabbed his attention in the rather silent room. Glancing to the side, Miyuki's eyes landed on what he presumed to be the southpaw's phone.

Reaching out towards it, he flipped the screen open, wanting to call someone. He knew the number by heart, though he almost never used it. It was an emergency contact that he would never call unless it was rather important.

The catcher pressed the phone to his ear, listening to the dial tone as the phone processed his call. The phone rang three times before the person on the other end picked up, answering with a short greeting.

"Hello?"

Miyuki took a deep breath before speaking.

"Hey dad."

IT'S OVER T_T

Well, here's a tidbit,

originally I was gonna have a super depressed ending in which Miyuki passed away.

Good news is,

A sequel idea had manifestedand I am happy to state that I will be starting that as soon as I feel creative :D

Thanks for sticking with my mess 3

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