A/N: On behalf of anon's request through Tumblr~ It was a phrase + pairing ("I guess I am" + Miyusawa). It's kind of old I kept forgetting to put up here too!

Okay. This time for sure he'd get the message. Miyuki said it as bluntly as any other person could ever say it, or so he thought. What kind of idiot wouldn't get it the first time? Apparently Sawamura Eijun wouldn't. Why did he have to torture himself by liking this idiot again?

Sawamura looked up at his catcher a bit confused as he raised his eyebrow. "You're acting funny…"

"Don't you get it?" Miyuki said with much more seriousness as he cornered the pitcher. Why was this so much harder than it had to be? "You're different."

"Huh? Well yeah, my pitches and Furuya's are—"

Miyuki groaned. He wanted to pull at his hair out. "No, I mean you're a different person to me than Furuya is on a personal level."

"Well yeah…" The pitcher responded as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He really wasn't getting the point of all this.

"Do you really get it? Because I'm trying to tell you that I don't like Furuya the way I like you."

Sawamura's eyes widened, "AH-HA! I ALWAYS KNEW YOU PROBABLY HAD SOMETHING MORE GOING ON WITH HIM! MIYUKI KAZUYA, YOU'RE THE WORST!"

The obnoxious idiot continued yelling at the catcher in front of him saying that it all made sense as to why he hadn't put up a fight in the beginning when Furuya was first assigned to him (and my goodness that was a WHILE back, he was still irrationally resenting him for that? It wasn't like Miyuki had any control over whom he got to pick as his partner and that was such selfish talk. Why did Sawamura have to be so self centered? Besides, he got Chris-senpai in exchange and they already seemed closer than anybody could get on this team) and yet part of Sawamura felt a sting in his chest thinking of Furuya being special to Miyuki. So he was right all along. Well, good thing they didn't get partnered up way back then or maybe it could have changed something… or maybe…

"Idiot…" Miyuki lowered his face and hid under his cap. "You're such an idiot…"

Sawamura caught Furuya passing by at that moment completely ignoring the other's comment and felt like he just had to warn his fellow rival. Love was a fragile thing, after all.

"OI! FURUYA! BE CAREFUL WITH MIYU—"

Miyuki instantly covered Sawamura's mouth, shutting him up with a harsh stare. Furuya just stood there clueless as to what was unraveling. All he wanted was a nice fresh drink from the nearby vending machine, what the hell?

"Oi, Furuya. Just give me a good 5 minutes and I'll head back over to the bullpen. This idiot over here needs a lesson."

Furuya nodded. He knew his idiot rival would always make a scene at whatever time of the day. That boundless energy Sawamura had made him want to take a nap and never wake up. He finally got the drink he hoped for and went off on his way back to the bullpen.

Sawamura continued muffling protests until the catcher's intimidating stare was back on him. Oh no, did he piss Miyuki off? He must have because the aura the other was giving off suddenly spiked in intensity. Crap. Maybe, if he tried really hard, he could somehow bribe Miyuki to let him go in one piece? Was he going to die?

Miyuki took his hand off Sawamura's mouth.

"When the hell did I say I liked Furuya in that way?"

"Just now! You just said—"

"You're putting words in my mouth and assuming."

"Wha—?"

"You're such an IDIOT! HOW DUMB CAN SOMEONE BE?! You're so frustrating! This whole week I've been trying to tell you—"

"—Why the hell do you feel like you have the right to call me an idiot! YOU'RE THE WORST KIND OF SENPAI!" Sawamura grabbed hold of Miyuki's collar and started roughly shaking him.

"AH! SHUT UP!" Miyuki grabbed both of his idiot pitcher's arms firmly and stood him still. "Finally." He sighed. Letting all his frustration out like that probably helped relieve his tension because it was ridiculous on how Sawamura just wouldn't let him finish. "Let me talk, dammit!"

Sawamura blinked a few times before furrowing his eyebrows.

"I like you. I LIKE YOU for the idiot you are."

"What does that even mean? You're pissing me off you bastard!"

"Why are you getting mad?! I should be mad! I'm actually really pissed right now. You're a stubborn idiot! How did you get into this school again?!"

"WELL, I'M SORRY I'M NOT THE GREAT MIYUKI KAZUYA! NUMBER ONE CATCHER EVEN THOUGH CHRIS-SENPAI IS REALLY NUMBER ONE!"

Ah, always bringing up Chris-senpai. Despite him agreeing with Sawamura's comment, it still bothered him and that was the last straw. Before Sawamura could continue yelling some more the pitcher felt a great pressure against his lips, a great wet pressure and oh god, was Miyuki kissing him? Was he seriously kissing him?! When, how, why?!

He had never been kissed on the lips before so this felt pretty awkward. He could have fought it at that moment, but maybe it was the utter shock, or maybe it was just his curiosity that got the better of him. He didn't like it, nope, he didn't like it. He wasn't getting swept away.

From whatever basic knowledge he had (which usually came from shoujo manga), Sawamura had the idea that you only kissed people you really really liked in that special kind of way. So this was the type of like that Miyuki must have meant? Oh, now he really did feel like an idiot.

The kiss was slow with a desperate roughness to it and it gradually became heated. Sawamura felt like he was suffocating. Miyuki was pulling Sawamura in closer to deepen the kiss and to close whatever gap was in between them and my god it was too much. Miyuki bit Sawamura's lower lip and there it was, the access he had been hoping for. Sawamura didn't even know what to do aside from stand there in awkward pleasure and react to everything. Was it pleasure though?

He questioned at that moment where his hands should have been, but almost by reflex he simply wrapped them around Miyuki's neck. The mashing of their lips felt oddly exciting to him and very very wet due to the additional saliva from the other and now there was Miyuki's tongue licking the inside of his mouth and wow. Everything got kind of hazy from there because it felt really good. The tongue in his mouth was slick, and holy crap, a part of Miyuki was inside him. That tongue was licking the roof of his mouth, sucking on his lip, and eventually he'd bite it just enough to be sharp but not painful and oh, that felt nice.

He decided to start mimicking Miyuki's actions and the catcher couldn't help but smirk into the kiss, because finally, it seemed like Sawamura caught on. The feeling of their tongues wrapping around one another, the additional kisses here and there, and Miyuki's hands grabbing some of Sawamura's hair, it all felt more than good, it was amazing.

This was how kisses felt?

A good few minutes passed and Miyuki broke away from Sawamura. Was he feeling disappointed? Oh no, he felt disappointed and was he blushing? Nooo. He was probably just flushed from how hot that got because Miyuki hogged all his oxygen in between kisses.

"There. That's the kind of like I meant, idiot."

Sawamura blinked a few times, coming back to reality as he panted, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't find the right words to say because this bastard just kissed him to prove a damn point. How dare he? But then again, he did tell him this quite a few times and no matter in what way Miyuki told him, he simply didn't get it. Sawamura was frustrated and also perplexed at how this developed. He thought his little crush on Miyuki would never turn into something like this but what does he know. Why did he get so into that? It was just a damn a kiss, but a part of Miyuki was inside of him and—

Sawamura laughed because really, he didn't know how to even react. "I guess I am…"

"Well, you can make it up to me by following me around for the next 2 weeks~!" Miyuki grinned quite content with himself. "Catch you later! Gotta go practice with Furuya!"

So maybe part of him wanted the same attention Chris-senpai got the first time Sawamura started actually bonding with someone else. Or maybe he just liked to tease and torment the dummy. Either way, it'd be fun and he wanted something in return because really, he did a damn good job catching Sawamura's pseudo balls, thank you very much.

The catcher dashed away before the other could protest. Sawamura was simply dumbfounded by this.

What? The? Heck?

"MIYUKI KAZUYA! YOU BASTARD! YOU COME BACK HERE! LIKE HELL AM I GONNA BE YOUR DOG FOR THE NEXT 2 WEEKS!"