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Why can't Sawamura just leave my mind? He ponders, pursing his lips in frustration.
Miyuki Kazuya is bad at feelings..and I mean terribly bad.
So of course, he couldn't understand why that pitcher was constantly on his mind. He's a genius, but he's incredibly stupid on this matter. He plans to rant this all out to Youchi, but he knows that he would burst out laughing and start calling him like an idiot on Sawamura's level.
He sighs.
He's confused about whatever feelings he has towards the southpaw.
Is it love or admiration?
Miyuki can never tell.
As much as how Sawamura greatly expresses his words and actions, he could never tell what he’s truly thinking.
What's something so great about Sawamura that makes him stay on his mind 24/7?
He's never dealt with this before and he doesn't ever want to.
He sighs again, brows furrowed.
"Miyuki Kazuya!" A familiar voice called him. Speaking of that idiot.
Miyuki tries to brush off his thoughts earlier and looks back at the loud pitcher. "..What is it now, Bakamura?"
"Ugh! Don't call me that! Anyway, I want you to catch for me, since you're basically the only one awake by now! " Sawamura stated, his golden eyes brimming with determination.
Miyuki can't help but snicker. How can he still have so much energy this late at night?
"Alright, 10 pitches max."
"What?!" Sawamura groans.
"Miyuki-senpai, if you're gonna be this petty, I'll let young Yui catch for me instead!" He turns his back dramatically, only to hear a burst of laughter as a reply from the catcher. Sawamura's cheeks turned slightly red.
"What now?!"
"You acted like a child just now," Miyuki catches his breath. "And that won't work on me since I am basically the only catcher awake right now, right?" He smiles.
"Ugh. Fine." Sawamura clicks his tongue and stomps aggressively as they both head to the court.
“…”
It was silent.
They were both surprisingly quiet as they walked to the court. None of them uttered a word to each other. It wasn't awkward for the both of them, rather it was simply peaceful.
When they reached the court, Miyuki caught a gust of wind blowing towards Sawamura's face.
His hair sways as his gaze was fixated on his own footsteps. His forehead was slightly shown, and the way he looked was so charming.
He noticed that Sawamura would have been so popular with the ladies if it weren't for his loud mouth and boisterous personality. Not that he wasn’t ever popular to begin with. He notices at least 2 to 3 girls who were into him but of course the idiot Eijun can never catch a clue. Miyuki smiles thinking about it.
He felt warm and soft whenever he thought of the pitcher. What is this feeling? Miyuki still can't seem to comprehend. But it was a nice and unforgettable feeling.
"Oi, Miyuki-senpai! How long are you gonna be in a daze?" Sawamura yelled afar from the mound.
Now how did he manage to get there so quickly..?
Apart from that, he could still see his wide smile from afar. He can tell he's looking forward to pitching on his mitt.
"Excited, aren't you?" Miyuki grins.
"Of course, I am! It's rare for Cap to catch for me this late at night!" Sawamura laughs obnoxiously, swinging his left arm to prepare himself to pitch. Miyuki's grin turned into a soft smile. Even with just the two of them in the court, it makes the catcher feel at ease.
"Alright. Let's do number 11, splitter." Miyuki says as he crouches to position himself on the ground, raising his mitt in the direction where the pitcher will hit.
Sawamura pursed his lips and nodded. Before he could position himself, he took a deep breath in and out. He took a firm grip on the ball, lowered his leg to the ground, and threw the ball flawlessly into Miyuki's mitt. A loud thump was heard from afar.
Nice. They both said in mind together.
"Next..."
Both the pitcher and the catcher continued their practice despite the fact that Sawamura had already thrown more than 10 pitches. Sawamura, himself, hasn't even noticed it yet until he laid down on the ground out of exhaustion.
"H...how many did I throw?" Sawamura puffs as he splashes himself with his water bottle. Miyuki sat down beside him, sweat running down his cheeks. "Just about 20.”
“I think I can still go for a run with my tire—“
“Lay. Down.”
Both were too tired to say anything afterwards so they both stayed silent as they stared at the night sky.
The night was tranquil once more. Only the rustling of trees and the soothing breeze of the wind could be heard, as well as the huffs of the pitcher and catcher.
It wasn't too late for Miyuki to notice how close he was to the sleeping pitcher. "He's even drooling." He mumbles, hearing the soft groans under the pitcher's breath. How could he be so carefree with just around anyone?
Till now, Miyuki may or may not have understood what he was feeling at this very moment. He doesn't want to assume anything wrong with his feelings, but maybe, just maybe, he might be right this time.
Is it love or admiration? Miyuki stares back at the sleeping pitcher.
Would he have been thinking about him every night if it was just admiration?
Would he stare, for who knows how long, at Sawamura's golden eyes whenever he's on the mound if it was just admiration?
Would he have noticed how bright his smile is whenever he's drenched by sunlight if it was just admiration?
Would he always look forward to catching Sawamura's pitches every single day if it was just mere admiration?
If all of this was just mere admiration for the pitcher, would he have wanted this night to end?
He doesn't, and now he's sure of it. The way his heart is beating so loudly right now, and the warm sensation he'd always had whenever he was with Sawamura.
It's no doubt that Miyuki is in love with Sawamura Eijun. Shit.
Miyuki Kazuya has fallen in love with him and he doesn't know what to do.
He's probably unaware that Sawamura is wide awake by now.
"How long are you going to stare at me?" Sawamura asks, confused.
Miyuki tries to find a reasonable excuse. He couldn't possibly say that he's in love with him, right?
"As much as I want to, why?" Nice save, Kazuya. Dammit.
"Ugh. Is teasing me the only way for you to talk to me, Miyuki Kazuya?! I know you want to say something. Spit it out!"
Sawamura demanded. Not having his shit right now. Miyuki sighs. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes. Now tell me before I leave you."
He sighs, steadying his breath."The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Miyuki says, gazing at the pitcher. A small tint of red was left on the catcher's cheeks.
"...Hey, say something."
This was all new to him, and he hadn't realized his feelings for Sawamura until recently. His heart is racing so rapidly that he's worried he said something wrong. Was this the right time to do it? Sawamura seemed to be speechless.
"..Sawamura? Don't tell me you don't know what that means."
"Miyuki…! I do know what it means. It's just really surprising for me to hear that. Especially since it came from you, Miyuki-senpai. I...I..guess...I feel the same way.. Okay, when you first caught for me, I always thought about you and you won't ever leave my mind, which was really annoying since you always pissed me off and I couldn't even focus on myself whenever you try to catch for me. You made me go to Seidou. You were the reason I am in Seidou right now. I know..it sounds kinda crazy..so I think I have liked you more than you do but still...and..and you don't seem the type of person to say it either, so to say something like that, It's shocking, It's confusing me!! I mean, you get what I'm saying right?!? Why is Miyuki Kazuya of all people confessing to me at night time?!?! Like did you even have a good sleep?! Like hello. This is not a dream, Miyuki-senpai. This is for real!!" Sawamura yelled, out of breath. His face was a blushing mess and he looked like he wanted to say some more but decided not to. Miyuki looked surprised for a moment, but started to burst into laughter. He didn't have to worry about anything after all. Sawamura's outburst was already enough for him.
"Ugh you..!!! How heartless, Miyuki! After what you made me say to you!"
"Dropping the formalities now, Sawamura?" Miyuki teases.
"Can't you shut up for once?!?!" Sawamura flustered, raising his right fist to slightly tap on the catcher's chest. He can feel Miyuki's heart throbbing, too much. "You're as nervous as I am..." Sawamura calmed down.
"Of course I am, idiot. Now that I confessed to you, I won't be able to stop thinking about you for the rest of the night. " Miyuki grins sheepishly, his glasses reflecting the face of a red-faced pitcher.
"You suck at this."
"Thanks."
"That wasn't a compliment- Wait wait wait- Hey-!!"
Before Sawamura could finish his sentence, he realized how close he was to Miyuki.
"What....?"
He took a short step back, but was immediately interrupted by a gentle peck on the lips. Sawamura stiffened up. His eyes widen, locking eyes with the catcher. He could feel the warmth of the catcher's breath and his soft lips pressed against his.
The kiss ended too quickly. It wasn't enough for the both of them, but they knew it was getting too late. They do need to get to bed early since they'd have morning practice. Miyuki gave the pitcher a soft smile, gently squeezing his hand.
"Good night then, Eijun."
"Night, Kazuya.."
The night was tranquil once more. Only the rustling of trees and the soothing breeze of the wind could be heard, as well as the loud heartbeats of the two. It was peaceful on the way back to the dorms, yet they couldn't stop thinking about each other. Their yesterdays became one another.