A/N: I've been struggling guys. I'm not sure if this should be my last upload for this collection and just post my miyusawa fics separately from now on or if I should keep this going until I get tired of writing. I mean, I've been in miyusawa hell for years now and I don't see me fizzling out anytime soon but I feel like maybe 21 chapters is a good number to end at. I don't want this to just become an endless monster. I really do have fun updating this and I'm not sure whether to transfer some of these fics to my AO3 as well, but I'll see what I decide by the end of the week.
Anyway, this was a request by Hydes. I know you said you wanted something angsty but I took your blind date request from the private message you sent me instead. Some mentioned kuraryou (ryoukura, kuraryou, same difference) just a heads up, and I hope you don't mind! I've just been on a fluff binge AND also, I apologize for I have sinned. This has shameless smut in it so if that bothers you, don't read please and thanks.
Onto this 7k+ worded monster.
There were times people claimed that Miyuki's looks could kill and there were times he wanted to kill Kuramochi Youichi, his roommate. Whether he was snoring incredibly loud during the night or making bets with him over anything and everything or constantly challenging him over a new video game, or even teasing him about his bad luck with women and men because despite Miyuki Kazuya looking like a lady's man (or a man's man), no one really caught his interest for too long and the same could be said about people who had experience with him.
They'd call him too cynical, too mean, too snarky, too this or too that and he resented all those flaws people accused him of having since they sure as hell appreciated him for his looks, which he'd like to gloat about that, he would, but it was a little sad that his looks were the only redeeming quality to these people and of course Kuramochi would have a joy ride at his misery—until it stopped being funny and it started becoming an actual concern at some point. Kuramochi Youichi was actually concerned and it wasn't like Kuramochi wasn't a caring person but if there's one thing Miyuki Kazuya hated it was pity and he felt like Kuramochi had started pitying him for his lack of a love life.
Besides, Kuramochi would often glamorize his own relationship with Kominato Ryousuke and having to invest in some damn good ear buds or go out for unwanted walks while they had spontaneous sex—well it sucked because Miyuki appreciated his own bed and sanity, thank you very much. He honestly didn't like his best friend gushing over his newfound relationship because if Miyuki had known, if he had foreseen the horror of Ryousuke asking Kuramochi out before renting out this apartment (and he's usually very good at reading situations, noticing subtle changes in his roommate), he would have chosen to not room with the guy, best friend or not. He's practically at the mercy of Ryousuke and Kuramochi's hormones and god did he know what that was like, but he wasn't as fortunate to have someone help him.
Seriously, fuck Kuramochi, figuratively speaking of course, because he's getting laid way too often for Miyuki's taste and he'd really appreciate it if he didn't have to stumble upon them eating each other alive in the living room. If there was one thing Kuramochi did that made Miyuki want to reach over and suffocate him with a pillow as he slept on the futon, more than feel pity for him, it was his awful habit of pulling out surprises and labeling them as favors—Miyuki hated most surprises, especially when they were from his so called best friend (his best friend's evil boyfriend) and Miyuki was quite aware that he wasn't exactly the right person to be complaining about his roommate being an asshole to him because Miyuki could be an asshole on a daily basis if he really wanted to be.
He knew he was guilty of this, but in his defense, he felt like he didn't deserve this treatment regardless. His pride was at stake and so was his sanity. Just because he had lost their last one on one match playing Soul Caliber did not mean that he was at Kuramochi's mercy.
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Apparently it did mean he was at Kuramochi's mercy.
When Kuramochi invited him to dinner, he should have known better; the mischievous smirk that graced his lips should have been a dead giveaway, but Miyuki was far too tired with juggling his baseball coaching life by day and his store shifts by night on the weekends that he could care less to have given it a second thought. Twenty minutes into sitting alone at a restaurant in Chiyoda City— and he wouldn't admit it to his best friend but his taste in restaurant choice wasn't bad at all, everything was moderately priced and the food smelled amazing. Miyuki came to regret not calling him out on his bullshit and not being more aware. It suddenly felt like he was losing his touch because he was far too used to being the one who one upped Kuramochi most of the time and—curse that Kominato Ryousuke.
Miyuki tapped his finger against the table and eventually fiddled with his phone. Kuramochi hadn't answered any of the text messages he sent his way.
Miyuki: I'm here.
Miyuki: Kuramochi-KUN, where are you~
Miyuki: You know the only reason I showed up tonight is because I keep my promises like a gentleman should. So where the hell are you?
Miyuki: I swear if you're off having sex with Ryousuke-san again…
A minute passed and his patience was wearing thin.
Miyuki: Mochi?
Miyuki: You stood me up on our date. I'll have you know that I'm deeply offended.
Miyuki: And here I thought I meant more to you than this.
Two minutes passed.
Miyuki: Kuramochi fucking Youichi.
Miyuki: I will sneak laxatives into your food next time. You'll never know either, seeing as I cook your damn meals.
Miyuki: You better be dead or so help me. I will fill every meal you eat with laxatives and you'll be having the smoothest shits for the rest of your rooming experience with me.
Miyuki: It's been twenty-two minutes and counting.
Miyuki: Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you. It isn't my fault you're an incapable cook. I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind your shit.
Miyuki: Lol, get it?
If Kuramochi intended to have dinner with him, he would have been on time. Kuramochi wasn't really one to be late as of recently, especially after he started dating Ryousuke. The man hated being late to anything and was strictly punctual. Miyuki debated leaving, but Kuramochi did already technically pay for the meal in advance, so there wouldn't be any harm in enjoying something free despite how uncomfortable dining alone would be. He supposed there were perks to Kuramochi having connections with the restaurant owner so Miyuki let out a deep breath and fired off another text message.
Miyuki: Aw come on, it was sort of funny.
He took a sip of water; he continued to tap his fingernails against the table top lightly when his phone hummed against the table as the screen finally lit up.
Mochi: That was terrible. I hope you don't use that as a pick up line.
Mochi: And your date should be there soon.
Miyuki had never texted faster in his life than at that moment because his so called best friend was being ridiculous and he should just leave. Screw the free meal and amazing smelling food. He could probably make himself something just as good, if not better.
Miyuki: WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY DATE?
Miyuki: Wait, you set me up with someone? You better watch your food.
Mochi: No threats til after your date. Thank me later.
Okay, so maybe he's overreacting and maybe he's lost his touch on being able to see the signs of Kuramochi plotting against him but really, he didn't think Kuramochi would set him up on a blind date. Dating was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He was too busy focusing on other people's lives—these people being teenagers who aspired futures in baseball and his never-ending love for the sport, he'd like to give back to it really, but sadly it didn't pay enough and he supposed it was his fault for picking a less prestigious school to coach at, but an extra job didn't hurt him. He was a workaholic at heart.
If he had to deal with Kuramochi and Ryousuke tag teaming him any more this month then he might move out as soon as possible. Miyuki sighed and gave into his current fate.
Miyuki: What do they even look like?
Mochi: Short brown hair. brown eyes. pretty good looking actually.
Mochi: He's around your height too. He's intellectual so you can both nerds together. I think you'll notice him right away. This was a surprise after all.
Miyuki: Sounds pretty generic. Why aren't you giving me more distinctive details?
Miyuki: What's the catch? How am I supposed to notice someone with that generic of a description in a room full of people?
Mochi: He's a catcher too actually. Forgot to mention that. : ) : ) : )
Mochi: hf and just accept the gift I bestowed upon you.
Mochi: Just let yourself be caught for once you asshole.
Miyuki: And you said my pun was bad.
Well, he was actually flattered that Kuramochi was thoughtful enough to set him up with someone who was involved with baseball. Miyuki sat up straighter, his amber eyes darting back and forth throughout the room trying to spot whoever it was that Kuramochi set him up with. He reached for his phone again, ready to complain about how this supposedly good looking stranger was awfully late, and if they got a better description of Miyuki than Miyuki did of them, because really, who didn't have brown hair and brown eyes?
Except the clearing of a throat caught his attention and he immediately looked up to be met with a pair of beautifully soft, apologetic golden eyes staring right back at him.
And, holy shit.
"Ah, sorry I'm late. The kids wanted some extra intrasquad practices and it ran a little longer than I thought it would so I had to rush back home and get ready, so here I am." The guy stuck out his hand and politely bowed. "I'm Sawamura Eijun, nice to meet you!"
And this guy's sunny smile could rival a puppy's. Miyuki's a little infatuated, because—because this guy totally seemed like his type and Miyuki Kazuya didn't really have a type, until now. Sawamura Eijun clearly looked like his type. Brown eyes? He'd correct Kuramochi later that Sawamura's eyes were not as generic as everybody else's and needed to be properly labeled. Sawamura's golden eyes were beautifully expressive. Miyuki could see Sawamura's dimples when he grinned too and cute, was all Miyuki could think.
"Miyuki. Miyuki Kazuya," Miyuki rose from his seat and took the offered hand, seating himself again once Sawamura settled into his seat.
"WHAT?! The Miyuki Kazuya?" Sawamura's bright smile and gasp was enough to make Miyuki falter because Sawamura was giving him a starry eyed look.
Miyuki should not be feeling flustered but it's pretty hard when his date looks genuinely amazed and the only times people were this amazed with him was when he was still playing professionally. "Of course… I'm so stupid! I should have been able to recognize you right away! AH! That sort of pisses me off! Shame on me!"
"I uhm— yes. I'm Miyuki Kazuya. Uh, Sawamura?" he paused as the waiter came around with a pitcher of water and dropped off two menus. "Don't tell me you're a fan." He said it more as a question but meant it as a playful prod because as confident as he was of his skill, he didn't necessarily expect every person he met to be a fan.
Miyuki was also genuinely surprised seeing as he left the pro scene after a good few years. He's 24 and coaching an average team of high schoolers. What could he say aside from liking the thrill of being an underdog? No one really talked about him anymore after leaving the scene so he's genuinely impressed that Sawamura instantly fawned over him. Another thing he's observed: Sawamura has a multitude of volumes to his voice. The guy seemed easily excitable and Miyuki usually didn't associate with people like Sawamura, but Sawamura hasn't annoyed him in the way he thought he would.
Sawamura smiled behind his glass. "Yes. Miyuki Kazuya, Japan's #1 catcher for three years straight until fall of last year. You decided to start a coaching profession at a local high school. There were lots of rumors about your reasons for doing so, but people talk too much so I just ignore the rumors. I enjoyed watching your plays and you're such an amazing catcher. It was so inspiring. It made me wish to have gone pro." Sawamura put his glass back down. "Is the coaching at least worth it?"
This raised some questions like, why did Sawamura not go pro? How good of a pitcher was he? What type of form did he have? Did he have any breaking balls?
But Miyuki answered his question instead. He'd ask at another time, it seemed like a bit of a deep subject.
"It's pretty rewarding assisting people who love the game as much as I do. It's especially rewarding when you help them reach their full potential, when you get to see the fruits of their training and you realize that you did that, you helped them reach their goal one way or another." Miyuki let a fond smile slip and Sawamura swore his heart stopped for a brief moment. That smile could probably blind him if he stared for too long.
While he had heard good things of Miyuki Kazuya, he had also heard that the ex-pro catcher was hard to get to know on a personal level due to him having a difficult personality. He had kept track of Miyuki's progress along with other players he admired. Sawamura wasn't kidding when he declared himself a fan. Kominato Haruichi, his best friend, hadn't informed Sawamura that his date was going to be the Miyuki Kazuya though. He'd make sure to give Haruichi an earful later.
"That's great. It's nice that you're doing something you love, but what's a good looking guy like you doing going on blind dates?" Miyuki's eyes widened and Sawamura's cheeks immediately flared red as he made a cat looking face and—this guy was hilarious. "SORRY ABOUT THAT MIYUKI KAZUYA. I GOT CARRIED AWAY THERE. JUST IGNORE MY COMMENT." Sawamura took a deep breath and exhaled; attempting to calm his nerves, he gave a sheepish smile. "Sometimes my brain can't keep up with my mouth, or at least that's what Harucchi tells me." Sawamura mumbled the last part to himself, but Miyuki still managed to hear him.
Harucchi?
"No, no. Praise me more. That's quite a compliment. Haha!" Miyuki couldn't help the giddiness. "It's fine Sawamura. I'm flattered. I'm glad you find me attractive, but you're not a bad looking guy yourself so you can stop the silly cat face." Miyuki chuckled at Sawamura's embarrassment and earned a playful glare from across the table. "So what about you? Enough about little old me. You said you coached too, so how's about you tell me a bit about that?"
Sawamura's cat face immediately disappeared and the enthusiastic twinkle in his eyes returned. "It's great. All the kids are so motivated and they like it when I join them in practices. It's fun seeing all their different personalities and talents. It's just nice giving back what you learned, you know?"
Yes, Miyuki did know and that's exactly how he felt. "Yeah. I completely agree."
Sawamura went on talking about how his coaching actually took most of his free time away and that he miraculously had some nights to himself, especially on the weekends. One thing that stood out to Miyuki was that Kuramochi hadn't told him about Sawamura being a coach and it made him want to dig a bit deeper.
"So, what position do you play? I know you didn't go pro, but I'm assuming you play whenever you have free time?" Miyuki cocked an eyebrow, taking a sip from his glass. "Because you don't really seem like a catcher, no offense."
Sawamura gave him a perplexed look, "What? A catcher? No, no. I'm a pitcher."
At the back of his mind, Miyuki wondered if maybe Kuramochi gave him the wrong information and he confused Sawamura's position, or maybe he purposefully messed with Miyuki seeing as the guy was on a roll this month.
Miyuki blinked back in similar confusion, but instantly composed himself, "A pitcher? Huh. That actually makes more sense. That position suits you well. Greedy and ambitious, never backing down, headstrong, and you do everything in your power to monopolize the mound. I can see it. You seem like one."
That response provoked something in him. Sawamura wanted to wipe off that smugness. Not that it bothered him, really, but Miyuki Kazuya seemed like a know it all. At least that's the conclusion he came up with.
"That know it all attitude just speaks for itself! Such a catcher." Sawamura returned with the same amount of cheek.
"Why thank you! I do a damn good job at knowing it all, saves a lot of pitchers from overthinking."
And dammit, Sawamura couldn't argue with that cocky response, because Miyuki Kazuya was known for being a baseball genius. So he grit his teeth, huffing in eventual defeat.
"Oh? Can't argue with that?" Miyuki teased with a shit eating grin and Sawamura should be huffing and puffing more, be totally done because know it alls got on his last nerves, but the fact Miyuki Kazuya had wit was such a turn on—Sawamura wanted to smack himself silly.
"Miyuki Kazuya, you're lucky you're good looking! Because I imagine you being insufferable when you get comfortable with someone."
And Miyuki's grin got even wider. Sawamura noticed the obvious amusement. "How'd you know? I mean you're clearly into me, why not be myself? Don't let my charming good looks fool you. I'm quite deceiving. You need to get to know the whole package, Sa-wa-mu-ra~"
Instead of getting more heated, Sawamura laughed wholeheartedly and nodded in agreement while flashing Miyuki a lopsided smile. "I wouldn't mind. I prefer you being honest with me than pretending to be nice."
Relief washed over Miyuki. He actually enjoyed banter like this with someone other than Kuramochi, and he wouldn't have ever predicted meeting someone whose company he'd genuinely enjoy and—oh no, he really liked Sawamura. Miyuki quickly shrugged the thought away.
"Hey! I am a nice person when the situation calls for it, like when I just met you a while ago and we were introducing ourselves, flirting with our eyes, you know, the good stuff. Especially you, your eyes were definitely flirting with mine the entire time."
He heard Sawamura scoff and saw him cover his face with his hand in embarrassment. "Oh my god, Miyuki… I was not flirting with my eyes."
"Well you sure fooled me," Miyuki winked to prove his point and Sawamura just snorted because his date was a total dork.
'With those eyes, I'm sure you could seduce anybody in this room', is what Miyuki wanted to almost blurt out, but he wouldn't be that embarrassing person who had terrible sappy pickup lines—he refused. He had more self-control than that.
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The waiter came around again, a notepad and pen in their hand.
"Ready to order?" They asked.
Sawamura looked to Miyuki and both nodded in unison before Miyuki insisted that Sawamura order first.
"Hm, I haven't even bothered to really check what they have…" Sawamura rubbed at his chin looking quite pensive. Miyuki thought it was sort of adorable. "But I think I'll go with a medium butadon. I've heard so much about it from my friends."
"I'll have the same as him."
They both handed their menus back as the waiter went on his way to hand in their orders.
"I was actually going to order the same thing seeing as my best friend had recommended it to me."
"Great minds think alike then!"
Sawamura really liked this. He could get used to this.
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An hour passed by quickly and the dinner was going well enough that Miyuki was holding back laughter while Sawamura let it flow freely, earning annoyed looks from the other customers trying to enjoy their meals. Honestly, Sawamura's laughter would range from obnoxiously loud cackles to soft giggles, which were such a contradiction but both were music to Miyuki's ears. Miyuki was done for and he'd never live it down.
Sawamura eventually settled down, taking a moment to catch his breath.
"You're different than I expected. I thought it'd be a pain getting to know you even if my best friend tried telling me we'd be good for each other, especially because he told me that you were a catcher."
"Oh? How so?"
Best friend?
"You're not as uptight as I thought you'd be. Harucchi said that you'd be prickly at first and while I only knew small things about you, I was still a little intimidated, but I haven't been out on an actual date for a long time and he and Wakana ganged up on me so I—"
Miyuki's brow furrowed in confusion as he interrupted Sawamura's tangent, "I'm sorry. Harruchi, Wakana? You mentioned this Harucchi person before, but surely you mean Kuramochi?"
Sawamura slightly tilted his head, "Who's Kuramochi?"
"Kuramochi Youichi?"
"Onii-san's boyfriend?"
"Wait, you have a brother?"
"No, he's Harucchi's big brother."
A buzz interrupted them and, "Ah, could you give me one moment?" Miyuki pulled his phone from his pocket, glancing through his text messages while shooting Kuramochi a quick text in the process.
Miyuki: What was my date's name supposed to be?
Mochi: Takigawa Chris. why?
Miyuki: What.
Miyuki: You set me up with the Takigawa Chris Yuu? The professional Japanese American baseball player? The guy I idolized since middle school?
Miyuki: Isn't he in the United States right now?
Mochi: He's visiting fam in Tokyo right now. Is he not with you?
Miyuki: Unless Chris-san is tan, has innocent looking gold eyes, moppy brown hair, and coaches for a living then no, he isn't.
Mochi: wtf. who the fuck are you with then?
Miyuki: Don't care anymore, but thanks anyway Kuramochi-kun!~ I got myself a catch.
Sawamura took the opportunity to check his own phone while Miyuki was occupied; it had been buzzing periodically every ten minutes or so since he arrived.
Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯHarucchi: Eijun-kun, don't bother going to that restaurant. Renji-san got tied up with work.
Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯHarucchi: Eijun-kun are u there?
Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯHarucchi: Are you upset with me because I didn't tell you his name? I wanted it to be a surprise.
Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯHarucchi: I can call him to reschedule if you want.
೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨Wakana: Eijun, would you please answer Haruichi so he can stop feeling guilty for you being stood up? He's starting to mumble to himself and is contemplating on going to pick you up.
Sawamura had no idea who the hell Renji-san was, because Haruichi had told him that he had a date with a very well-known catcher in the pro league that Sawamura kept up to date with a lot, but as soon Sawamura had blurted out Takigawa Chris with sparkly eyes, Haruichi shot down his answer and claimed his date would be wearing glasses along with casual clothing. He labeled his date as the serious type (whatever that meant) and Haruichi swore that this guy would be good for him, but that Renji-san could definitely benefit dating someone like him too and Sawamura begged to differ because Sawamura could be serious too.
Now, Sawamura thought that was such a vague description by Haruichi, and he trusted his best friend and it wasn't like he followed every single catcher in the league but his best friend said he'd know this person. Haruichi assured him he'd just know, because the guy would be at the one table he'd reserved for them—that his date knew exactly what Sawamura looked like. It was at this exact moment that Sawamura knew, he knew that Miyuki Kazuya was not his date and suddenly the previous conversation they had made so much sense because Miyuki had mentioned a Kuramochi and didn't recognize Haruichi's name and that Kuramochi name sounded awfully familiar.
Miyuki set his phone down on the table, a solemn look overtaking his features.
"I think you may have sat at the wrong table." Miyuki showed Sawamura a snippet of the conversation between him and Kuramochi and he let out a soft chuckle.
"Well," Sawamura looked down at his hands that were neatly folded on the table. "I'm actually a little jealous that you were going to have a date with the Takigawa Chris, but I guess even he's too busy to show up." Sawamura flashed Miyuki an apologetic smile. "Between you and me, I'm glad he didn't make it. I got to meet you instead."
Miyuki reached over and gingerly placed a hand over Sawamura's. "Between you and me, I'm glad too. I don't think I've had this much fun with someone, ever. Besides, Kuramochi swore that Chris was too busy even though he claimed the guy was visiting family right now in Tokyo. I bet he just wasn't interested."
Sawamura let out a breath he wasn't aware he had even been holding and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. Miyuki didn't look the least bit disappointed. "His loss and my gain."
Miyuki gave a small grin. "What about you? Where's your date?"
"Uh, apparently he got caught up with work and couldn't make it."
"Why'd you think I was your date? Or did you just use my ex-pro status to fulfill your fan boy needs?"
Sawamura scoffed, "No! Geez Miyuki, I'm not that dishonest!" He stuck his tongue out childishly. "Harucchi told me that the Renji Enjou, was going to be my date apparently, but clearly you're not Renji-san."
It wasn't like Sawamura was mad either because he got Miyuki Kazuya instead and how could Haruichi think he followed Renji? Shame on his best friend.
Miyuki blinked a few times and let out a laugh he had been holding in. "Oh god, Renji? Seriously? Well, he technically is a well-known catcher in the pro league and he has glasses, but they aren't even like mine! Come on! I'm a little offended. We don't look alike at all." Miyuki feigned hurt. "Are my glasses and my position the only things that define me? Your friend wounds me."
Sawamura began laughing along with Miyuki and that's where everything came together in their next topic of discussion. The same Harucchi that Sawamura kept going on about happened to be Ryousuke's younger brother, and Miyuki's best friend Kuramochi was the same guy that was dating Haruichi's older brother, which funny enough, Sawamura remembered seeing Kuramochi once at his and Haruichi's place because apparently Kuramochi's roommate had kicked him out for bringing Ryousuke over way too often.
It was funny how much of a coincidence it was and how neither of them bothered to even be mad about it. If anything, they were thankful.
A few minutes later and they were both interrupted by calls from their best friends asking about their current dates and that's where Kuramochi and Haruichi were filled in. The call with Haruichi only lasted a good two minutes so Sawamura overheard Kuramochi's hyena laughter and a reply of, "Wait, you're dating Bakamura! Oh man! I can't believe it. Actually, no wait, I take it back. Yes, I can believe it. You're both idiots. A match made in heaven. He would just sit at your table and act as your date without even knowing it and you'd totally just accept it."
Sawamura really wanted to protest, but Miyuki soon after told Kuramochi he'd be using the futon with Sawamura after leaving the restaurant so to come home later than usual and that surely shut the guy up, but also made Sawamura turn fifty shades of red because he was certain Miyuki implied something dirtier and okay, sure, Sawamura hasn't had sex since his last relationship. His last relationship was two years ago, so maybe he's long overdue and a bit needy, but Miyuki Kazuya would totally be worth it. Sawamura's definitely jumping to conclusions and he's stopping right now.
"Don't you dare shitty glasses!"
"You're no fun. You and Ryousuke fuck like every other day at our apartment. You can spare me some alone time, Kuramochi-kun."
Sawamura tried not to listen in, he tried, but it's so difficult when Miyuki's moved next to him, almost like that was his true intention, almost like he wanted to fluster Sawamura, or maybe hint at something more and it's driving him a little crazy because he could smell Miyuki's cologne.
And did Miyuki have no shame at all casually talking about sex at a restaurant? Well, Sawamura supposed Miyuki wasn't as loud as he was on the phone.
"Gross. I get you're trying to get back at me but I doubt Sawamura would have sex on the first date. He seems too innocent."
"So self-centered. While I'd love to get back at you, even I'm not that petty." Miyuki was definitely that petty.
Sawamura had heard that last part and Kuramochi was so wrong in that department because he'd had wet dreams about Miyuki Kazuya even before he met him.
Of course he hadn't told anyone. He'd probably take that secret to his grave.
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After the embarrassing phone call from Kuramochi, Sawamura made sure that Haruichi knew where he'd be at. He promised he'd text him if he went somewhere different.
"By the way, if you have room for dessert would you want to go to this one café I'm addicted to? It's called Turret Coffee and they have great sweets too if coffee's not your thing," Miyuki casually mentioned the café because sure, he was craving caffeine, but he also really didn't want the date to end.
"Sure! I've never been," Sawamura responded with that genuine enthusiasm Miyuki's become fond of.
So they left the restaurant and were on their way to their next destination.
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Except they never made it to the Turret Coffee place Miyuki mentioned, which on any other day Miyuki would have called it a shame because that place made excellent coffee and he was sure Sawamura would have loved it.
But Sawamura found the courage to confess to Miyuki by pulling him aside and telling him how much he really liked him and Miyuki's easy reply of "I know. You couldn't keep your eyes off me the whole time. I told you your eyes were flirting with me," had stunned him into silence because Sawamura hadn't taken it as a joke anymore, he clearly saw the glazed want in Miyuki's eyes and Sawamura really wanted.
It wasn't until they got to Miyuki's apartment that he finally responded with, "if you hadn't noticed, I couldn't keep my eyes off you either."
He stalked closer and closer to Sawamura in the darkness of the living room and Sawamura saw smoldering amber staring right at him. It made him shudder. "And you're a pitcher, so I'd say I have myself a great catch."
While that pun was so unnecessary, Sawamura snorted and welcomed Miyuki's advances. Miyuki pushed Sawamura up against the wall and crushed their lips together in a needy rush, hands scrambled to divulge Sawamura of his sweater and he ran his hands along the lean muscled torso beneath.
Sawamura let Miyuki's mouth explore his neck, biting at the sun kissed skin and running his tongue deliciously along the pulse point there. He let out an ungraceful groan when Miyuki's hands palmed his erection through his jeans and he retaliated by grabbing and pulling firmly on Miyuki's hair. The moan Miyuki let out, deep and low in his throat, let Sawamura know he'd found a not-so-secret kink and he would make sure to store away that information for later use.
Sawamura's hands travelled Miyuki's body, touching every inch of heated skin he could get his hands on and loving the way Miyuki shivered under his fingers. Their mouths found their way back to each other, tongues wrestling passionately and heated lips pressing close together. The rest of their clothes immediately disappeared without their lips parting for more than a second. When they were both finally naked, Miyuki pulled back. His eyes raked over Sawamura's body and he let out a long whistle.
"Goddamn," Miyuki said, a feral smirk on his lips.
Sawamura was a work of art in his eyes. Sure, people would praise Miyuki for his own body, but Sawamura Eijun was beautifully sculpted. Surely his years of playing baseball had rewarded him, and Miyuki knew what that was like. Sawamura was not too much muscle, and not too little. He had just the right proportions and in all the right places. Miyuki didn't like excess of anything anyway and he wanted to touch every dip and curve of Sawamura. If he wasn't salivating before, he was now.
Sawamura silently appreciated Miyuki in return because Miyuki was a damn Adonis. He wasn't sure what Miyuki saw in him exactly, but he'd be glad to relish under Miyuki's appreciative gaze.
Sawamura grabbed at Miyuki, reversing their positions and lifting Miyuki up by his thighs and Miyuki was quite impressed because Sawamura's quite deceptive in his strength. He's never wanted to thank Kuramochi more in his life than right at that moment because despite the mix up, if it weren't for Kuramochi even setting him up in the first place, he wouldn't be having this beautiful guy before him ogling him from head to toe with his entranced stare. Miyuki felt like this was what wet dreams were made of, like Sawamura was what wet dreams were made of.
Sawamura's eyes were normally a bright shade of gorgeous gold, innocent and wide in all his enthusiasm and he surely had Miyuki fooled with the innocence behind them because at this moment, they were anything but innocent. They were a hue of clouded gold, smoldering and shining with ill-restrained passion.
Miyuki wrapped his legs around Sawamura's waist and Sawamura let out a growl before kissing him again. Miyuki's hips moved instinctively, rubbing their hardened cocks together splendidly, letting Sawamura know that despite being held up against the wall, he still wanted to participate. And Sawamura was more than okay with that because seeing Miyuki like this was hot.
"Bedroom?" Sawamura breathed out against Miyuki's lips. Miyuki pointed towards an opened doorway.
They never made it to the bedroom, either.
They tumbled rather unceremoniously on the couch, Miyuki landing hard enough on top of Sawamura that he knew he'd be bruised in the morning. Not that he cared.
"Imagine if Kuramochi-san walked in on us?" Sawamura asked suddenly. Miyuki straddled him, rolling his hips wantonly, almost wanting to ignore the question.
"I'm secretly hoping for it seeing as I've walked in on him and Ryousuke-san fucking like animals one too many times this month without either of them warning me ahead of time, so don't worry about it," Miyuki panted.
He leaned over and reached under the couch, finding a condom and a bottle of lube in a small box. Sawamura really wanted to ask why those were there but he sort of got his answer when Miyuki had just told him about Kuramochi and Ryousuke's sex sessions.
Miyuki moved languidly down Sawamura's body until he was between his legs. He hooked his fingers around Sawamura's ankles and spread his legs wider on either side of his body. Sawamura felt exposed and helpless, really, to whatever Miyuki was about to do, but he found he didn't mind a single bit because he so wanted this. Sawamura wanted this and he couldn't find it in himself to even question the speed at which this escalated.
Miyuki kissed the inside of Sawamura's thigh lightly while he slicked his fingers, and then the cold, slick feeling of lube covered fingers moving against his entrance had Sawamura throwing his head back against the pillow.
"You've got a great ass," Miyuki said conversationally. "I'd take you from behind if I wasn't looking forward to watching your face as I fuck into you."
Sawamura whimpered, from both his words and his fingers, which still weren't really doing anything. They were just there, soft, teasing, not pushing in because Miyuki Kazuya was a fucking tease. And then Miyuki bit down hard on the inside of his thigh, Sawamura cried out, and Miyuki finally pushed the first finger in.
Miyuki dragged his finger out slowly, letting Sawamura feel every inch of it move inside him. When he pushed back in, Miyuki's eyes flicked from Sawamura's face down to where he was fingering him, like he couldn't decide which one he enjoyed watching more and it was so lewd but Sawamura couldn't function enough to be cheeky about it. Finally, he seemed to decide, and he held Sawamura's gaze for a long moment before roughly adding a second finger.
Sawamura waited for the burning stretch of it but it never came, because Miyuki crooked his fingers just right and Sawamura's hands fisted in the cushion as Miyuki brushed against that spot inside him, the one that sent shivers up his whole body. He wondered, in the back of his mind, if he was ever going to get truly annoyed at the smirk on Miyuki's stupidly handsome face, and figured that no, he probably wouldn't, especially when Miyuki made it clear that he wanted to turn Sawamura in an incoherent mess.
He was going to have bruises on the inside of his legs for days, he knew, because Miyuki seemed to have a fascination with biting and sucking on the skin there. His inner thigh was too sensitive but the slight pain was a helpful distraction from the drag of Miyuki's fingers in and out of him, sometimes impossibly slow and sometimes gloriously fast.
Miyuki didn't get a chance to add a third finger because Sawamura was grabbing his bicep, pulling him up. "I'm good," Sawamura assured him. "I'm good. Just—,"
"Alright," Miyuki nodded, and fumbled for the condom. For the first time that whole night Sawamura felt that maybe Miyuki wasn't as collected and calm as he pretended to be, despite his act of smugness and it was actually endearing.
Miyuki tossed the condom wrapper onto the floor, followed quickly by the bottle of lube after he'd slicked himself up. Sawamura expected him just to get on with it, was willing to beg him too, even, but Miyuki leaned forward and kissed Sawamura first, slow brushes of his tongue inside Sawamura's mouth.
"I'm going to ruin you," Miyuki promised against Sawamura's lips.
"Ah, M-Miyuki…"
Sawamura leaned his head back onto the pillow once more, and Miyuki's teeth dug into his neck as he pushed in. He definitely felt the consequences of his impatience as Miyuki moved into him, felt every inch of him as he went.
Miyuki's usual windswept hair was no longer perfectly styled to one side, and a bead of sweat slid down his temple and jaw. Sawamura hadn't realized, until then, just how much he relished in the way Miyuki's amber eyes burned into his as he looked down at him.
Miyuki let himself fall forward so that his head was tucked into Sawamura's neck. "You okay, Sawamura?" Miyuki asked.
"Move," Sawamura ordered. "Please."
Miyuki chuckled but it was shaky, and the fingers of one hand dug into Sawamura's hips as he pushed himself back up, while the other went to Sawamura's leg, pulling it so that it wrapped around Miyuki's back. Miyuki's eyes were heavily lidded slits when he pulled out slowly, slow enough that Sawamura wanted to whimper but refrained from doing so by biting on his lip, and then he unexpectedly snapped his hips forward.
"Move," Sawamura demanded this time.
"So impatient," Miyuki smirked again as he set up a rhythm. Just like he had with his fingers, Miyuki pushed into Sawamura hungry and quick, only to slow and drag it out moments later. "Moving enough for you?" he asked breathlessly and Sawamura wasn't sure if Miyuki was fucking with him or trying to be considerate.
He didn't trust his voice, so he dug his nails into Miyuki's back in reply. Miyuki's eyes squeezed closed at that and Sawamura realized that he liked it, and then reached up a hand to tangle in Miyuki's hair like he had before they stumbled onto the couch and gave a pull. Miyuki keened, hips stuttering. "Fuck," he groaned.
Sawamura, ridiculously enough, grinned at that, feeling a bit of control come back to him because Miyuki was having way too much fun and he wanted to tease too—at least, until Miyuki's eyes popped open and he grabbed Sawamura's other leg, this time hooking it over his shoulder. The position gave Miyuki momentum, and he really pounded into Sawamura then, letting him know that he'd been holding back before and yes, yes, this was what Sawamura had wanted from the moment they entered the apartment.
Sawamura's mouth was open in a soundless 'o' as Miyuki hit that sweet spot inside of him. His own cock lay flat against his stomach, painfully hard still. He figured it wouldn't take more than a few quick strokes to have him coming between them, but Sawamura couldn't lift a hand to fist himself, not with the way Miyuki was wrecking him, leaving him unable to do anything but lay there and take it and love it and fuck, Miyuki really was going to ruin him.
"You should see yourself Sawamura," Miyuki gasped out, eyes wide. "You're—I need you too," Miyuki seemed just as incapable of forming proper thoughts as Sawamura, but he, thankfully, was able to get a hand around Sawamura's cock. There was no real finesse in the way he jerked Sawamura off, his calloused hand moving to a different rhythm than his thrusts.
Sawamura didn't care because, between Miyuki's hand and his cock, Sawamura was just shy of being perfectly overwhelmed by it all. It wasn't until Miyuki released him just long enough to lick a stripe up his own hand and then curl it around Sawamura's erection again that— "M-Miyuki…" he finally crossed that bridge, the tightening in his stomach loosening as he came over Miyuki's fingers.
Miyuki let Sawamura's leg drop from over his shoulder as Sawamura went blissfully limp and loose from his orgasm, having only enough energy to dig his fingers into Miyuki's waist as he kept going. And then Miyuki slowed and let out a shuddering breath, amber eyes locked on gold as he finished inside him.
Miyuki was slow and careful as he pulled out, and Sawamura could only let his legs fall closed as Miyuki found the strength to instantly turn the couch into a futon and flopped beside him. He secretly wanted to thank Ryousuke for buying them a futon but he also felt it was unnecessary to do so since he's 100% certain Ryousuke bought it for when he and Kuramochi were impatient and incapable of making it to the room.
Sawamura's face was sweaty, but so was Miyuki's, droplets of sweat clinging to his hairline. Sawamura, in that moment, turned to look at Miyuki and came to the same conclusion as before: Miyuki Kazuya was impossibly beautiful.
Miyuki's eyes fluttered closed, but a playful grin presented itself. "You good, Sawamura?" he asked, still not opening his eyes.
"Yeah, better than good," Sawamura admitted. "Should we move to your room or—"
"No, we can afford to stay here for a while longer."
A while longer turned into the rest of the night for them both and if it weren't for Kuramochi opening the door to their apartment and shrieking at finding a butt naked Miyuki Kazuya and Sawamura Eijun sprawled over one another on the futon then Miyuki would have admitted to finally having had the best sleep of his life, but the look of sheer horror on Kuramochi's face was worth it—because while Kuramochi had helped him out, Miyuki was also known for repaying favors and he simply repaid Kuramochi for those past experiences in finding him and his boyfriend in compromising positions.
Oh, Miyuki had plans, big plans.
He also had to admit that seeing Sawamura somehow fall off the futon butt naked (Sawamura's butt was the sweetest of temptations, a realization Miyuki had come to easily accept) and dash over to Kuramochi's room dragging his clothes along with him, while mistaking it for Miyuki's room, was a riot. Really, Sawamura was the best and Miyuki was a little more than just infatuated with him.
End Note: What do you guys think though? Would this be a good number to end at?