Furuya thinks his nerves have frozen his face, but at the same time it’s as if he can’t keep still. His toes are wiggling in his shoes, he’s trying his hardest not to squeeze his senior to death with a vice grip, and he’s itching to do something other than just stand here. But he can’t move. He will see this through to the end… no matter what awaits.
Which Senpai seems to want to put off.
Furuya nods emphatically at the (probably) rhetorical question, but he doesn’t want to be misunderstood even on the slimmest chance. A frown mars his thus far stiff expression however, as he doesn’t receive a clear answer.
“Miyuki-senpai… I’m very serious,” he begins. “Please don’t avoid me.” He averts his eyes a moment though. What if the brunet had been seriously asking…? Is he curious? The pitcher feels just a little happy that Miyuki might want to know something about him, stupidly so. Thus he’s back to apprehensive brown eyes once more.
“…but I’ve never asked out any girls before.” Just in case.
That sliver of movement doesn't go past Miyuki and he barks out a laugh (genuine, this time) at the younger boys immediate honest answer. The pitcher was so embarrassingly obvious despite that bored looking expression, reading into his mannerisms was on par with analyzing a childrens picture book. It doesn't make spending time with him any less amusing though, if he were to be honest--it was an endearing trait. Or--interesting, actually, perhaps it was just interesting.
The laugh dies down and Miyuki is about to chuckle, crack a smirk and say I can believe it, but words previous ring back and, for a second, he’s a little winded. He was serious, Miyuki knew from the beginning--there was no way he couldn’t what with the others voice so stern and eyes heated with determination. Maybe that’s what made him nervous.
A relationship was never the catchers priority, in any case. Sure, he’d fooled around with some guys and girls in his lifetime, but any pretense of seriousness had him gone in seconds. It was better for both parties, truly, the teen himself far too selfish, with a more romantic sense for baseball than another human being. Which would make turning down Furuya logical. The nice, fair thing to do.
It’s unfortunate Miyuki isn't a man of fairness.
It only takes a few moments for the brunette to calm down and find a game plan. With a game coming up, a dejected Furuya is the last thing the team needed--and they were in no position to just wait it out.
He figured, if he just accepted, the pitchers performance would not only sky rocket, but if Miyuki got tired of playing boyfriend--Furuya could end things. Miyuki’s not popular for his personality, anyway.
Relaxed and more in control than before, the catcher touches Furuya’s hands with his own, taking them off his shoulders with a grin. The older teen lowers them but doesn’t release his hold, rather rubbing his thumb along perfect fingers. Miyuki hums.
“How could I avoid you now, with those eyes?”
“Yeah. I’ll go out with you,” He looks directly into those powerful blues, his voice dropping short of a whisper. “Furuya.”
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