His throat goes dry at the question, eyes trailing over Miyuki’s features, staring too long at his lips and neck, everything he wants to kiss so badly. The catcher’s hands are reliable in practice, always stopping his pitches with firmness; but Furuya wants more from them, wants Miyuki to touch him wherever he pleases. He doesn’t care if it’s painful or humiliating or if it crushes his spirit afterwards; he unconditionally loves Miyuki, will endure anything just to be a little closer to him.
Love is a word that Miyuki wouldn’t want to hear, because Furuya is certain it’s not returned. Miyuki tolerates him, maybe likes him a bit, but nothing like what Furuya feels, he’s certain. Like the heat of the summer sun is burning within his chest every time he so much looks at the catcher, like no one else exists in the world. Furuya loves his family, and he loves baseball, but it’s not the same.
Furuya is uncertain, yet at the same time he’s greedy and selfish, and that’s always going to be a part of his personality. When he wants something, he can be very singleminded about it. A little obsessive, maybe, even though he doesn’t try to be. And these days, his thoughts are full of Miyuki.
“More…” Furuya swallows. “More than… anything, Miyuki-senpai.”
miyuki knows, of course he knows how furuya is practically shooting hearts out of his eyes whenever their gazes interlock. knows that the latter was even more committed in this relationship than miyuki was. at times, the catcher felt bad about that, sometimes the impulse of calling things off was there, lurking like a monster in the back of his mind, waiting for it to strike at the right moment. remembers then back how miyuki told the latter that he wasn’t one to date out of pity for not being reciprocate in those type of feelings.
so… what was he doing now? wasn’t he feeling pity for furuya? how unfortunate. yet, never dared to say something on the matter. because at times like this, when they kissed until miyuki’s breath was taken away, he felt as if they could get away with it. such a bad idea, but it is what it is. the only upside about this was that if furuya loved him, he never said it explicitly, it was better that way, just so he wouldn’t crush that poor heart. grew too accustomed to the other’s presence and miyuki now couldn’t think how he would live if furuya walked away.
the catcher was straddling in furuya’s lap, arms around the neck, while hands and fingers were curled in the soft, black hair. a hum was heard from the back of miyuki’s throat, quite satisfied with the answer. ❛ you’re greedy ❜ points out, as if it was something new. moves his lips to kiss furuya on the forehead, then leaves a trail of soft, butterfly kisses from there; kissing him in the bridge of his nose, cheeks, jaw, until said lips are now brushing softly over furuya’s, breaths intertwined which made him shudder. ❛ but i like that about you ❜, whispers in response. // @satoushu
