Here are some things you should know before creating your work for me. I strongly am uncomfortable with any topics relating to, non-consensual sex/rape, suicide/ self-harm, and mpreg.
I really do enjoy future misawa and domesticity because they’re so cute. I’m fine with lemons and pwp because bruh they need more pwp imo haha. Here are some ideas that I’d love to see for them:
Happy Holidays , Tara ( @dickgrayson ). I hope you enjoy this mess of a short fic hehe. Have a great holiday season!
This hilarious idea was given to me by my best friend, Brittany so thanks love. Also thanks for being a lovely beta :)
A03
“Tis the season to be jolly, Hunk. Now we need more holly!” Lance sing-songs before lining their dorm room door with those bright red garlands on the edge.
“Got it, Buddy,” Hunk states as he grabs some holly from the huge cardboard box filled with decorations they’ve managed to gather from around town.
“We’re so going to win this battle, Hunk. We got this in the bag,” Lance says with a bright smile as he takes the holy Hunk handed him and pinks it to the corner of the door.
“We so are,” Hunk says enthusiastically as he adds a red bow to the other corner of the door.
Down the hall two doors down there was two boys also decorating their dorm door, more brightly than any other door. “Look at their lame door. Ours is so much better. We’re so going to win,” Keith states smugly as he helps his roommate line their door with another layer of lights.
“Ours is certainly brighter that’s for sure,” Shiro states with a chuckle. He wasn’t much of someone who was really into the Holiday cheer, but he wasn’t going to deny he enjoyed a friendly competition here and there. And with Keith as his teammate he knew there was absolute no chance that they’ll lose. “And we’re definitely going to win.”
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This battle only started a week ago with a simple flyer posted on the dormitory’s bulletin board. It stated, “Win a fancy dinner at Le Chez Lotor for two with a 50$ debit gift card. All you had to do to enter is to spread holiday cheer to everyone, and decorate your dorm door with as much as holiday spirit as you can. You’ll only have till second to the last day before winter vacation. Judges will come by and reward the winner before you leave. Have fun and good luck.”
“Hunk! Check this out. We should totally do this.” Lance says as he pointed out toward the flyer while walking to their next class.
“Oh my god, Le Chez Lotor, I’ve always wanted to try this restaurant but its so expensive. Let’s totally enter and win, Lance! I can’t miss this opportunity!”
“Sweet. We can get look around for decorations after class.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Hunk says as he wraps an arm around his best friend and roommate.
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Down the hall, two boys were walking towards their rooms. “Why is Mr. Coran so enthusiastic about space? I swear I know more about alien species rather than what we’re supposed to be learning in his class,” Shiro states towards his roommate and best friend.
“Huh? Were you talking? Sorry I didn’t hear you,” Keith states as he pulls out his headphones, totally lost in his own world.
Shiro rolls his eyes. “Never mind, dude. Hey, check this out,” he states as he spots another flyer about the dorm door competition posted on the bulletin board near the room. “This sounds like something your boyfriend would do. Maybe we should join in?”
Keith looks over at the flyer and reads it before rolling his eyes. “Nah. Too much effort and Lance would totally be into it. Not me though,” he says before unlocking their door and heading inside.
“Well, it could be fun. We can give it a try. Plus a dinner for two at a fancy restaurant? Maybe he’s trying to win it for you,” Shiro teases.
“Pfft. Doubt it,” Keith scoffs. “Anyways, I got to do homework and study for our final exam.”
“Right. Well, okay then. I’ll see you later then. Meeting Allura for coffee in ten minutes. And Keith, don't study too hard." Shiro drops his bag on the floor and quickly retrieves his jacket from the back of the chair. He gives him roommate a small salute before heading out the door.
"See you, Keith," he calls before the door closes.
“Yeah, yeah. See you, Shiro.”
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After class that day, Lance and Hunk head back to their dorm to drop off their backpacks before they scour the town for decorations. “Hey Hunk. I’m going to check if Keith wants to come with. You go on ahead and we’ll meet you there,” Lance says as he heads toward his boyfriend’s dorm down the hall.
“Alright. I’ll text you my location. See you later, Lance.”Hunk throws his jacket and beanie on in a flourish before he's already out the door.
Lance knocks on his boyfriend’s door. However, before Keith could even answer, Lance walks right in. He knows his boyfriend tends to keep his door unlock when he is studying. And also keeps it unlocked because Shiro tends to keep forgetting his keys and he’s too lazy to let him in himself each and every time. “Hey babe. Whatcha up to?” Lance asks as he sits himself on his boyfriend’s bed.
Keith had his headphones on and was sitting at his desk with a history book open when Lance came in. He looks over when he heard the squeak of his bed when Lance decides to sit on it. “Oh. Hey Lance. Not much. Just studying. What’s up?”
“Did you see the dorm door competition they posted up on the bulletin board?” Lance asks as he plays with a trinket he found on Keith’s bedside table.
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Hunk and I decided to join so we’re about to head out to get some decorations. Was wondering if you wanted to join us?” Lance asks with a smile.
“Figured you guys would join in the lame competition. It’s just a waste of time if you ask me. I much rather spend my time studying to get a good grade on my finals,” Keith states.
“Lame? At least we’re having fun before winter break. And we’ll win for sure.”
“Yeah, sure. Do what you want, Lance. I don’t really care. The holidays never really mattered to me anyways. So you can spread your cheer somewhere else.”
“Fine. I will! Bet you couldn’t even beat us even if you tried since you’re such a Grinch!” Lance huffs in annoyance before marching out of his boyfriend’s room.
It was then Keith grabbed his phone and texted his roommate. “We’re going to kick Lance and Hunk’s ass in this door dorm decoration. Let’s go shopping NOW!”
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A few hours later, Lance’s eyes widen in surprise upon finding decorations on his boyfriend’s door. “What the--? Hunk, did you know they were joining in the competition?”
Hunk was just as surprised as Lance was. He shook his head. “No I did not. I thought you said Keith wasn’t into the holidays? What changed?”
“No clue. Let’s find out.” Lance states before deciding to knock on the door. “Keith, Shiro! You in there?”
After one knock the door opens. “Yes? How can I help you?” Keith asks casually.
“Keith, what the hell? You said you weren’t in the holiday spirit and the competition was lame. Why are there decorations on your door?” Lance asks with a cross of his arms and a stern look.
“Well, I decided it's worth it to beat your asses and win. So sorry guys. We’re definitely going to win.”
“Not with those lame decorations!” Lance retorts.
“We’re only getting started. Just you wait. There is more in store. In fact, Shiro is out getting more stuff right now. So don’t worry because we’re totally going to beat you guys, and win the dinner and the 50$ gift card,” Keith smirks. “Have fun trying, but you’re so going to lose,” he adds smugly before shutting the door on them.
Lance eyes widen in shock. Lance grabs Hunk’s wrist and starts dragging him down the hall. “COME ON. THERE IS NO WAY WE’RE LETTING THEM BEAT US. WE GOTTA WIN. LETS GET MORE DECORATIONS.”
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Days passed, and both doors just get more and more ridiculous with random pieces of decorations. It was like none of them had a theme and just had a random assortment of such on their doors. From everyone else’s perspective their doors were utter chaos.
“You think either of them are going to win this competition?” Allura asks her roommate, Katie, while they were passing by the dorms to get to the common room.
Katie chuckles. “Nah. We got this in the bag. Come on. We got to hurry up--we still have to set up for the Toy Drive,” she says before grabbing Allura’s hand and dragging her towards the common room.
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Finally the day arrived and the judges or the resident advisor of the dorms came to evaluate everyone’s doors. All of the participants stood beside each of their doors while the judges examine each and every door. Once that was done, the judges gathered together and discussed who they thought would be considered the winners of the competition.
At this time, while they wait for the results, all the boys kept making faces and “L” signs to taunt the other team. They were acting just like kindergarteners who were poor sports. Katie and Allura couldn’t help but roll their eyes at this.
When the judges came back they had an envelope which everyone assumed was the prize.
“After further discussion, we’ve decided that the winner of the competition is Allura and Katie. Their door was properly themed, and they were the only ones out of every other group that actually spread the holiday cheer and volunteered for the toy drive. Congratulations to the winners,” they announced before handing the envelope to the girls.
The boys stare in stunned silence before a wave of disappointment overcomes them. Lance sighs before walking with his head down towards the exit. Keith soon followed afterwards. He wasn’t as upset as Lance, but he knew Lance well enough that he needed the comfort.
“Hey, you okay, Lance?” Keith asks. “I know you really did want to win.”
“Well, yeah. I was actually going to ask use the giftcard to get you a gift.”
Keith eyes widen at this before he smiles. “I don’t need a gift. You’re already the greatest gift I could ever get.”
Lance blushes. “That was so che—”
Before Lance could even finish, he was suddenly kissed on the lips by his boyfriend. “What was that for?”
Keith just smirks and points up to which there was mistletoe hanging from the archway they were under.
“I’m sorry I called you a Grinch, Keith.”
“I’m sorry I got too competitive, Lance. You know I love you right?”
“Of course. I love you too.”
Lance then grabs his boyfriend’s face and kisses him passionately.
A/N: I wrote this for @aura-creed since she prompted me to write some rinharu. Anyways this is short and sweet. Enjoy! A03
Water was a blessing, it gave life and meaning to the world (provided it is a natural resource that was required for people to survive). Haru loves water. He never wanted to part with it. He would spend his days endlessly in the water, letting it soak his body and encase itself on him. Haru loves to swim in it, just relax and enjoy as he gracefully glides through it like a dolphin.
Water was a blessing on most days but today Haru thinks it had cursed him. Another loud sneeze shudders out from his body before he curls more into his covers.
“Bless you” Rin states with another sigh from his place on the couch a couple feet away from the sick boy.
“Shut up. This is a curse not a blessing” Haru mutters in annoyance before he sneezes once again.
“It’s not a curse. You’re just a dumbass. Who the hell swims in the rain?”
“me” Haru states bluntly.
“No shit. And look where it got you? On the couch sick and restless.”
Haru gives a huff before averting his eyes. “Whatever.” He didn’t like that Rin was blaming him for getting sick. He loved the water.
Rin sighs. “Haru don’t be like that.”
Haru continues to ignore his boyfriend.
“Fine. Be grouchy and sick for all I care. Don’t come running to me if you want to cuddle or me to take care of you. You got yourself into this you’ll get yourself out.”
Haru’s eyes widen as he turns towards his boyfriend. He didn’t like the sound of that. His lips start to quiver as he looks back at him, his eyes saddened as he starts to frown.
Rin groans. “Don’t give me that look!”
Haru continues to frown. “I love you. Please take care of me, Rin”
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Surrounded by nothing but empty space their world was cold. No. it was freezing. Heat had become something sparse and rare. There was no sun and no source of any of it around them. They had to look for other ways to gather warmth.
Fingers press deeply against his skin. The touch piercing through his veins. A harsh breath escapes his mouth as he closes his eyes, embracing the oncoming wave of euphoria.
“More”
His body trembles as he clings tightly to the body on top of him. A small gasp of pain has his nails dig into skin.
“Please”
His voice pleads desperately before suddenly a rush of quick movements has him panting harshly. He’s surely enjoying the sensation.
“Yes”
A smile of satisfaction appears on his face as he looks up at his partner. The air around them was anything but hot yet both their bodies felt as if they were burning.
Being away from his family and his home really hit Lance the hardest. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being part of Team Voltron, he just felt a part of him was missing, leaving him feeling empty. It pains him just to even remember what life was back on Earth. The emptiness he felt was eating him alive and it was starting to affect not only his life but everyone else’s as well.
Everyone could tell that something was up with him but no one dared try to even figure it out, not wanting to upset him even further. Lance never felt the need to make it known but he never felt so lonely. He knew that this team was all he had right now. Sure, he understood that there shouldn’t be any feeling of loneliness, but his heart never felt so empty. He misses home, he misses his family. Something was obviously missing and he needed it fulfilled desperately. He misses the warmth of feeling loved and cherished. The worse part was that he knew exactly who could fulfill his heart.
Lance might seem like someone who wears their heart on their sleeve with his happy jokes, his casual flirting and his moments of anger during a heated debate but those are all just in the moment. His true heartfelt feelings are the ones he never ever expresses. His worries and feelings of inadequacy will never be said to anyone aloud. He knows the team has much more things to worry about than his stupid feelings.
The thing was how was he supposed to not want to cry and breakdown when this emptiness he felt in his heart felt a lot like longing. He longed for someone to look at him and just smile, to make him smile, to laugh at his jokes, to hold his hand, to hold him. And then there was Keith and everything he longed for to happen he wanted it to be with Keith.
The way Keith carried himself, his confidence, his nature, everything about him Lance couldn’t help but want it all. He longed for him to be his, to have him fill his emptiness in his heart. He just knew that they will never happen.
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Alone in a dark hallway, Lance sat by himself on the ledge of one the ship’s big windows, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He sighs as he just stares outside at space. He kinda understood what he felt now.
‘I’ve been lonely for so long, emptiness is starting to feel a lot like longing.’
The Blue Paladin lets the side of his head lean against the thick glass as he feigns a smile. “Huh. Guess that’s what this is” he mutters to himself. The glass felt rather cold against his skin and he shivers a bit at the chilliness. He pulls the blanket closer to his body and tries to trap the warmth but it didn’t help much. He still felt cold. He still felt empty. He definitely still felt lonely. Lance releases another sad sigh, curling his legs against his chest as he wraps his arms around them and lets his chin rest on his knees. He never felt so small.
Was this supposed to hurt so badly? Was this feeling of wanting to feel loved supposed to kill him slowly? He had no idea.
He knew the rest of the team were all fast asleep, all tired from a long day of training. He really should be resting but he couldn’t. Not when he felt like this. His heart longed to be filled but there was nothing and no one that could fill it. Not at the moment. As the thought ran through his head, sadness overwhelmed him and before he knew it tears were starting to stream down his face.
A creak of a door and suddenly the hallway was filled with light. Lance looks up, his tears glistening against his cheeks. He felt himself feign another smile before he just sighs. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”
A/N: I wrote this because I have yet to see a fic with Miyuki having amnesia it’s always Eijun. Anyways I also decided to make this miyumeisawa because why not. So enjoy! A03 Link. Thanks @chelleinhelle and @kukui for all the help. Couldn’t have made this fic without you guys :)
“Watch out!”
Tires squeal across the pavement before a loud thump hits the floor.
Instantly panic grows through the scene.
“Someone call the ambulance!”
“Someone please help him! He’s not moving!”
“Is he dead?”
“PLEASE HELP HIM!”
“KAZUYA!”
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A young brunette male lay in a hospital bed soundlessly asleep. Eijun sighs at he sits on the chair near the hospital bed. Mei paces back and forth near the window. “When is he going to wake up?” the blonde asks.
“The doctor says he should be waking up soon so calm down, Mei,” Eijun says as he looks over at his pitcher boyfriend.
“How can I calm down, Eijun? Our precious Kazuya was hit by a dam car that was going to hit us if he didn’t push us away,” he states with a harsh glare.
Though the two pitchers were left with few scratches, Kazuya wasn’t that lucky. With his head wrapped in a bandage, his left arm in a cast along with his right leg, his ribs wrapped in bandages as well; he looked utterly helpless and beaten.
It was no wonder the blonde was concerned. Eijun, of course, was concerned as well but he already had shed his tears before the operation and was now trying his best to not overreact before they knew the current condition their boyfriend was in.
The doctor had said he should be waking up soon so now the two were just waiting til Kazuya regains consciousness.
Eijun and Mei waited for nearly an hour and both were rather restless. That is until they heard a rustle of sheets. They both looked over towards the bed to find their precious boyfriend slowly coming to his senses and waking up. The boy’s first reaction was that he couldn’t see a thing. He starts to panic.
“I… I can’t see,” the catcher says hoarsely.
Eijun, who was closest, reaches by the bedside to grab the catcher’s glasses and carefully place them on his face. “There. That’s probably why. Is that better, Kazuya?”
The catcher blinks a bit before he slowly tries to sit up on the bed, he winces at the pain a bit but finally adjusts into a more comfortable upright position (with the help of Eijun adjusting his pillow behind him of course).
“Kazuya? Since when did you start calling me that, Sawamura?” the catcher asks with a raise of his eyebrow.
Eijun looks at him in confusion. “For a while now. Do you not remember?”
“Is something the matter Kazuya? How do you feel?” Mei asks as he walks closer towards the bed and grabs his right hand.
The catcher pulls his hand back and looks at the blonde in confusion. “What are you doing, Mei?”
The blonde was rather confused and hurt. “What do you mean? I can’t hold your hand?”
“Why do you want to hold my hand? We are not even that close? Or even friends right?”
Mei’s eyes widen in surprise before he looks over at his other boyfriend who turned out to be just as surprised as he was. Mei pulls his hand back dejectedly.
Kazuya looks at them both in confusion.
“What are you talking about? You’re joking right, Kazuya? He’s your boyfriend and so is I,” Eijun states.
Kazuya looks at the two pitchers in utter shock and disbelief. “Wait what?”
“Do you not remember that we’re all in a polyamorous relationship together?” Mei asks.
“Clearly I don’t know what you’re talking about. Does my face look like one who seems to know what you’re talking about?!” Kazuya states rather rudely. He then turns towards the brunette pitcher. “He’s joking right, Sawamura?”
Eijun understood that Kazuya was on first name basis with Mei way before he was with him but still it stung. Mei was just as upset at the catcher not remembering their relationship. It was like the past few months they had together was all gone from the catcher’s memory and it hurt them both.
“It’s true, Kaz-Miyuki” Eijun states, correcting himself to try and not further confuse the catcher.
“This is bullshit!” Mei says in annoyance. “We are your boyfriends and you just have to accept it dammit!”
Eijun, who was on the verge of tears, grabs Kazuya’s hand. “You can’t forget us. We were all in love with each other and we were all inseparable. Our love is something you can’t just forget because of an accident”.
“An accident? I mean I can figure that out considering my current state but..what happened?” Kazuya asks.
Mei’s breath hitches. He didn’t expect to have to explain what happened so soon. He looks over at Eijun who just gives him the “go ahead” look before he looks back at the catcher. “Y-you well saved us. We were crossing the street and a stupid drunk driver was approaching us. You pushed us out of the way while taking the impact yourself”.
Kazuya’s mouth drops a bit before he closes it and tries to grasp what was happening and had happened. It didn’t make sense. How could he in a polyamorous relationship with Eijun and Mei of all people? Eijun was only ever thought as a kouhai and Mei ...well he’s been a constant annoyance since he met him. He couldn’t understand how this happened. To him, it seemed to be some prank of some sort.
“You guys are just pulling my leg right? You guys can’t be serious”, Kazuya asks.
The pitchers share a look with each other before the blonde sighs and approach the other pitcher. “It’s like this. We like each other” he says as he wraps an arm around Eijun’s shoulder. “And we also like you” he states with a smile.
Clearly, the catcher still didn’t believe the pitchers as he looked at them incredulously. “You guys are lying. There is no way that can be true”.
“But it is true,” Eijun says with a pout.
“Yeah right then prove it” Kazuya states.
“Alright, we will,” Mei says before turning Eijun to face him, grabbing his face and smashing his lips against his in a fierce kiss.
Eijun was rather surprised but eagerly responded to the kiss within seconds.
Kazuya’s eyes widen in complete shock, totally not expecting them to kiss. “Well then. I guess I can get used to seeing that” he says with a light chuckle.
Mei pulls away from Eijun and smiles sweetly at him before looking back at Kazuya. “Now who do you want to kiss first?” he asks with a smirk.
Kazuya felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment “Uhm what?”
“Obviously to prove we like you we gotta kiss you. right? So who do you want to kiss first?” Mei explains as he turns more to face him and crosses his arms across his chest.
Eijun couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the catcher’s expression. “Yeah, Miyuki-senpai. We gotta kiss you to prove that we like you” he agrees.
“Uhm.. rock paper scissors,” Kazuya suggests.
The pitchers then face each other to do just that. Eijun draws out rock and Mei draws out paper making him the winner.
“Guess. I’m first” Mei says happily before walking closer to the hospital bed.
“I don’t know about this, guys,” Kazuya’s voice trembles a bit.
“Shut up,” Mei says before grabbing the catcher’s face and smashing their lips together.
Kazuya lets out a small gasp, his eyes open wide in surprise. However, seconds later he starts to melt and his eyes close as he relishes in the warmth of the kiss. It was then his mind filled with flashes of memories and he slowly recalled the feelings he had before the accident. Mei’s lips felt warm against his and he remembered how he would gasp every time he tried to push his tongue through.
Mei was a bit surprised at the action and his eyes widen in shock. He quickly pulls away and looks at him in astonishment. “K-kazuya?”
“I knew you liked that,” Kazuya says with a sweet smile.
Mei wraps his arms around the catcher’s chest as he burrowed his head against his chest. “You remember!”
“Only bits and pieces now but yeah”
Eijun quickly makes his way towards them sliding onto the other side of Kazuya.
“No fair. I want a kiss too. Maybe he’ll remember more if I kiss him,” he jabbered with a chuckle.
“Good idea,” Mei agrees as he backs away from the catcher’s chest so Eijun could get more access.
Kazuya was rather intrigued. This was basically the first time he’s ever kissed Eijun from what he recalls at least so he wonders how it will be. He knows he is starting to remember certain things but still everything isn’t really all too clear. When approaches him he sits more up and smiles at him.
Eijun had to say he was rather nervous but also excited. He wanted to help Kazuya’s memories. He hopes that this will work considering it seemed to have worked with Mei. Eyeing his blonde boyfriend, Eijun gets closer to Kazuya.
It didn’t take long for their lips to finally meet. Unlike the warmth of Mei’s lips, Eijun’s lips were cold but it still brought a spark in Kazuya. It was making his heart race once again and he wanted more of it. Eijun eagerly pulls the catcher deeper into the kiss. Their lips connecting fiercely together gave Kazuya another rush of flashbacks into his mind. The brunette’s golden eyes looking at him during an intense inning in a game, the blonde pitcher’s laughter and wide smile making his heart swell a thousand times. It was finally coming back to him on how much these two boys had meant to him.
Pulling away from the kiss, Kazuya takes a breath. “Wow”.
Eijun blushes a bit. “Do you..remember ‘us’ now?”
Kazuya smiles as he gestures for Mei to come closer with his good hand. “Thank you,” he says sweetly. “I mean it. My memory is not all there completely but I remember how much you two mean to me and I know you both mean a lot to me.”
“Of course we’d do anything for you, Kazuya”, Eijun states happily.
“We love you, idiot”, Mei adds with a chuckle.
“I know. I remember. I love you guys too”, Kazuya speaks as he pulls his boyfriends closer to him for a loving hug.
In the end of the day, Kazuya had to get more rest and take his medicine so the boys had to leave but both left rather happy to know that Kazuya didn’t lose his memory completely. They were both excited for him to recover fully and go back to what they were before the accident. However the next day they were up for a shocking surprise.
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Kazuya sat on the hospital bed just reading a sports magazine when suddenly the door to his room opens.
“Hey Kazuya” an excited voice announces.
The catcher looks over towards the door to see two boys walk inside.
“Hey Miyuki-I mean Kazuya,” another voice says happily.
Kazuya eyes widen in confusion and shock. “W-what are you guys doing here?”
“We came to visit you of course. Are you feeling alright, Kazuya?” the blonde boy asks in concern as he slowly approaches the catcher on the bed.
“What are you doing? Don’t get any closer. I don’t even know who you guys are. Get out of here or I’m calling the nurse!”
The boys freeze in place. They share a worried glance at each other before Eijun rushes towards the bed.
“W-what’s going on? What do you mean? You don’t remember who we are?”
The catcher looks at the two incredulously. “Does it look like I know who you guys are? Seriously what the hell is going on right now?”
Eijun felt his eyes start to water. “Mei. W-what do we do?”
Mei was still frozen in place, completely shock at this unfortunate fold of events. He didn’t think that the catcher would not remember them the next day.
Eijun turns over to look at the blonde and he could tell that he was growing pale. He quickly goes towards him. “Mei. Are you okay?”
The blonde doesn’t speak.
It was then sudden laughter roars in the room.
The pair of pitchers looks over to the noise to find the catcher cracking up on the bed, holding his sides since it kinda hurts to laugh. “Wow, you guys really do care about me don’t you?”
“You sick bastard!” Mei shouts as he runs towards the catcher. He then angrily grabs and shakes the catcher by his shoulders.
“How could you do that to us?!” Eijun cries out as he runs towards the catcher as well and grabs his arm.
“I almost forgot how gullible you two are” Kazuya cackles.
Mei grumbles as he releases his hold on Kazuya’s shoulder harshly. “If you weren’t already in a hospital bed I’d smack you so hard”.
“I hate you Kazuya” Eijun cries out.
Kazuya just continues smiling and laughing. “I love you guys. You’re both gullible idiots but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
In the end, Kazuya may never fully recover his memories but there is one thing he can never forget and that is that he’d do anything to make sure he can protect the ones he loves. That’s why he did what he did in the first place.
this is a small kurotsukki headcanon to after the game against Shiratorizwa
Tsukishima was getting on the bus to head home when his phone had rung in his pocket. He took one glance at the name, smirked and answered the call.
“Hey” Tsukishima says as he continues walking onto the bus, his phone pressed against his ear.
“I saw the game. You were pretty amazing out there”.
Tsukishima snorts. “I guess.”
“Don’t doubt yourself. You did well and I’m so proud of you.”
Tsukishima’s cheeks redden a bit. “Shut up. But yeah being the winners is pretty awesome” he says as he holds the medal that hung around his neck in his left hand.
“Don’t get too cocky. You’ll be facing me at Nationals”.
“That’s if you win, Kuroo. And considering you’re facing Akaashi-san and Bokuto-san’s team I highly doubt you’ll win”, Tsukishima states with a chuckle.
“Way to encourage your boyfriend, jerk”.
Tsukishima laughs. “I was just teasing. Good luck you idiot”
“Thanks and congratulations. I really am proud of you, Kei. You did it. You beat Shiratorizwa. You won”.
Tsukishima’s eyes started to water as a single teardrop falls from his eyes. It was finally hitting him that his team had won and he was a big part of it. He had help his team win the tournament and now they were heading to Nationals. “Yea” he says as he wipes his eye with the palm of his hand. “We won”.
There wasn’t a time when Miyuki Kazuya wasn’t known. Ever since he started playing baseball at such a young age he’s always been a genius at the sport. His talent came naturally but his skills were all born from hard work. Kazuya had this ability to catch the most wildest of pitches with ease and throw the ball wherever he thought would make the best play. Coaches were always amazed by his latent ability to calculate the ball’s trajectory as it flies towards his mitt. He wasn’t just a catcher but a playmaker as well. It was his past talent that made his future so bright. With his abilities, his amazing past teammates and the wins they were able to achieve, Kazuya had more opportunities for a future than he could even imagine. Starting college or starting directly as pro. It is his choice that will forever change his life. His future wasn’t set in stone as of yet but whatever path he chooses will be one he knows he won’t regret.
A/N: Seeing as I never wrote chrismiyu before idk if I’m comfortable to write smut for them just yet but I will tackle this ship for you. Also unfortunately I lost most everything I wrote for this because my google crashed on me and I was writing directly on here. anyways…hopefully you enjoy this. A03
Role model, that is what Takigawa Chris Yu was to Miyuki Kazuya. At least that’s what Miyuki thought. However, as days passed it was clear that what he felt for the third year was more than just someone he looked up to.
Miyuki gleamed as the third-year catcher caught a rather difficult pitch. “Nice pitch, Sawamura”, Chris states before getting up from his position to throw the ball back at the pitcher.
“OSHI”, Sawamura shouts cheerfully at the praise before catching the ball. This causes Chris to chuckle. Miyuki would have smiled if it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t the cause of Chris smiling.
Miyuki frowns before he snorts and rolls his eyes. “Your pitch may have strength but you have zero control, Sawamura. Isn’t that right, Chris-senpai?”
Chris sighs. “Well that might be true but it’s better to also acknowledge his strength as well. Don’t you think so, Miyuki?” he states with a smile.
Miyuki was rather flustered by the smile directed at him that he became speechless, his cheeks even started to flush pink.
Sawamura eyes widen before he starts to laugh. “Miyuki are you blushing?”
Miyuki’s cheeks continue to redden.
“What’s wrong Miyuki? Are you feeling sick?” Chris asks in concern.
“He’s blushing!” Sawamura teases
“Is he now? Well, that’s rather charming”, Chris says with a light chuckle.
Sawamura’s mouth drops at the statement. "Miyuki? Charming? You’re kidding right?“
Chris chuckles lightly. “Sawamura, don’t be rude. Miyuki can be charming in his own way.”
Miyuki felt his face continue to heat up even more. So he looks down to hide his face.
Sawamura rolls his eyes before he sighs and looks back at the third-year catcher. “Chris-senpai, are we going to continue with practice or what?”
“Of course, Sawamura”, Chris says before bending back down in position.
Miyuki looks over. His heart continues to race in his chest. He knew then that this admiration he had for the third year catcher wasn’t just admiration. He had undoubtedly developed a crush on Takigawa Chris Yuu.
More and more days continue to pass by and it was getting harder for Miyuki to deny his feelings for the third year. He couldn’t but be attracted to him. He wanted to the catcher to acknowledge him, to smile only at him, to laugh at his jokes and ultimately to be forever his. It was getting to the point where his crush for the third year started to distract him from practice. More often than not, Miyuki would be caught just gazing at Chris which would cause him to mess up and miss plays or misinterpret calls. He knew that he had to do something about this crush of his because he couldn’t afford to be distracted any longer.
Miyuki knew what he had to do. He had to be bold and just confess to him. What was eating him up from the inside was the fact that he had to keep it all a secret. He had figured if the third year just knew he could get rejected and just move on with his life. He knew that’s what he should do but that didn’t mean he was going to. As blunt as he is when it comes to telling the team what they need to work on, he wasn’t as honest when it came to his own feelings. So instead Miyuki decides to try and endure it until Chris graduates.
However, the difficulty of keeping his feelings hidden for another two months really was too much for him. Especially since the idiot pitcher kept clinging onto the third year like a puppy. Miyuki knew he couldn’t just hide his feelings any longer.
One day Chris had asked Miyuki to help him in the equipment shed. Miyuki knew he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity of being alone with him.
“Miyuki we need to talk”, Chris starts to say as he puts the basket of baseballs down. “What’s with you? Your performance has been tremendously lacking. Even the coaches are getting worried. Is something the matter?”
Miyuki’s eyes widen, rather surprised by the sudden concern. He sighs as he closes his eyes. Miyuki then looks back at the third year. “I like you”.
“I like you too, Miyuki but that’s not the point here. The point is that y-”
Miyuki grabs Chris’s arms and holds them down as he stares intensely into his eyes. “No. Chris. You don’t get it. I like-like you as in I really… like you.”
Chris’s eyes widen in shock. He couldn’t believe his ears.
Miyuki lets go of his arms, steps back and avert his gaze as his cheeks start to flush red in embarrassment. "I…I’ll go now.“
However, before he got away Chris grabs his arm. "Wait. I haven’t given you a proper response.”
Miyuki doesn’t look at him. “You don’t need to. I already know the answer.”
Chris pulls the second year catcher into his chest and embraces him. “No, you don’t. I like you too, Miyuki. And not in the "kouhai-senpai” way you think it is"he states. He smiles down at him. “Why else would I ask only you to help me today?”
“Because everyone else is an idiot and not capable of doing something like this” Miyuki states bluntly.
Chris chuckles. “That may be true but there is another reason,” he says with a smile as he looks over at Miyuki. “I wanted to one, ask why you have been struggling during practice and two, tell you how I feel.”
Miyuki felt his cheeks heat up while his heart race in his chest. He didn’t even dare turn around to look at the third year. However, Chris caught on and swiftly turns him to face him.
Before Miyuki could even react, lips were suddenly placed on his own. His eyes quickly shut as he grabs the third year’s face and pulls him deeper into the kiss. Chris had shoved him against the door as he continues to kiss him fervently. If there were more ruckuses than usual coming from the equipment shed that day no one said anything about it.
Miyuki was in love with someone whom luckily for him, loved him back and that’s all that matters.
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
dededos
tangentwithtanner
romaincrisis
areudirty
andulkaphoto
