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"So you're going to let me go, just like that?" You tried to blink back tears.
"Honey, it's not that easy." Your mother said on the phone, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "We even went through hell to find those pink-haired trouble kids you used to play with."
"Why am I being sent out anyway?" You knew there's nothing left to do. The train's already halfway through the trip. It had always been your dream to visit Tokyo, but you never thought for a second that you would be moving in the summer, borderline fall.
She tsked and damn, she sounded really irritated. "So you can be selfish for once."
You hung up.
It was infuriating how your parents didn't even bother asking you whether or not you even wanted to go there. There was nothing you can do and say that would let them change their minds.
But what did 'so you can be selfish for once' even mean?
Maybe you had done nothing but think of others the whole time you were in Kanagawa, but it made you feel good. Well, most of the time.
Your phone beeped. Your mother sent you a message saying you'd be meeting with the son of who you're staying with. Apparently, they had a practice match with the school you're going to attend soon. Soon meaning the day after. Not like you needed to meet someone new. Your old friends were enough. They're coming along too. Your trusty notebooks and pens.
Man, that sounded so lame, you almost slapped yourself.
You adjusted the duffle bag on your shoulder as your stop was coming up. It wasn't that hard to find a taxi to take you to the so called Seido. You began researching about the school back when Ryosuke needed help choosing a high-school. You gave him the choice of Seido or Inashiro after looking through the players and their games. What you couldn't do was tell him that those were the two schools that would push him to his limit. He was good, but he wouldn't make it in those schools. Not in his first year, at least.
Ultimately, you didn't have the heart to tell him Haruichi was better than him when he was at that age. Haruichi would be on his level by this time, the younger being a first year and the other being a third year.
You were told to visit Seido first before figuring out where you're staying at. The son of your parents' friends would be picking you up there.
Not that it mattered.
You had the address anyway.
The prestigious baseball team didn't disappoint you. Their facilities were top notch, even in person. The fields were spacious and what kind of school even had a different field for the first and second stringers?
You noticed a lady standing and watching the field. Her aura gave off the sophisticated and clever feel that a few of your favorite educators gave off. You recognized her well enough from the stories the Kominato siblings told you.
"Rei-san." You approached her.
She seemed to be taken aback. "Rei-san?"
You shook your head apologetically. "Oh wait, I'm sorry. That was the only name Haru-chan and Ryo-chan called you."
She blinked. "No, no. It's fine." Haru-chan? Ryo-chan?
You breathed. "I actually had notes about the team. Can you look at them and see if they're useful?" You handed her your blue leather notebook.
Oh wait.
Shit.
She looks at every page with analytical eyes like she's taking in every bit of data. She flipped through leaf after leaf.
"They're all accurate." Rei commented, her eyes not leaving the last page. "Although, you'd have to check with the coach on this page."
You barely managed a smiled. "Oh, no need. I had Ryo-chan and Haru-chan check that for me."
Whoops.
Secret's out.
"Is there a way I can gather more data? I'd like to help the team out too and I guess this is the only way I can."
Her eyes glinted with curiosity. "How do you know you can help the team?"
You cocked your head, resisiting the urge to smirk. "I helped Haru-chan build up his body to catch up with Ryo-chan."
Apparently, it was a simple task to apply for a managerial role. All you had to do was prove your worth. The hard part was sticking to the job. You were brought to the room with the others where they were discussing the upcoming practice match with Yakushi.
The red-head was the one to introduce the other managers. "I'm Yoshikawa Haruno, first year. These two are Umemoto Sachiko-senpai and Natsukawa Yui-senpai, in their second year."
You bowed and introduced yourself. "I'm also in second year, starting tomorrow."
Yui studied you. "Why'd you move now? There's still next year, right?"
"I'm in the dark myself." You sighed. "Kiharu-san," you caught yourself, "I mean, my mother never told me the reason too." You decided to avert their attention before they got invested in the topic. "Anyway, why are they playing Yakushi? Aren't they in the same league?"
Haruno nodded. "They're most likely facing each other in the fall. Is this really alright?" She sounded worried. Despite her high voice, she was endearing at least.
"It's alright." Sachiko reassured her. "Both teams wanted to play. And at this point, the coach wants the result of their training, not the game."
She calmed down, just the slightest.
All in all, the managers seemed to be nice. Well, nicer than the ones from your old school.
"Kiharu-san," Yui called.
"You can drop the '-san'." You smiled.
She nodded. "Why'd you want to be a manager?"
"Oh." You scratched the back of your neck. "I figured I'd put all my knowledge in physical training to good use. Apparently, baseball players are my expertise, like Haru-chan said."
"Haru-chan?"
You nodded. "Kominato Haruichi-kun. Also Ryosuke-kun. We all followed my training regimen when we were kids. But I could never keep up with them after grade school."
Haruno and Sachiko were watching you at this point. "Oh?"; "That's so cool."; "How do you even do that?"
You laughed nervously, thinking you should never have said that.
You praised the gods of timing when Rei asked you if you wanted to watch from the dug-out where you could meet the team as well.
"But it's mid-game." It was common knowledge that no one except officials and doctors were allowed in the dugout after the game had started.
"It's just a practice game." She was pressing you. "And you can fix whatever mistakes you've made in your data."
You thought about it and shrugged. "I guess it's alright."
The walk near the field was hot. You managed to recognize a handful of the Yakushi players. Ah, and there was your favorite, the first baseman when Mishima was playing.
One of the few people who actually looked good while playing, the ace of Yakushi, Sanada Shunpei.
Sanada Shunpei: the ace of Yakushi. He used to wear the number eighteen but he was considered the real ace. The baseball team's centered around him as the ace and five-hole. He's one of the most batters aside from Todoroki Raichi. He's a candidate to be the new captain but considering their coach, it's still just a fifty-fifty chance.
You mentally congratulated yourself for the basic data you gathered. Working in your old school's newspaper's sports section allowed you to analyze more teams.
Why baseball players aimed to go back to the side was a mystery to you. The first thing that hit you was the stench.
The dugout smelled of leather and boys. It wasn't the expensive bags type of leather, neither was it that cute boy cologne scent. It was more like the wild west, minus the manure and smoke. It attacked your nose and gave you no room to breathe.
The players were mostly getting ready for their turn or helping out the ones who were. You recognized a few of them from the pictures you were sent. Everyone looked different when they were posing for pictures and when they were watching pitchers.
"Miyuki-kun." Rei called the batter coming back from the field. If it wasn't for the echo, it would have drowned out with the screeches from the outside. Seriously, the girls were screaming 'Miyuki-kun' to no end!
You could see why.
"This is Miyuki Kazuya, the captain." Rei motioned to him. "Although, you probably know more about him than I do."
You smiled. "A pleasure to meet you." You introduced yourself and held out a hand for him to shake.
He shook it.
You weren't surprised by his callous hand. It was almost second nature to your hand to feel hard palms, considering you've held hands with Ryosuke and Haruichi enough.
"The pleasure's mine." He let go of his hand
Giving him no chance to continue, you give him one look up and down his whole body. "You should bend your knees more when you're just about to hit." You told him, almost robotically. "The extra power would help it get longer and I doubt you lack strength in your legs." You handed him your notes. "In case you want to start acting like a responsible captain who knows your teammates well enough."
Like Rei did, Miyuki skimmed through the leaves.
"Miyuki-kun, I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
He sweatdropped. "I didn't need to know them this much..." He trailed off.
You caught a glimpse of pink hair under the typical dark blue helmet. "Haru-chan!"
He greeted you with as much cheerfulness as you had, giving you an embrace that smelled more like sweat than his favorite detergent. "Ah, Miyuki-senpai, stay away from her."
"Huh? Why?" Miyuki raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"She's attracted to men with glasses."
"Not to everyone!" You glared playfully. It's not all the time, Haru-chan. I already don't like him from Ryo-chan's stories. "Don't get cocky, Miyuki Kazuya."
"It's pretty lengthy, isn't it." He smirked.
It wasn't all that long, but he wasn't wrong too. "Ah, look, you're needed by Furuya-kun." You pushed him, trying to swallow the embarrassment. "Go on and play. I have data to fix."
He breathed out an evil laugh. "That's a bit too early isn't it."
You groaned. "Ugh, I give up." You ended up lowering your hands and introducing yourself to the coach, completely ignoring the catcher.
"Coach, this is Kiharu, my neighbor from back home." Haruichi introduced you.
The coach was scary. But he looked like the typical dad who cared about his kids more than anything. He also looked quite good for his age.
"It's a pleasure to be working with you." You bowed.
He nodded. "Watch the rest of the game from here." You smiled slightly. "Kominato, do you have an extra uniform?"
Haruichi shook his head. "Sorry, sir."
"Miyuki, lend her your jersey." The coach ordered without turning his head from the game. He continued watching like he was preparing his children for when they go away.
As you turned to look at Miyuki, he threw a ball of white cloth at you.
You stuck your tongue out. "You're just jealous Sawamura's longer than you!" You slip on his white uniform. It smelled like cinnamon and man perfume. You made a mental note to ask him about the cinnamon scent.
You looked up to see all eyes turned to you. Besides Coach Kataoka who was so invested in the game.
"Manager," the assistant coach coughed to call your attention, "would you please elaborate on that?"
You blinked. "You didn't know?" You grabbed the notebook from Miyuki's grasp, pretending to read the last page. Not that you needed it. You memorized the order it was in. You wrote it anyway. "Sawamura Eijun is number three on the list. Miyuki Kazuya is number..." Your eyes trailed down to the bottom, "number nine with an inch of a difference."
"But isn't Miyuki taller than Sawamura?" The player you recognized as Kuramochi raised his eyebrows.
"I wasn't talking about their heights."
"What is it then?"
You hmed and motioned to Miyuki's crotch. Too bad you miscalculated and your hand hit it.
"Oi!" He was blushing.
You laughed, wiping your hand on his shirt. "Sorry."
"Look what you've done to my players!"
You turned your head. They were trying their best not to laugh, while some were embarrassed like hell. "Don't worry, that's all I'm saying."
Realizing it wasn't your best idea, you bowed a perfect ninety-degrees to the rest of the players. "Please take care of me. I'm excited to be working with you."
"Kihara, you can sit down now." Miyuki dragged you to the manager's seat. "Try your best to just do your job at the moment."
You nodded. If you were going to make your adoptive parents proud, you'd do your job right in everything you did.
Yes, you're adopted. It was never a secret nor was it advertised. It went a little like 'the grass is green, the sky is blue, you're adopted.' It never bothered you much. They were much nicer than the orphanage ladies and you're thankful for that with all your heart. Although, the orphanage had better food.
Sanada Shunpei's pitching was beautiful and aggressive. His pitching face, however, was not. You almost laughed too loudly when you witnessed him pitching from the nearest possible distance from the diamond. His usually cheerful face was gone and replaced by a scrunched up angry raisin.
"You idiot." Miyuki flicked your forehead. "Don't admire the opponent."
You glared and rubbed the area. Damn, that hurt. "Piss off. It's my job to watch them, Bakazuya."
He feigned a look of hurt. "Bakazuya?"
"Bakayuki didn't sound as well as that." You shrugged.
"Oi! that's not the way to treat your captain."
"Oh don't worry." You sighed. "I'm officially the manager once classes start again. Which isn't happening until tomorrow."
"You better do your job right, manager." He scolded.
As if you could do a sloppy job without Ryosuke giving you hell on earth.
Sawamura was up. He was almost as energetic as he was in the matches you've watched. But something was wrong with the way he walked. His whole aura was different.
He just stood there, all tensed up, even while the fielders tried to calm him down.
Your heart almost broke when you didn't hear the usual "balls will come flying your way, so fielders, thank you in advance!" As you studied the fielders, they seemed as shocked as you were.
Will he be alright?
No, he wasn't fine at all.
He was smiling, but you knew it was forced. You knew Miyuki noticed this too but he was just trying to push it away. You figured Sawamura would be like this, but you didn't know it would be this bad.
He had the yips.
And the assistant coach's smug expression wasn't doing you any favors.
Sawamura returned to the dugout, his face all damp. Not from the sweat, but from the tears that came from heartbreak. You wanted to help. You wanted to do something about it. But you had no right to.
You weren't friends, but you were determined to make that change.
He was facing down, a towel draped on the back of his head. His hands were clenched so tight together, they were almost white, shaking just so slightly. The moist floor had more drips and drops of failure and disappointment. His legs seemed to be stronger than they were before, and his core muscles weren't bad. You had a hunch on what went wrong with his arm, but you stopped yourself from speaking out.
As much as you wanted to help, he had his teammates who knew exactly how to deal with him. You didn't want to overstep your boundaries.
It was Yakushi's twentieth consecutive win.
They would be taking that momentum from winning against countless schools to the fall tournament. You doubted they would lose easily. They were good, but they were riding on momentum that carried them to unreachable heights.
"What a troublesome team." You grabbed your stuff and walked out the dugout, whispering to yourself. "This is going to be hell."
The night was even busier. Rei warned you about it and told you to leave your stuff in her office first. You were instructed by Sachiko, who was apparently the main manager, to help out in putting in three mountains of rice in each player's plate. You were even given a cute red apron and a bandanna to tie your hair back with. It was your first time to watch the Seido players up close. They were even wearing normal clothes, making it easier to see their bodies' stats. They weren't bad and they were almost perfectly in shape, considering only a handful were playing in games.
"Ah, Miyuki," you called.
"Yeah?" The catcher stopped before turning completely, looking at you straight in the eyes.
"I'll return your uniform tomorrow." You scrunched up your nose and looked away from him. Those golden eyes were so unfair. "Let me wash it first."
He blinked. "Sure, but I can wash it."
"I don't want anyone touching my sweat." You shook your head. "It's fine, really. And thank you for lending it to me."
He smiled and walked away to eat with the rest of the team.
It should be against the rules to be good-looking and annoying as hell.
"You can rest now, Kiharu-senpai." Haruno touched your shoulder. "It's my shift."
You grinned. "Thank you, Haruno." You left the apron and bandanna in the cabinet. Considering they were practicing long after sundown, you didn't realize you left your phone in Rei's office for three hours. You rushed over to get your bag. You were almost on the stairs' first step when you heard someone call your name.
"Oh, it is you." Ryosuke gave a dark smile.
"Ryo-chan!" You hugged your old friend. "It's been a while. Wait, I thought you're retired. Why are you in the dorms?"
"Still as rude as ever, you brat." He cursed. "Who the fuck did you learn that from?"
"Ryo-chan, I learned from you." You guessed the smug smile on your face annoyed him to the point of flicking your forehead. "Ow!" You pouted. "Why is everyone doing that to me today?"
"Who else flicked your forehead?"
Oh no. There goes the overprotective brother mode.
"Miyuki." You rolled your eyes. "I just had to tease him for his dick size."
"Idiot." He chopped your head. "Also, just because I'm retired, doesn't mean I can't stay in the dorms, you know?"
"I know, I was just teasing." You laughed. You took the time to catch up on the few months he was busy with the league. You listened wholeheartedly, not missing a single detail. You would be working with his stories' characters in a short while, after all.
It was nice to be reunited with your old friend, even if it was for a little. He claimed he needed to study for exams and dropped you off in Rei's office where you gathered your things and made your way to the nearest vending machine. There was a bench close by too. You sat and drank your sports drink, reorganizing your notes on the baseball players. You just remembered it was like a tradition for the players to be swinging their bats somewhere even this late at night.
The grunts and groaning came from a nearby gym. Inside were most of the baseball team's first and second stringers who were swinging their bats like you read about. Sweat flew around everywhere, yet considering it was a bigger space, the stench wasn't as bad as the dugout's.
"Ah, manager, why are you still here?" Kuramochi asked.
"I lost track of time." You admitted. "And I wanted to see this sight in person. This is amazing."
He raised an eyebrow. "Only you would find sweaty boys amazing."
A smug laugh attacked your left ear. "What are you talking about, Kuramochi?" Miyuki smirked. "I'm the only one amazing here."
"You bastard, we all know you're handsome! You don't have to know it yourself." Kuramochi snapped.
Miyuki snickered. "Ah, I'm finishing early today." He stretched his arms.
"That's not how a captain's supposed to act." You frowned. "And turn around." He did and you pulled his arm back, stretching it the proper way.
"Wow, this feels good." He moaned. "Do it harder, Kiharu!"
You wanted to slap the satisfied look on his face when the nearby batters looked at your direction. "You know what? I'll help you stretch for real." You pushed him down so he sat on the floor with his legs spread out. You placed a leg on his back and started pushing, trying to ignore the glances.
"Okay, that hurt but it felt good." He sighed.
"Make up your mind, Miyuki." You spat.
He laughed. "Okay, I'm done." He stood up. "I'll walk you home. Just let me get changed."
"Why?"
"I smell awful." He answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Not that!"
"It's late, in case you haven't noticed. What kind of captain am I if I can't ensure the safety of my managers."
You rolled your eyes. "If you say so."
You followed him until outside his dorm. The building was silent, but maybe because everyone were still swinging their bats like you've seen.
"Wait outside." Miyuki told you. "I'll just be a minute."
You started counting.
One, two, three...
The door swung open.
"You liar, it took you twenty seconds." You accused him.
"Shut up, you."
You laughed and started walking out of the dorm. Miyuki made no effort to start a conversation and you found no reason to. He was pretty tired, after all. You were honestly just thankful he offered to walk you home, even though you didn't come off in the best of terms. The phone in your pocket started beeping. You received a message from an unknown number telling you their mother told them to pick you up in the nearest convenience store to Seido.
"I'll buy you a drink" You told him as you pushed in a reply.
"Why?"
"As thanks for walking with me even though I'm perfectly capable of finding my own way."
He stopped in his tracks. "What do you mean by finding your own way?"
"It's my first day in Tokyo." You shouldered your bag and motioned for him to keep walking. "I haven't really found out the way to my new home. Or why Kiharu-san told me to move here anyway." Light illuminated Miyuki's face. "Oh look, we're here." You pushed the door open and sat on one of the available seats.
"Kiharu-san?" Miyuki cocked his head to the side.
"Get anything you want." You waved you hand. He looked through the refrigerator next to your table. "Kiharu-san, my adoptive mother."
"Why do you call her by her family name?" He pulled out a clear sports drink.
You shrugged and handed him some money. "It's always worked that way for us. It was either I called her Mai or Kiharu-san."
"Oh." He'd finished paying and was sitting across you. "Is it tough?"
You shook your head. "Not at all. It's amazing to be with two moms even if they aren't married. I get to be spoiled even more."
He furrowed his eyebrows like he was seeing through your words. Keep moving, Miyuki Kazuya, there's nothing to see here. "Just don't forget you're not going to be spoiled when you're in Seido."
"I knew that already. I figured that out when I applied for a managerial song in my old school."
It was refreshing. Miyuki's warm, slightly teasing, face that twitched with every expression. The atmosphere was easy. But also strained. You knew he was just being nice to you since you were of the female species. You knew he was nice to all his fangirls. But a little part of you was happy that you were communicating with the one baseball player your old classmates were crazy about.
"Hey, why are you nice to me?" You blurted out.
"You're my new teammate, apparently." He answered at once. "And, Ryo-san told me to."
"Oh."
You didn't mean to sound dejected. You didn't mean to look disappointed. But you did anyway. And if Miyuki noticed, he said nothing about it. Of course, anyone would be nice to you if Ryosuke told them to. Everyone did what Ryosuke ordered.
"Huh?" Miyuki leaned to look behind you. "Is that Sanada?"
You turned your head, and sure enough, Sanada Shunpei was in the store, holding hands with...
"Nee-san!"
The child Sanada was holding let go and ran to embrace you. You wrapped your arms around his small body like you never wanted to let go again. A tear started falling. Another followed until you were a sobbing mess. The child in your arms kept saying your name. The soft alto of his voice resonated in your heart like the tune you listened to ever since you were younger. You didn't want to let go, not again. Not after you were separated for three years.
"Ah, Kou, there you are." Sanada's voice brought you back to reality. "Don't let go like that."
You laughed nervously for your brother. "So my favorite pitcher is my brother's brother." You hiccuped. "Why is this working out too perfectly?"
"Shun-nii, Nee-san is here again!" He ran over to the pitcher and hugged his leg.
Sanada laughed at his little brother. He looked over behind you and his eyes widened. "Huh, Miyuki? Why are you here? Are you on a date with my new roommate?"
"No we're not." Miyuki replied. "I was just told to bring her home." He stood up and turned to you. "I suppose you're living with him." You nodded. "I'll leave now." He started walking out of the store with his drink, his usual expression not leaving him.
"Wait, Miyuki!" You grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. "Thank you, really, but next time, don't do anything because you're just told to. I know you only walked me home because of Ryo-chan and I'm really thankful, but next time please, just spend time with me if you want to."
He turned and smirked. "Don't worry about it, dick-chan." He ruffled your hair. "It would be out of character of me to let a girl walk alone in the streets of Tokyo this late at night."
Dick-chan?
"Sorry to interrupt your flirt-fest but Kou here is getting real annoying about wanting to go home." Sanada said from the counter.
You laughed. "Take care, Bakazuya."
He waved his hand, not turning back.
"Come on, Kiharu." Sanada placed an arm around your shoulder. "Your favorite pitcher is taking you home."
You three had to ride a bus on the way to your new home. You had to give up your seat for your little brother who was a minute away from passing out. Sanada kept his arm around you You were glad he gave you support. If it wasn't for him, you'd already be passed out on the floor.
"Kiharu," Sanada called your attention.
You smiled and told him to call you by your given name. "Kiharu is my mom, Sanada."
"Call me Shunpei then." His lips spread out into a smile. "Why Seido?"
You sighed. "It wasn't my idea. It was Kiharu-san's. I just told her I missed Haru-chan and Ryo-chan lots."
"Why are you connected to so many players?"
You blinked. "I'm a manager in Seido, what do you expect?"
Sanada laughed. It was different from Miyuki's laugh that makes you realize he's better than you. Sanada's laugh was heartwarming and welcoming. It made you want to hug him. He seemed like such an older brother. "Does this make you my sister now?"
"Ew." You shuddered. "I had a crush on my brother. Let's go to church right now and wash my brain with holy water."
He laughed again. "You're interesting. If you weren't my sister, I'd ask you out on a date right now."
"Hey, brothers and sisters go out on dates." You protested. "I'd like to go on a date with my handsome brother who's apparently the ace of my team's rival."
One more dirty look from the seniors around you and you would have died of embarrassment. Since the gods of timing and probability were feeling extra nice, your stop came at once. Your new house was nice enough. It looked like your typical townhouse with white walls and red roofs. It was in the modern side of the road which meant larger windows.
Sanada unlocked the door and the smell of a home enclosed you. The scent of cinnamon overpowered the fragrance of coffee and newly washed laundry. It made you think of a certain golden-eyed catcher you were with. Shaking the thought away, you followed Sanada up to the second floor. "Mom's probably asleep by now." He said in a soft voice. "You'll probably meet her tomorrow morning."
You nodded. "Where do I sleep?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "See, there's the problem." You placed an arm on your hip. "Kou's bed is too small for you and the only bed big enough for two people is..." He trailed off, hoping you'd get the message.
"I'm alright with sharing a bed." You shrugged. "I just sleep without a bra, so I'll tell you in advance to not accidentally molest me in your sleep unless you want Ryo-chan up our assess?"
"You mean that pink-haired sadist from your school?"
"Yeah, the one I grew up with." You giggled. "I'll fix my stuff for now."
His room was cute in a very boyish way. Baseball posters covered one of the walls completely. What did you expect? There was a desk littered with schoolbooks and pens on the other side of the room. He wasn't lying when he said his bed was big. It was a freaking king-sized bed.
"Do you even occupy that much space?" You asked. "Your bed is huge!"
"I know." He closed the door. "Now we have no problem with molesting, alright?"
The moment you laid down and closed your eyes, you lost consciousness as well. The warm body next to yours didn't mind how much you moved at first. He was able to get ten minutes of sleep until you punched him again. He shoved you back to your side and put his head on the soft pillow once more.
"Hey, bastard."
He turned almost immediately, afraid he'd woken you up. When he saw you breathing with your mouth open and a limp fist in front of your sleeping face, he almost laughed out loud. You kicked and hit him and he was scared he'd wake up with bruises and sleep-deprived and a certain roommate of his wasn't helping at all. He was able to get five minutes of sleep until you started pounding on his back. You weren't weak with your hands this time. The sound of your fist pounding his echoed through the room. Annoyed, he stood up and replaced himself as a pillow. He was out of places to sleep. He thought of sleeping on the couch, but he was too tired to go down the stairs again.
He wasn't surprised you asked him why you found him sleeping on his desk the next morning.
"I hate you." He grumbled. "I hate you so much."
"I didn't mean to!" You wailed. "It wasn't my fault I dreamed of dogs!"
He rubbed his forehead. "You better make me coffee."
You yawned. "Of course." You completely forgot to tell him of your sleep tendencies. You were really sorry for that night. "You know, Shunpei." You mumbled, stirring his coffee.
"Yeah?" He was buttoning up his uniform. Wow, he looks good.
"Your dick is longer than Miyuki's. Longer than Sawamura's even."
He coughed. "What are you talking about?"
You smiled smugly. "It's one of my special talents."
"Sexually harassing someone in their sleep?"
"Piss off."
Sanada volunteered to bring you to school, but you declined. If your sense of direction was still intact, you knew Yakushi went the opposite way from Seido. "You don't have to go through the trouble."
"Hm, alright." He hummed. "Don't forget this uniform." He folded it beside you. "Who owns this, anyway?"
"Miyuki does." You replied.
"Do you like him?" He shot you a disbelieving glance.
"He's a great catcher, I guess."
"No, I mean, as a person." He handed you your bag from the kitchen table.
You took it and started walking out the house. "He's pretty likable?"
You didn't know you would be choking on your own words when he ended up being in the same class as you. Haruichi was kind enough to lead you to your classroom, but you told him this was the only time you would need to go with someone. Your homeroom teacher told you to take a seat at the back, near the door. You were thankful for that, really. From the teachers' perspectives, it was a spot that wasn't easy to notice. You could sleep all you wanted!
"But, Sensei!" The familiar tenor voice rang in your ears. "Kiharu-san is a new student. Doesn't she need to be in front to catch up with the lessons?"
You bit your lip.
Damn that ikemen catcher.
"Yes, that's true." Your teacher nodded. You would have gladly taken any seat in front of the class. You didn't know if you were thankful or not that you were seated next to Miyuki Kazuya.
You looked over at him, who was staring out the window. "That's unbelievably cliche!" You laughed quietly. "Are you the main character of a shoujou manga, or what? Why are you brooding so much? Why are you even looking out the window? The transfer student's even in your class? So tell me, who's your leading lady?"
He glared at you.
He said nothing.
He stayed silent.
But once the teacher turned their back, he leaned closer, covered your mouth to prevent noise and put you in a choke hold. You started slapping his forearm, but to no avail. Your classmates looked over but pretended they didn't see anything, sweat forming on their foreheads. All you could do was glare and hope you made it to break time alive.
You might be a manager, but you barely managed your first class being a Seido student thanks to a certain megane.