Author's Note: Hey, guess I'm back for a bit since I kind of noticed some people giving me some requests through reviews? I may or may not do some of the suggestions you guys give me. I apologize if I don't do some of them, sometimes I'm just not in the mood but since I'm never the type of person to write Holiday fics on their actual holidays I figured I'd write out this Valentine's-day request from thefujoshifreak.
Miyuki stared dumbfounded at the delivery Yoshikawa Haruno, one of the managers for his team, happened to make at his doorway early in the morning before he even made his way to class. She held a small bouquet of roses and a small heart shaped box towards him.
"Delivery, for Miyuki Kazuya!" She said cheerfully with her usual school uniform as she pushed the roses into the catcher's hands and stuck the heart shaped box under his arm. "Happy Valentine's Day! Looks like someone had you in mind."
Miyuki blinked, completely puzzled.
"Wait, its Valentine's Day?" He blinked a few more times, attempting to regain his thoughts.
"Yes!"
"Are these from you?" He asked, while taking a look at the gifts and back at her.
"Oh, no no. They're from a secret admirer. I'm simply delivering people's stuff. The girls and I volunteered this service sometime last month and people liked the idea. So we decided to start off super early. This is just the first fresh batch I got, but this one was for you."
Miyuki blankly stared, still dumbfounded at the idea.
Haruno smiled and waved goodbye, as she then turned around and left without another word to finish the rest of the first batch of deliveries. Even if she had said something more, it wasn't like he would have heard her anyway, his mind was racing. Miyuki blinked again, still standing at the doorway of his dorm room, letting the events that just occurred process. He completely forgot that it was Valentine's Day and hadn't expected to receive anything from anyone because why would he? He was just the all around amazing catcher that everybody wanted in none other than the prestigious Seidou High School baseball team.
Okay, so maybe he did expect chocolates but he seriously forgot about the pointless holiday being today. It was such a distraction from things that actually mattered. Not sure on what to do, he slowly turned back into his room and closed the door. He could spare some good minutes before his first class. He placed the roses onto his desk while still keeping the box in his hands. He would have ignored it, he would have, but even he knew it'd be rude to ignore a—uh—what was the word—kind gesture? Thoughtful?
He sighed because he remembered last year being instantly bombarded with gifts and chocolates and date proposals, like he said, unnecessary things. It was honestly annoying, but this time it seemed a bit more organized. He had a feeling he'd get bombarded throughout the day as well, but who the hell's chocolates were these that they were able to make it in first to him? Impressive, he thought. Miyuki first took the roses from the table and searched for a card that could tell him more. He found one, but it didn't seem to be of any help, as the words didn't tell him more than: 'Happy Valentine's day, Miyuki Kazuya.'
He wondered, while the sentence itself was very formal, were they obligatory? Roses also seemed a bit too much. Seriously though, Miyuki Kazuya? Who even called him his full name like that anymore? Not even his teachers. Curiously, he lay the roses down and turned his attention to the heart-shaped box. Maybe he'd have more luck with figuring out who sent him the presents if he opened it. He almost didn't want to though; the box itself was really neatly wrapped. The colors were pretty standard, but not really Valentine's Day themed, if he were to say so himself. The overall wrap was white with a soft dark blue ribbon tied over it. He raised his eyebrow at that. Maybe, it wasn't from a girl? No no, a girl could like any damn color, that was him overreaching for clues. Overthinking was such a curse.
He shook his head and carefully broke the seal, finally opening the box. The box was filled with small heart shaped chocolates, but some of the other chocolates were—wait—baseball shaped? They looked baseball shaped. They even had the little red lines around the ball shaped chocolate. They were clearly home-made as the hearts weren't perfectly shaped and the balls themselves, the effort was there, it showed. The heart shaped chocolates had the number two clearly imprinted on them. So they were either a fan, or someone who knew him decently enough on the team.
Miyuki smiled, quite amused. He normally didn't celebrate Valentine's Day, since he honestly had better things to think about, like his team, and how the next matches that were coming up would go, and ways to better himself along with his partners, along with strategizing on rival batters, but the present did warm him somehow. Who would go through the effort for him? The chocolates definitely slimmed down the choices. It had to be someone from the team or at least related to baseball. He just had a hunch, but didn't he get on everyone's nerves? How could someone actually like him? Seemed kind of unbelievable.
"They must be a masochist…" He muttered to himself.
He looked at the time and figured he'd play the guessing game the rest of the day as he took the chocolates with him. He rushed out with the rest of his supplies. So his prediction about getting more chocolates was true as the gifts just sort of piled on throughout the rest of his classes. One of the girls offered him a bag, which he kindly accepted. As he walked out of his class he saw a figure running by him at a crazy speed that it left him wondering what kind of idiot—
"OI! Bakamura! Stop running in the damn hall—" Kuramochi shouted but eventually his voice turned softer. "And—hey, what the heck is he doing? Why is he running to the third floor?" The shortstop said sounding a bit taken aback.
"Hm, he's apparently going to give Chris some chocolates." Ryousuke said this nonchalantly as he walked by.
Miyuki blinked, boy was he doing that quite often and he needed to stop getting so dumbfounded. "Oh," was all he blurted out.
He hadn't expected Sawamura, out of all people, to actually be one to give chocolates, but of course, of course Chris would be the first to receive his chocolates, right? It was only logical. So much for him dealing and bearing with everything the first year south paw put him through in training and practicing.
Except this wasn't practice or training, it had nothing to do with baseball.
"Hm? Is someone actually bothered? Your face really looks terrible." The pink haired menace said teasingly.
Kuramochi raised an eyebrow at the catcher.
"Huh? No. He can do what he wants but Chris-senpai is way out of his league, if you were to ask me." Miyuki said as he walked away, attempting at nonchalance.
Kuramochi whistled. "Well, I didn't expect him to be that bothered."
Ryousuke smirked. "He's really obvious, it's quite sad."
—
The day had zoomed by as practice was just about over. Everybody was doing their own individual training and Miyuki still hadn't figured out who the hell gave him the chocolates.
"Alright, what is going on with you Miyuki?" The shortstop said as he stood a few feet away from the catcher who was doing his practice swings.
"What do you mean?" The catcher said, continuing his swings.
"Did a girlfriend dump you? Did you not get as many chocolates as you expected? Confession gone wrong?" Kuramochi took guesses.
"None of the above."
"Then what? Didn't get chocolates from the actual person you wanted them from?"
Miyuki stopped swinging to wipe away at some sweat. "Why is this even important to you?"
"Because, your moodiness can be smelled from a mile away and Ryo-san was threatening to stuff you in a locker and leave you there until you felt better, so I'm here to help." Kuramochi said grinning.
Miyuki chuckled in disbelief, but then felt a chill run down his spine. Knowing Ryousuke, that was probably true, or he'd at least try to make the impossible possible. He didn't think he was being all that obvious though but then again, those two as a team were quite the scary perceptive people.
"Not to mention, you weren't really being cooperative with Sawamura. I mean, I know you two go at it a lot, but you were harder on him than usual. It was just weird is all, but do as you like." Kuramochi shrugged after saying what he needed to say.
"That idiot needs to learn how to respect for starters, but he's not my problem. I'm just trying to figure out who gave me these chocolates I got early in the morning before class." Miyuki said as he took out the box from his pocket.
Kuramochi got closer and looked over Miyuki's shoulder.
"Okay, so this is all over one small box of chocolates? Wow, they must be a masochist to like someone like you to begin with." The other said snickering.
"Oi, I could say the same to the people who gave you and Ryousuke-san chocolates." Miyuki retorted.
"Yeah, but at least we're likable." Kuramochi said grinning.
Miyuki looked at his teammate with a slight look of disbelief.
"So are you going to try the chocolates or what?" As Kuramochi asked, he noticed something awfully familiar from the box, even as Miyuki finally opened it.
The catcher took one of the chocolates and bit into it. What happened next had happened in the blink of the eye. Miyuki took a sprint to the nearest water fountain and spit the chocolate out into it.
"BLAH!" He exclaimed disgusted to the fountain. He took a good long sip of water, quickly cleansing away the horrible taste of the chocolate.
"That bad?" Kuramochi asked raising an eyebrow.
Yeah, Kuramochi definitely knew who made them. Who would have thought…
Miyuki spit one last time and rinsed out his mouth. "Yeah, it's like they were trying to poison me." The catcher cringed afterward.
Kuramochi began cackling and holding onto his own sides. "I guess they're more of a sadist then! They really must hate you hyahahaha!"
Miyuki frowned. Maybe they did hate him. Why did he even care about that box of chocolates when he had a ton more that definitely tasted better? Then again, he wasn't really one for sweets—Maybe, the first years would want his chocolates. He'd probably throw away these chocolates though. That's what he got for trying to be considerate. What both of them hadn't expected was someone else eavesdropping on their conversation.
Sawamura hid his face in his bangs, not making eye contact with either of his senpais and passed by them stealing the box off Miyuki's hand.
"Oi! Sawamura what the hell?!"
The first year dashed as quickly as he could without saying a word, he only hoped Kuramochi wouldn't be the one to dash after him or else he knew he'd be toast. He ran with all his might back to his dorm room.
"Stupid Miyuki Kazuya, couldn't be more considerate even if somebody paid him!" Sawamura muttered to himself as he continued running.
Miyuki stared at Kuramochi frowning. "I would have thought you'd dash after him."
The shortstop gave him a look. "Nah. Why should I? You wanted to get rid of them, right?"
That was true. He was thinking of throwing them away, but the fact they got taken from him and by none other than Sawamura Eijun sort of ticked him off. Now he just wanted them back. Call him childish, but he also wanted to know why the other had been oddly quiet the whole day. The only times he even responded to him were when Miyuki was giving him advice.
"Yeah, I guess." Miyuki said grabbing his bag.
"This is just a hunch, but I think those chocolates actually came from Sawamura." Kuramochi said this with a look of sympathy.
Miyuki's jaw dropped. He couldn't even hide his astonishment, because, what?!
"What the hell makes you say that?" the catcher replied in clear disbelief.
"Well, he's been acting weird, right? I saw him yesterday working really hard in the home economics room making some chocolates, asking the managers for help. But I mean, we share the same damn room and I could have sworn I saw the same box you had with you with the same shapes. I didn't get to see what symbols he put on them though." Kuramochi sighed looking at Miyuki's expression instantly drop to horrified. "I thought they were for Chris-senpai, but guess not?"
"I—I have to go. You're not going to be in your room for a while, right?" Miyuki said, his expression turning unreadable once more.
He knew he screwed up, but he didn't really expect it to occur in that manner.
"Uh, yeah. I'm going over to Ryo-san's room. Why?" Kuramochi asked curiously.
"Okay. That's all I needed to know." Miyuki replied as he walked away.
"Oi, asshole at least answer me! You're going to confess your LOVE?" The shortstop said snickering, but he heard no comeback. He instantly thought, 'That prick better not get all lovey dovey in my dorm.'
—
"Chris-senpai?" Sawamura looked at the catcher with an almost hesitant expression.
"Yes, Sawamura?" The third year said, wondering why the first year had come to speak to him in private.
"So, Valentine's day is in a few days and I was wondering if you'd accept my chocolates!" The first year said with a gleam in his eyes.
Chris blinked, a bit taken aback by the blunt request. He hadn't expected that at all. "I never knew you were one for that holiday."
Sawamura blushed in embarrassment. "Ah, well, take it as a thank you for being an amazing senpai. I just wanted to let you know ahead of time that I'll be giving you chocolates!"
Chris gently smiled at the gesture. Sawamura was always so enthusiastic and ready to give it all for him. He never expected the first year to get this close, but he learned that the other could be persistently stubborn.
"I would tell you that I don't need chocolates as a thank you, but even if I say that you'll still give me some won't you?" He would be lying if said he wasn't at least a bit amused.
"Yes!" Sawamura said enthusiastically. "I'll make a really good batch for you, Chris-senpai! I promise!"
"Try not to exert yourself Sawamura and it really isn't necessary, but—" Ah he lost him, Sawamura definitely wasn't listening anymore.
He noticed him scribbling some words onto a notepad.
"You'll be the first I give them to!" Golden eyes twinkled and Chris was presented with a wide grin.
Chris then raised both eyebrows. "You're going to give more away?"
"Yeah, I was thinking to at least give a few to Harucchi and maybe even Furuya, some to Haruno and…." The pitcher's voice got much lower. "Maybe even uh…" He scrunched up his eyebrows and nose.
Now Chris was definitely curious. He patiently waited for Sawamura to finish his sentence.
"Maybe even—Miyuki."A faint blush on his cheeks.
A blush?
For a split second, Chris's eyes widened. "That'd be a thoughtful gesture." He said closing his eyes and knowingly smiled.
He had always noticed how Miyuki and Sawamura interacted. If they weren't arguing or if Miyuki wasn't teasing Sawamura, they were getting along on the field through amazing teamwork. Baseball really was their connection. He had never really seen such an aggressive battery that just—that just really worked, that just really meshed well and brought out an endless potential.
Sawamura blinked and raised an eyebrow. He was thankful for the third year not teasing him or asking him why, but was the smile necessary?
"I'm sure Miyuki will appreciate it, even if he wouldn't exactly show it. Believe it or not Sawamura, out of everybody on the team, he has the most faith in your capabilities."
The first year was speechless as he gaped. While he knew Chris would never lie to him, it was still hard to believe. Miyuki was a bastard who liked teasing him to no end, hardly ever one to even shower him with compliments. He could only wonder if maybe giving the guy chocolates would be wise at all. Another reason he was hesitant was because he wasn't even giving them to be thankful, he wasn't even sure why.
—
Sawamura had opened the door to his room after hearing a knock, only to find Miyuki Kazuya standing at the doorway with his arms crossed against his chest. The pitcher gasped and tried closing the door shut only to be shoved aside as Miyuki made his way in without saying a word and sitting on the nearby chair.
Sawamura growled. "Miyuki Kazuya! What the hell are you doing here?!"
Miyuki hadn't responded and simply looked over at his cell phone, clearly ignoring his underclassman. Sawamura closed the door and stomped over to the 2nd year catcher furrowing his eyebrows and hunching over him.
"Oi! You bastard, answer me! You just came in like nothing and—"
"And what?" Miyuki said, finally making eye contact with a slight look of annoyance.
Wait, why was he annoyed? Sawamura felt offended because he had the right to be annoyed, not him!
"Huh?" was all Sawamura blurted out.
"Don't 'huh' me Sawamura. You eavesdrop on my conversation and run by Kuramochi and I, then you steal my chocolates? And you don't even say a word. You expect me to stay quiet and not confront you? I sure as hell know you wouldn't have."
The first year grumbled. The hell was his problem?
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Sawamura asked throwing back the same irritation the other had.
"Don't act stupid, though now that I think about it, you pretty much are, so I shouldn't even say that—"
And before Miyuki could say more, Sawamura had grabbed him by both sides of his collar and started angrily shaking him.
"Don't call me stupid! You're such a damn bastard!"
"You're not going to admit it, huh?" Miyuki asked, simply giving him a cold stare, not even reacting to being grabbed by his collar.
Sawamura felt himself sweat. Why was he suddenly being intimidated? Wait, did he know that he made the chocolates? No way.
"Admit what?" The first year said avoiding the other's gaze as he still held him by the collar.
Okay, so he wanted to play dumb, fine, Miyuki could do the same, or better yet find a way to make Sawamura admit the chocolates were his.
"Forget it. So did you even get chocolates today?" Miyuki asked completely switching his expression and tone from serious to teasing.
Sawamura let go of the other, stepping away in surprise at the sudden switch. What was his deal? It was highly suspicious. "Yes I did…"
"Oh yeah? From who?" Miyuki got up off the chair walking over to Sawamura, trying to close the distance between them.
"Wakana sent me a box and uh, Haruno gave me chocolates too. I got two others but they're anonymous." Sawamura frowned looking at the floor completely unaware of the other's intentions.
"You sure you didn't just buy yourself chocolate?"
Sawamura fumed after that comment and brought his head back up to meet challenging amber eyes. "Miyuki Kazuya! I freaking hate you!" It was then that he noticed how much closer Miyuki got. They were pretty much face to face, nose to nose, front row seat to that infuriating signature smirk.
The catcher could only whole heartedly laugh, and yet, he flashed back to that question he asked himself in the morning. Who else even called him by his full name? While he did believe Kuramochi on his hunch of it being Sawamura, he also thought that Sawamura Eijun hated him. So it sort of didn't add up. Ah, but he couldn't deny his idiot pitcher was too entertaining. Things definitely got livelier at Seidou when Sawamura came along. He grinned as he casually wrapped an arm around the pitcher's shoulders.
"Oi, get off." Sawamura tried pushing Miyuki's arm off him but failed. "Holy crap, your arm is MONSTROUS!"
Miyuki ignored the comment, simply taking it as a compliment. He made sure to train himself thoroughly, thank you very much. "So, you gave Chris-senpai chocolates?" He whispered into Sawamura's ear, interrupting him.
Hot breath against him, he couldn't help a shudder. Sawamura completely froze and lowered his hands from the catcher's arm. He looked at the him in the eye again and he felt a sudden rush of nervous energy hit him. Golden eyes stared into clouded amber and he saw the cockiness from Miyuki, but he also saw a hint of something else, something darker, was he…upset? Disappointed? Why?
"Yeah, so?" Sawamura admitted.
Miyuki felt like his vein would pop at any moment. "So, you give none to me? Your adoring senpai who looks out for you just as much as Chris-senpai?"
"Huh? Who else is adoring aside from Chris-senpai?" Sawamura stared blankly at Miyuki.
That look pissed Miyuki off. Such a cheeky brat.
"You little—" He roughly ruffled the other's hair hoping to inflict pain.
"Ow, ow, ow! STOP! Would you?! Ah, I did give you chocolates!"
And Miyuki completely froze after that. Oh damn. He didn't think it would have been that easy.
Sawamura internally cursed himself for letting that out but oh well. He'd deal with the embarrassment.
"W-What?" Miyuki let go of the other in pure disbelief.
"Don't look at me like that! I said I gave you chocolates! You know, those chocolates you spat at! I just, didn't want you to know they were from me because apparently they were sooo BAD." Sawamura looked away and frowned.
He didn't want to admit that it hurt to hear those words from Miyuki Kazuya. If there was one thing Sawamura hated, it was caring so much and feeling like an idiot every single time he interacted with the damn guy. He just wanted to be acknowledged and liked from the guy he admired, the guy he selfishly wanted as his catcher and his alone, the guy he went to Seido for.
And at that moment, Miyuki was seriously baffled.
"Holy shit, you really are a masochist, but those chocolates sucked." Miyuki said in amazement.
"Shut up you bastard! I didn't even want to give them to you! AH, I regret it!" The first year pulled on his own hair out of frustration.
"So, why did you?" Miyuki asked, leaning a bit closer again, still looking straight at Sawamura.
Sawamura backed away again and his back met with the wall. Great. Miyuki was a bit too close for the pitcher's comfort, but the catcher's arm strength—damn the monster.
"Because, Chris-senpai—Uh…" Yeah, he wasn't going to say what Chris told him. "Look, just shut up, I made a good one." Sawamura swiftly took out a chocolate from a small container in his pocket and shoved into the other's mouth. "Now, don't tell me I didn't give you a damn good one, HMPH."
Sawamura sighed as he saw Miyuki chewing on it with a blank expression. If that one wasn't good then he'd just go run for a good hour until he felt better. He walked away from Miyuki and started making his way to the door. "I'll be going now, so you better be gone when I come ba—ACK!" but before he could even say more let alone walk out, Miyuki had pulled him back to the wall.
"Where are you going? We're not done here." The catcher said, licking his own lips after eating the chocolate.
Sawamura gulped and felt his heart race.
"Why didn't you just tell me they were from you? I would have at least expected them to suck."
Sawamura scowled. "Because, admitting I gave you chocolates was embarrassing enough but I just wanted to be nice to you for once! And this is what I get? I learned my lesson once again! So let me go already, will you?!"
"Sorry." Miyuki said lowering his head.
Sawamura blinked in confusion. He wasn't sure if he heard correctly. "What?" His ears perked up, like a puppy waiting for affection.
"I said, sorry. I'm sure the chocolates took some time to make and Kuramochi told me you seemed to be really trying…"
Sawamura felt his cheeks warm up. "You're apologizing? Is it the end of the world? What happened to Miyuki Kazuya? The number one bastard?"
Miyuki felt his tolerance drop and he was so frustrated but he held it in, he was great at masking his emotions, but for some reason, Sawamura was a master at pissing him off. He apologized and the little shit wasn't even acknowledging it?
"You're such a cheeky brat! Accept my apology already, will you?!"
"Not until you tell me my last chocolate was good!" Sawamura said stubbornly.
"You persistent little—Fine. Don't say you didn't ask for it." Miyuki replied with a hint of mischievousness, closing the gap between them even more, but with his own lips this time.
Sawamura's eyes widened at the action and he froze on the spot.
Miyuki actually hadn't expected it from himself but that was probably what he had wanted to do for the longest time since he first realized what emotions the annoying first year elicited from him. He wanted to see Sawamura squirm, and okay maybe he was also jealous that Chris always came first. He understood why, but all that adoring affection, why wasn't he ever like that with him? Why weren't those sparkly eyes ever directed at him? What kind of bullshit was that? So, maybe he wasn't the nicest senpai but Sawamura didn't need to be spoiled. Chris was too nice, that was for sure. Miyuki didn't care about being the bad guy here, but damn Sawamura sure knew how to make him feel like one even when he wasn't trying to be.
Miyuki's lips crashed against Sawamura's. It was awkward and strange, and definitely new to them, but Sawamura eventually found his lips moving against Miyuki's when he realized he was still frozen in shock. Because regardless of Miyuki being infuriating, he still really wanted to pour all of his emotions into this. Miyuki Kazuya was kissing him. Sawamura was aware of getting caught in Miyuki's pace, but he could really care less. Their hearts felt like jumping out of their chests and the fact they moved in unison made Miyuki faintly smile into the kiss. The sensation of their lips crashing against each other, the hunger in wanting to claim one another, and the sudden noises that came out of the pitcher's mouth, there was a certain thrill out of it.
Miyuki was delighted to have his request fulfilled as he messily explored his partner's lips and mouth. Sawamura could taste the hint of chocolate coming from Miyuki, using his tongue to taste whatever he could. Everything was so soft, so warm, so wet. It was just like how Miyuki imagined it to be with Sawamura. He had sometimes imagined it but he'd never admit it, because this wasn't related to their beloved sport. Their kiss turned eager, clumsy, and they discovered that their hearts were racing at the same rhythm. Their lips eventually fit together perfectly, and Sawamura found that Miyuki's shoulders gave just the right sort of warmth beneath his hands. The catcher discovered that his hands settled comfortably on the other's hips.
It was good. It was more than good. It was right. So as annoyed as they both were before connecting lips, it was all forgotten, somehow. Despite the rush of embarrassment as their lips collided, as they gasped for air, and as the sharing of saliva was a bit too much, it was that feeling of mutual desire and mutual bliss of being connected that made them feel complete. Brushing the awkwardness aside, it suddenly became something extremely intimate.
When they eventually broke apart and panted, Sawamura gaped at Miyuki.
"What? I never said how I'd admit your chocolate was good. I just figured I'd share the goodness." Miyuki grinned triumphantly, and for once Sawamura didn't want to wipe the stupid grin off his face.
"So it was good?" was all the first year managed to ask.
"Duh. I would have cringed again if it wasn't. Now, why couldn't they all have been like that? I don't even want to know what Chris-senpai's tasted like." Miyuki said teasingly.
"I-I only handmade yours." Sawamura admitted shyly.
"What?" Miyuki's eyes widened. "You didn't make Chris-senpai his own?"
"I did, but Haruno helped me with those and I wanted them to be perfect." Sawamura lowered his head.
"Wow, so considerate." Miyuki had to admit, he felt special knowing he got his own personal batch. "Guess I'm special huh?"
"Yeah! I figured I'd test out the chocolates on you before even trying to give them out to everybody else!" Sawamura was the one to grin this time around.
So much for being special…
"Why you little—come HERE."
"AHHH! HELP ME! SOMEONE!" Sawamura ran around the room wanting to avoid Miyuki's wrath but curse his dorm for being so small.
Kuramochi stood outside the door, suddenly not wanting to even know what the hell was going on in his own room so he just yelled from outside the door, "Look you assholes, whatever kinky shit you're doing, you better be done in the next 15 minutes. I'm going to go run an errand. I'm being considerate enough since it's still Valentine's Day."
"Kuramochi-senpai! No! We're not doing anything—AH!" Sawamura pleaded but his voice became muffled.
Kuramochi furrowed his eyebrows. "Doesn't sound like nothing. You're both gross." He walked off unaware that Miyuki had tackled Sawamura face first onto the bed grinding his knuckles on Sawamura's head.
Well, at least Miyuki could get away with the fact that Sawamura Eijun actually gave him his own batch of handmade chocolates. As for the chocolates Sawamura stole back, he wouldn't admit to angrily eating away at them before Miyuki got there but his random trips to the bathroom during the night said it all.
End Note: *has been tempted to write some chrisawa* Okay, I'm off to write for my other OTPs in other fandoms.