pairing - miyuki kazuya x fem!reader
genre - angst, fluff
wc - 2121
ao3 - author’s note at bottom
PROMPTS
28 “I care about you.”
34 “Please don’t do this.”
Looking back on your relationship with Miyuki, there were a lot of moments that were questioned by people on the outside. Moments that the two of you knew were teasing or joking were blown out of proportion by people who may have overheard, either from the two of you or someone else. Your relationship always felt like it was on a seesaw, the two of you on each end with the occasional hijacker dragging you down before the other was ready.
You lasted an entire year before you felt like you had to take a step back. You couldn’t even consider it a break in your relationship, it was really just a “I have a lot going on in my head right now and I would appreciate if I could just take a moment to myself to relax.” When that was over, you came to him with your sorted thoughts and talked things through. Miyuki had never seemed like the kind to be a good communicator in a relationship, but he seemed to realize that if he wanted the joy of tormenting someone, he had to take the responsibility of not chasing them away.
Now, on your final year in college, it finally felt like things were getting to be too much. You’d gotten through the high school fan girls, the injuries, the late nights, the bad rumors, the days with no updates outside of catching him in the hallways. But now, as you read the article written about how he was a prospective pick across the country, you finally felt like something was trying to take him from you. It had been smooth sailing, knowing that the two of you wouldn’t be torn apart by anything petty going on around you. But now, seeing a real-life decision he would have to make- one that would positively effect his life for years to come- you could feel the weight pressing down on your chest.
He was supposed to come by your dorm for movie night, but part of you wanted to text him to cancel. You knew it was childish, getting upset that he was such a good player that he was desired across the country, but that didn’t change the fact that you were upset. Looking over at your phone, resting innocently on your nightstand, you weighed your options for a moment, before remembering your occasional movie nights were some of the only times the two of you had alone together.
Closing the magazine, you picked up your phone and set the cause of your turmoil down. You were going to feel upset, and you were going to have movie night. One of those things couldn’t take a rain-check, so you figured you’d have to take a nice shower and shove your emotions down.
-
You dried your hair as you sat on the foot of your bed, waiting for Kazuya to show up. There were maybe five minutes left before you chose what movie you wanted to watch without him. Youtube was playing on your phone beside you, a random playlist of videos that always made you laugh when you weren’t feeling too hot.
The knock on the door was barely audible from under your towel, and your sheets nearly brought you to the ground as you stood too quickly. A brief litany of curses slipped as you rushed to the door, opening it to see you boyfriend.
“Miss me?” He asked with his usual grin.
You snorted and tugged him in by his t-shirt, watching his grin quickly disappear to give you a kiss.
“If I said yes, your head wouldn’t fit through the doorway.”
He snickered and followed you inside, locking the door behind him. “You didn’t pick out a movie without me, did you?”
“Yes. It’s a real tear-jerker, you won’t ever see love the same again.”
“Oh, porn?”
You grabbed a throw pillow as you passed the couch and tossed it expertly behind your shoulder. His snickering persisted through the solid ‘thump’ of it making contact, so you took a moment to curse his catcher’s instinct.
“You said you saw one you wanted to watch last time, right?” You asked, getting comfortable on your bed.
“Yeah, I added it to your watch later list.” He shut your bedroom door before shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the back of your door.
“You better not have ruined my algorithm.”
“You don’t think that docu-series you watched at 3am instead of studying did enough damage?” He climbed on the bed, and settled in next to you, casually throwing an arm over your pillows for you to lean back into him.
“No, because that was exactly what I want to watch more of.”
It wasn’t long before the movie he’d chosen caught your eye, and you dimmed your bedside light before snuggling securely into his side as it began.
“This isn’t going to make me cry, is it?” You asked.
“Everything makes you cry.”
Your hand shot out, but he grabbed your wrist before your fingers could pinch into his side. “Ah-ah! This is sweet boyfriend-girlfriend time, no place for your meanery!”
“Kazuya, that’s not even a word, you bas-” his hand released your wrist to pinch your lips shut.
You glared up at him and he grinned, leaning in for a quick peck to your squished lips. Letting out a huff, you scrunched your nose at him before turning back to the tv. The introductory scene hadn’t even finished before you were adjusting, feeling a mild pinch in your lower spine from laying on your back.
“Aw, baby wanna cuddle?” Kazuya teased, holding you closer.
“Don’t be an ass,” you mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your head.
Another five minutes of movie passed, Kazuya’s hand rubbing your arm making you feel all warm and fuzzy, skin tingling pleasantly under his touch. The plot had begun, and you were already setting up three different endings in your head for the cheesy romance they were spinning.
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” The main lead said to his girlfriend. “If I stay here with you for the rest of my life, what will I even become?”
That definitely threw a wrench into all three of your predictions.
“You said you loved me! That you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me!” She cried back. “Does your stupid job really mean more to you than I do?”
“You know that isn’t fair! I’m not leaving you, I’m just trying to move on with my life! Maybe you should do the same!”
The lame, admittedly unrealistic dialogue on screen felt like it was aiming to punch you in the gut. Everything you were thinking of before your shower came back, and you felt like you were manually keeping yourself breathing. Everything felt weighed down once more, and the hand gently caressing you was beginning to feel like it was burning. You suddenly raised your arm, throwing Kazuya’s off of you as you sat up.
“Babe?” He asked, starting to sit up with a concerned expression.
“I didn’t get drinks. Or snacks.” You got off your bed as casually as possible, trying to remember how to open a door like a human being so you could escape to the kitchen with little to no suspicion.
You opened your fridge, and leaned into the chill. It was a bit too much around your ears where your hair was just a little damp, but it felt like you needed it. You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself before grabbing a drink from the fridge, gently closing it once more as you set your find on the counter. You glanced back down the hallway, your door was undisturbed from where you left it, cracked open just a bit.
You leaned against the counter, head bowing as you collected your thoughts. On a normal day, you’d just start telling Kazuya how bad the dialogue was, or how you would have framed the scene differently, but today all you could think of was how that scene would push its way into your life.
How would Kazuya start the conversation? You felt like he wouldn’t come in guns blazing yelling that it was his life, and he could do whatever he wanted. You hoped he knew that you would never try to drag him down or hold him back, that you would love and support him no matter how much it hurt to see him go. You put your hand over your face as you felt your eyes burning, willing your emotions to calm down before you started to look like you’d been crying. A slight touch at your back had you leaping, a ragged gasp tearing from your throat. You turned, eyes wide to see Kazuya standing there with an upset expression.
“Ah- sorry,” you said, turning back to making drinks. “Just got a bit of a headache.”
“Baby...” you froze as Kazuya’s arm slid around you, coaxing you closer. “Please don’t do this.”
You took a breath, prepared to find another cover-up, but nothing would come out. You melted into him, turning your head to press your forehead against his collarbone as his arms wrapped around you.
“I’m sorry,” he said, chin bumping your head. “I was honestly waiting for you to say something like ‘this dialogue is so forced’ or ‘if he loved her he’d talk with her and wouldn’t need to yell.’ I didn’t think you would be hurt.”
“I’m… I’m scared, Kazuya.” His arms tightened around you at your words. “I care about you. I’ve cared about you since we were in high school, and I knew nothing would ever happen to us because we were always there. Even when we couldn’t see each other, we were at least both on campus. But if you-”
Your voice cracked, and you pressed a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from crying. This wasn’t something you wanted to cry over. This was his future, you were happy for him, you would stand by him through everything. But you wouldn’t be standing by him. You probably wouldn’t even be able to make it to most of his games anymore, at least not for a while. One of his arms slid up to hold your head to his chest, and he started to sway slightly as you listened to his heartbeat.
“I want to move forward in life,” he said. “And I want to do it with you. I don’t care how far apart we are, we’ve made it through this much shit already. Besides, I hear doing it over facetime is-”
You throat constricted on a mix between a choke and a sob, Kazuya patting your back and laughing.
“Better?” He asked.
You nodded, turning your body to properly wrap your arms around him.
“I love you,” he said. “Don’t you ever forget it. I know I’m an ass, but do you think I’d pull my punches if I didn’t love you?”
“You pull your punches because you know I’ll make you cry, pretty boy,” You mumbled into his chest.
“Yes, yes, my ferocious little girlfriend knows all of my weaknesses.” He pressed another kiss to your head. “Now can she get us drinks so we can stay hydrated while we tear this movie apart limb by limb?”
You snorted, and pulled away wiping your nose pathetically with your sleeve.
“Can she also change her shirt before we cuddle again?”
“You’ve got more snot on you than I do, pretty boy!”
“Ah, your cutting words! How will I ever recover?”
You gave his arm a half-hearted swat as he turned to your pantry for snacks.
“But seriously,” he said over his shoulder. “Even if I get drafted halfway across the world, I’m tossing you in my duffel bag and taking you with me. There’s no way I’d survive all these self-centered pitchers if I can’t rest my head on my girlfriend’s thighs and let me woes escape me.”
“Don’t ruin the moment, Kazuya. You were almost being sweet.”
He stuck his tongue out at you, and you returned the gesture. Some things really hadn’t changed since high school, but as you curled back up to his side in your bed, tearing the characterization of the main lead to shreds, you realized that even if some things went away, they’d only make way for new ones.
“So, I know you didn’t seem to positive the first time I brought it up, but seriously, facetime can be an incredibly efficient method of-”
“Keep it up and you won’t get any methods.”
He snickered, placing another kiss to your head.
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month because I lost my banners 😭😭 I thought I’d come back to it when I found them but I completely forgot until now with everything going on. I've also never done an author's note on here before but I’ve felt weirdly,,, muted on my own blog so I hope you don’t mind I start doing them! I still like having nothing but the info at the top though so unfortunately I’m hiding myself at the End </3
pairing - harada masatoshi x narumiya mei
genre - fluff
wc - 696
ao3
If there was something Masatoshi was used to, it was Mei’s behavior. He was easier to deal with on the mound – when he had an obvious consequence to his rash decisions – but when it was just in the comfort of their own room, there was nothing holding him back from being completely insufferable.
“Masa-san!” he whined. “It hurts!”
Masatoshi sighed, wringing the cloth out to wipe Mei’s face once again. The pitcher had eaten something he was warned against while left alone at the table, and he was definitely feeling the consequence as he wriggled around in bed.
“I bet you won’t go around putting everything you see in your mouth like a puppy now, will you?”
Mei let out a strained groan, legs curling up tightly as another wave of nausea hit him. Masatoshi was admittedly grateful for all of his whining, however annoying it was in the moment. A quiet, sick Mei was something serious, and he’d much rather deal with his boyfriend acting like a child than just lying there in silence.
“I want tea.”
“I made you tea half an hour ago, Mei. You let it go cold.”
“It smelled to strong, I couldn’t drink it!” Mei pulled his thighs to his abdomen as tight as he could. “I can drink it now Masa-san!”
Masatoshi wiped the cloth down Mei’s neck before putting it down next to the bowl. He wasn’t looking forward to all the laundry Mei would sweat through after this, and his neck was already protesting his position on the edge of the bed. He got up to make Mei another batch of tea, or just warm up the last batch if it was still good, but was stopped by a grip on his forearm.
“Where’re you going?” Mei asked, voice strained and eyes teary.
“I thought you wanted tea.”
Mei tugged on his arm, brows furrowed as he urged Masatoshi to sit back next to him. “Don’t leave me. It’s too cold.”
The catcher took a deep, calming breath before weighing his options and crawling over his boyfriend to lay on his other side.
“Don’t complain about not having yourtea in the next ten minutes, Mei, or I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Mei nodded, pulling Masatoshi’s arms around him and guiding them to hold him tightly. Masatoshi slid one hand up to smooth Mei’s damp hair back, the younger letting out a shudder and a whine as the cool air from the fan hit his clammy skin.
“Your fever’s finally going down. Take a nap and we’ll see if you feel better afterwards.”
“You won’t leave me?” Mei asked, turning his head over his shoulder the best he could.
“I may for a few minutes to get you some food-”
Mei made a sound like he was about to throw up at the suggestion.
“-something light, Mei. I promise you’ll be able to hold it down when you wake up.”
“What if I puke in my sleep?”
“I’ll roll you off the bed so you don’t ruin the sheets.”
Mei started to wriggle, like he was going to turn around and complain in Masatoshi’s face, but ultimately went limp in his arms instead.
“I’ll take care of you, Mei.”
“I know, Masa-san,” he muttered into the pillow.
“Get some sleep, Mei.”
“I know, Masa-san.”
“I love you, Mei.”
“I know, Masa-san.”
Mei jumped at the pinch in his side, letting out a sound that was almost a squeal. Masatoshi huffed, bracing the arm under Mei to roll the younger onto his chest. Mei complained about puking on him, but Masatoshi simply rubbed his back, trying to coax him to sleep. The damp heat at his neck almost had Masatoshi regretting the change in position, but Mei slowly relaxed on top of him.
“I love you, Masa...” he finally muttered, exhaustion creeping in on him from all his cramping and whining.
“I know, Mei.”
He almost didn’t feel the jab to his side from how little effort Mei put behind it. Masatoshi brushed Mei’s hair back once more, kissing his forehead.
“I love you,” he said against his skin. “Now get some sleep before I get a headache.”
pairing - yuuki tetsuya x isashiki jun
genre - fluff
wc - 822
ao3
When they first started dating, Tetsu didn’t even realize it. He wasn’t sure there was ever an official ‘go out with me’ spoken. The things they did together just faded into a romantic relationship, and he honestly had no complaints. Things were just as comfortable as they were before, but now Tetsu could hold Jun’s hand or kiss his cheek and get to see that look on his face when he gets embarrassed.
Then, Jun slowly got equally as comfortable. They would practice together as much as possible, then when Tetsu went home they’d text and call to make up for not being there with each other. He truly was the more sappy one in the relationship, but the borrowed Shoujou on Tetsu’s shelves meant that maybe he wasn’t so far away himself.
It was around midnight when he got the first text. Tetsu knew it was Jun from the ringtone, but even that couldn’t make him stir from his attempted sleep. He listened to the chime for a few minutes before he gave up, opening his phone to at least mute it.
The chat opened as he unlocked the screen, showing multiple photos of the cats Jun’s sisters just adopted dressed for the holiday season. Unbelievable. No, it was completely believable. He tried to formulate a response, wracking his tired, sleep-deprived brain of some coherent response to send to his partner.
Nothing came out. Sighing, he put his phone on silent, and decided to wait until morning to entertain Jun.
Just as he was about to finally drift off, his screen lit up with a call. He stared at it, willing it to go away so he could sleep.
After the second call, he finally picked up his phone again, texting his boyfriend.
‘jun is something wrong or are you just lonely’
The three dots in the corner came and went for a moment before a text was sent.
‘first of all, you just ignored my cats dressed as santa, so fuck you. secondly,’
Tetsu let out another sigh, burying his face in his pillow as he prepared himself to not sleep for a while. He adjusted himself, laying on his stomach to look at his phone without holding it up over his face.
‘jun please I’m trying to sleep’
‘yeah I’m lonely fucker we haven’t called in forever and I miss you.’
‘oh?’
Tetsu chuckled into his pillow, hoping he wouldn’t wake Masashi up. His phone lit up again, but this time he grabbed the headphones off of his nightstand and answered.
“Jun,” he muttered fondly, talking just loud enough for the microphone to pick him up.
“Tetsu,” Jun grumbled back, most likely embarrassed.
“I miss you too, Jun,” Tetsu admitted. “But we’ll see each other in the morning at practice.”
“Why can’t you just dorm here? What kind of selfish bastard leaves his boyfriend on campus alone?”
“The selfish bastard who doesn’t want to make his parents pay to room him at a campus five minutes away.”
Jun huffed on the other end, the sound of a door closing reaching Tetsu’s ears.
“Are you outside?” he asked.
“Kudou is still up, I don’t need him listening to my conversation,” he said. “Is Masashi asleep?”
Tetsu hummed in confirmation. “I have my headphones in. He’s a heavy sleeper anyways.”
There was a stretch of silence as Jun made his way over to the vending machines, trying to not run into anyone on his way. Tetsu wanted to speak, just say something that would get Jun talking, but he closed his eyes and rested his head, listening to his boyfriend’s breathing.
“You still there?” Jun asked, voice a little louder now that he was alone.
Tetsu let out an “mhmm,” and Jun snorted.
“Don’t you dare pass out on me, I won’t be able to sleep.”
“Cute,” Tetsu mumbled. “Do you miss me that much?”
He smiled at the indignant noises Jun made in response, loving the sound of him getting riled up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay later today, I had to make sure Masashi got a good dinner. He has a game tomorrow.”
“If you cooked, he’ll be benched for the first half of it. Or toilet-bound.”
“I’m not that bad, Jun.”
The two of them spoke until Tetsu didn’t even realize how incoherent his words were. Jun did his best to decipher what he was saying, but eventually it was all humming and mumbling.
“Oi, Tetsu.” Jun finally said, barely getting a sigh in response. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
The captain finally managed a brief ‘love you,’ not wanting to end the call without flustering Jun one more time. He smiled at the protests, a ‘love you too’ in return mixed in, and found himself drifting towards sleep all the easier after he hung up. Looking at his screen once more, he had to admit that the Santa cats were kind of cute.
pairing - narumiya mei x gn!reader
genre - fluff
wc - 700
ao3
There weren’t any secrets in your relationship with Mei. Well, weren’t many. There were definitely a few things you’d kept from him simply because you couldn’t imagine his reaction to them. Most were innocent, and the one that weighed most on you - simply due to how often it was close to being discovered - was your stuffed animal.
Most of them were tucked away in your closet, safe from pets and prying eyes. One, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to take off of your bed. It was relatively small, a little lamb with a pink felt face and thick, soft wool. He normally sat safely on your pillows when you weren’t sleeping, but when you were preparing for Mei to come over, he was between your bed and the wall, tucked safely into the sock container you had shoved underneath your bed.
He was an innocent little secret, but one you couldn’t bare a negative reaction to. So, you never let Mei see him. That night wasn’t going to be any different.
Sitting next to your boyfriend, propped up against the wall with pillows you stole from the couch, you scrolled aimlessly through the movies on TV.
“You’re sure you don’t have anything in mind?” You asked him.
Mei glanced up at the screen, taking a brief pause from scrolling through news articles in search of any familiar names. “Something interesting.”
“Ah yes, that helps my search immensely.”
He snorted indignantly, and you bumped your elbow into his side. He gasped, fumbling with his phone for a moment before it smacked against your wall and slid down.
“Oh?” you said, eyes wide.
“Rude!” he whined, shoving his hand down after it.
“Babe, wait, let me get it,” you insisted.
The last thing you needed was the risk and responsibility of injuring the hand of the Narumiya Mei.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” he pressed, pushing you away with his free hand. “Don’t squish me.”
His expression turned confused, and you leaned away from his reach as he set his phone back on the bed before putting his hand right back down there.
“Mei!” you protested. “You got your phone, what the-”
Your voice died as you saw what he fished out.
“Is this…” He turned the stuffed animal around in his hands, brushing off a bit of dust stuck to the felt of its face.
“Nothing!” You insisted, pulling it out of his grasp and standing from your bed.
He scrambled after you as you opened your closet door, and set the stuffed animal on one of the shelves.
“Hey, wait, that’s kinda cute.” His arms came around your waist, pulling you back towards him as he reached for the stuffed animal again.
You gaped in shocked silence as he took a better look at it, picking lint and dust out of its fur. He cleaned it up until he noticed that you had turned your head to stare at him.
“What?” he asked. “It’s a plushy, for crying out loud, what’s wrong with that?”
Words failed to form in your head, so instead you stared at him, shock apparent at the utterly… mature reaction from him. You’d expected some laughing and teasing, maybe him taking it too far and making you insecure. Yet here he was, doing none of that.
“Huh,” you let out, baffling your boyfriend even further.
“Huh? What’s with that? Huh?”
You shifted in his loose grip, turning to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck. “You’re more mature than I thought, Mei.”
“Says the one hiding a lamb under their bed!” He shot back. “Who do you think you are, doubting my maturity?”
“Mei, didn’t you literally make fun of my nightlight a week ago?”
He huffed, choosing not to answer as he lead you back to your bed. “Why don’t you just find a movie already, huh? I’ve been waiting forever.”
You snorted, rolling your eyes as you curled back up into his side on your bed, your lamb resting on your bedside table. Your boyfriend may be completely insufferable, but he was yours. Sooner or later you’d come to realize if that was a good or a bad thing.
i just read every single one of your reader inserts and i am absolutely in love w your chris + tetsu ones oh my god. and the mei one??? absolutely adored it. your writing is amazing!!!! ty for posting
th...thank you AADJFSH 😭😭 I’m so glad you like my work 💖 Also I’m sorry (to everyone) that I haven’t been posting much, I’ve been helping a friend with a project, but now that it’s going steady I’m trying to get back on track here ♥
pairing - miyuki kazuya x gn!reader
genre - fluff
wc - 1170
36 - “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
44 - “You’ve always felt like home.”
AO3
You knew even back in high school that Kazuya and his father didn’t exactly have the closest relationship. You’d see him for a few hours for special occasions, but most holidays and birthdays were really just the two of you doing something special for each other. You wouldn’t describe their relationship as cold or loveless as of late, but it hurt your heart to think of how much affection Kazuya missed out on growing up. Today, you’d gone to his old family home for a congratulatory dinner after a big win, but it didn’t take too long for Kazuya to look ready to head back home. You managed to gracefully direct the conversation to goodbyes without making things awkward or tense, and you felt fingers graze your back in thanks as you took the small container of leftover cake from his father.
Kazuya helped you get everything together before splitting off for a moment alone with his father. You tapped your fingers against the lid as you sat on the stairs leading up to his door, looking out at the fading sunset as you waited. It wasn’t too long, however, before the door opened and closed gently behind you.
“Thank you,” he murmured, breath ghosting your cheek as he helped you up.
“Anytime,” you said, grabbing his hand with a reassuring squeeze.
The walk to the train station was relatively quiet, with Kazuya stopping you not far down the road to carry the cake for you in his free hand. He napped on your shoulder on the ride back to Tokyo, feeling the exhaustion from the game yesterday, and all the interactions he’d had since. There weren’t many people in the train car with you, just a few at the furthest end, so you didn’t need to worry too much about someone possibly recognizing your pretty-boy catcher and disturbing him. Finally letting yourself completely relax, you brought your hand up to card through his hair, gently working out any tangles he’d tousled into it.
Kazuya never really slept on public transportation, for a multitude of reasons, but the past few days had completely wiped him out. Maybe you’d use some fancy products for the bath that night to help him unwind.
-
Kazuya was relatively lucid by the time the two of you arrived back at the apartment. It took nearly the entire elevator ride just for him to stand up straight, but you could still see his eyes drifting behind his lenses.
“I’ll put the food away,” you said. “Go ahead and wash up first so you can go to bed early tonight.”
Kazuya hummed in response, waiting for the elevator doors to open to hold his arm out over the threshold. You stepped out first and waited for a moment to make sure he didn’t pass out on his feet and take a ride back down to the lobby.
“You okay?” you asked, gently tugging his shirt to pull him closer.
He nodded, but as soon as you stopped to unlock the door he leaned against you.
“There’s no way I’m carrying you to bed, so you better wake up.”
He laughed quietly, fingers grazing your back once more as you moved to hold the door open for him. He set the bag he was holding down on the kitchen counter, and made his way to the bathroom to wash up. You made quick work of the leftovers, having made room for it all in the fridge before you left, and followed him in.
Kazuya was sitting on the bathroom stool, leaning heavily against the wall with his eyes half-open. You sighed with a smile, and resigned yourself to your fate. Removing your clothes, you bent down to grab the shower head and help Kazuya wash up.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, bringing a hand up to caress yours.
“I’m not sleeping next to a man that smells like he slept on the floor of the train,” you joked, leaning forward to press a kiss to his head.
You slid your hand up the back of his neck, guiding him to tilt his head down so you could get his back.
“Did you grab your things?” You asked.
He hummed, and you heard the sound of something skidding across the bathroom floor. You glanced down and saw his basket of toiletries, nearly toppling as it ran over the edge of the tiles. You tilted his head back, pushing his limits a bit to kiss his forehead, and got started on his hair.
By the time he was clean, you almost felt too tired to wash up yourself. Then you looked over to see him relaxing in the bath, and soldiered on. You slowly slid into the water, shivering as the heat immediately soaked into your skin.
“How do you not cook yourself when the water’s this hot?” You asked, leaning back against his chest.
Kazuya chuckled, wrapping his arms around you loosely. “It feels good. And the steam’s good for your skin.”
You snorted, wiggling to get yourself comfortable. Kazuya ended up resting his chin on your shoulder, face turned slightly towards your neck.
Kazuya let out a deep sigh, kissing your shoulder. “Thank you for today.”
You reached back to play with his bangs a bit. “Of course, baby.”
The two of you soaked until it seemed like he might check out while still in the tub. You brought him a pair of pajama pants while he dried his hair off, and sent him off to bed to finish your nightly routine.
When you were finished, he was laying on his side with his mask slid up to his forehead.
“Why’d you wait?” You asked, sliding in next to him.
He pulled his mask down and turned towards you, tugging you in with an arm.
“Because I’m tired,” he mumbled.
You laughed to yourself, rubbing his arm as it laid over your waist. “Sounds counter-productive.”
“Mentally and emotionally,” he continued, breath tickling the back of your neck. “I need to recharge.”
You hummed, bringing a hand behind your head to toy with his hair. He pressed a lingering kiss against your nape, taking a deep breath.
“I like your new conditioner,” he said. “The other one was too perfume-y.”
“Sorry I never shoved my nose into my own hair enough to notice.”
He chuckled, the feeling seeping through your back. His steady breathing lulled you enough that you were almost asleep by the time he spoke again.
“You’ve always felt like home...”
You opened your eyes, staring across the dark room as you let his words wash over you. You reached your hand back once more to caress his cheek, your shoulder beginning to protest your affections, and he turned his face to kiss your palm.
“I love you, Kazuya,” you said, rubbing his arm with your free hand.
“I love you, too… I never thought love was something people felt so strongly. But you’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
a31+55 for Misawa!! (Perfectly fine as a standalone short, but if you’re looking for an interesting challenge, maybe a tie-in to my previous ask for a part two?) Your work is amazing. Thank you!
31- “You haven’t lost me.”
55- ”I’m not going anywhere.”
[part one]
The ride to the hospital was stifling and tense. Sawamura hadn’t spoken much until they arrived, and even then it was only when absolutely needed. Miyuki stayed by his side as much as he was allowed to, until the police showed with Kataoka to ask him about what had happened. Miyuki’s ears were full of white noise as Sawamura stumbled through the events that had brought them up to this point, and he wished he could just rewind the day and hold Sawamura’s hand all the way to the bathroom like a child. His fingernails dug into the soft bits left on his palms until he felt a warmth across his shoulders and at his side. Looking up, he saw Sawamura pressed against him, his arm pulling him in close.
“I’m not going anywhere,” He told the pitcher, leaning forward to get a closer look at his tense expression. “You don’t wave to pin me down.”
Sawamura shook his head, pulling tight enough that Miyuki nearly flinched.
“Oy, Sawamura...” He turned, sliding his own arm around Sawamura and pulling him in. “What happened today is never going to happen again, do you understand me?”
Sawamura shuddered, leaning into Miyuki. It always hurt to hear silence when he was around the normally boisterous pitcher, and Miyuki couldn’t help but wonder just how shaken up he was beneath it all.
“I’m okay,” he finally said, startling the catcher.
“Hah?”
Sawamura looked up, the look on his face not one he was expecting. He looked much calmer than Miyuki had assumed he’d be. Sawamura’s free hand came up and Miyuki jumped as there were suddenly fingers treading through his hair.
“You look like a mess,” Sawamura mumbled. “Were you that worried?”
Miyuki looked down at him, gaping in shock. “Was I worried?”
Sawamura met his eye, and didn’t backtrack. “Miyuki Kazuya.”
Miyuki held his gaze for as long as he could before letting out a haggard sigh and leaning forward, clenching his eyes shut as his forehead hit Sawamura’s shoulder.
“You haven’t lost me, Miyuki-senpai,” Sawamura said. “So please don’t look so upset.”
“I’m going to be very upset for a while, Sawamura,” Miyuki said. “And nothing you can say will stop that.”
“Then… want to catch for me?”
Miyuki tilted his head slightly to send him an ‘are you serious?’ glare. Of course he was.
“You seemed pretty worried about my arm, and there’s no better way to make sure I’m in top shape!”
Miyuki flinched at the sudden volume, but it was also a relief to have an eardrum burst once more.
“I think maybe asking the doctor might just be a good way, too.”
Sawamura’s expression faltered as he scrambled for recovery. “What would they know! They’re doctors!”
Miyuki snickered, holding Sawamura tight for just a moment longer before pulling away from him. “Oy, you might not want them to hear you saying that...”
“Then, let’s go! Catch for me, Miyuki Kazuya!” Sawamura grabbed Miyuki’s jacket, hauling him up from the chair.
“Were you cleared by the doctor, Sawamura?” A startling voice asked from behind him.
Sawamura nearly left the ground as he spun around. “Coach!”
Kataoka motioned towards the door. “Let’s go back to campus. It’s getting late.”
Miyuki slid in beside Sawamura, an arm around his shoulders guiding him to follow the coach. “Looks like you’re going to have babysitters for a while, Sawamura.”
Sawamura blanched for a moment, stumbling on his feet.
“We can’t even trust you can go to the bathroom on your own, how can we ever let you be by yourself again?” He was only partially teasing, feeling like he really wouldn’t be able to leave him alone; especially if the police hadn’t dealt with his assailants just yet.
“We’ll hold a meeting tomorrow before breakfast to set up a schedule.” Kataoka decided.
“C-Coach! Wait, not you, too!”
Miyuki’s arm slipped from Sawamura’s shoulders as they reached the door, Rei waiting outside by a cab.
“We can get ‘if lost please return to Seidou’s baseball team’ shirts and everything,” Miyuki cackled, opening the backseat for Sawamura.
“Miyuki Kazuya! When did you start being such a bastard again! I knew your being nice was too good to be true!”
Miyuki snickered, ruffling Sawamura’s hair as he got in the car to make sure he didn’t hit his head on the roof. “Didn’t you know, Sawamura? I’m mean, very mean. I’ve never been nice.”
He slid in after Sawamura, making sure the boy had his seat-belt on right as he wailed about how mean he was.
“You can repay my earlier kindness by getting me a drink when we get back.”
“Miyuki, please stop agitating him until we get out of the car at least.” Rei pleaded.
Miyuki snickered, leaning back in his seat and watching the pouting boy next to him. A loud Sawamura was much more honest about his feelings, so a loud Sawamura he would make until he heard every thought he had swimming around in that head of his.
The first one was a big hit, so I hope you’re ready for a second one! These can work with ANY fandom! Reblog if you wish! (Please give credit, to where credit is due <3)!
“I need you.”
“You’re family.”
“I care about you.”
“Can I join you.”
“You made your choice.”
“This isn’t fair!”
“How could you do this?”
“Do you hate me?”
“I could never leave you behind.”
“Come with me.”
“That’s sweet.”
“You look great.”
“Where are you going?”
“That’s new.”
“Let me help you.”
“Drop the attitude.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’ve got you.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”
“Do you like it?”
“You smell nice.”
“They didn’t deserve you.”
“I trust you, do you trust me?”
“Karma is a bitch.”
“What the hell?”
“Son of a bitch.”
“I hope your day gets better.”
“I’m here if you need to talk.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“Sorry.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why are you acting like this?”
“How do I look?”
“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”
“What is this about?”
“You look like hell.”
“I haven’t seen you in a few days.”
“It’s good to see you.”
“You know, you can stay if you want to.”
“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”
“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
“I almost feel bad for you.”
“What you did was stupid.”
“No. You listen to me.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I know you’re scared.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“You’re not helping.”
“It’s not safe here.”
“You should leave.”
“Everything is fine.”
“I’ll keep you safe.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Just go away.”
“You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”
“I’m only here to help.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
“Thanks for nothing.”
“I’m done.”
“You think that this is easy for me?”
“I hate seeing you like this.”
“You make me so mad.”
“I brought you dinner.”
“Say what?”
“You’ll be fine.”
“You’ve got me on your side.”
“I don’t like you…. I love you.”
“I don’t want you… I need you.”
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s okay to cry.”
“I can tell you’re lying.”
“You’re in danger.”
“You deserve better.”
“You’ve changed.”
“I think I’m in trouble.”
“You always find a way to surprise me.”
“You did what you had to do.”
“You have no idea.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“This is just great.”
“You’re here late.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I wanted to apologize.”
“It’s just you and me.”
“I’m just looking out for you.”
“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”
“Calm down.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Oh come on.”
“No one is perfect.”
“You’ve been quiet.”
“What did you just say?”
“I’ll always be there for you.”
“Fair enough.”
“When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“You’re not crazy.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“I hope you’re happy.”
“You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“You believe me, don’t you?”
“Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”
Hi! Could I please have #28 and #41 from the prompt list for a Tetsu scenario? Maybe a little angsty.. like mutual pining but fear of feelings/emotions.. still a happy ending with feels, though! Thank you so much!
Ah, I was the anon who sent in the Tetsu request but I realized I forgot to include the gender, so female reader if possible! Sorry and thanks again!POSTED! I’m sorry about how long this took, I’ve got some things to wrangle behind the scenes ahaha thank you for your patience 💖💖
Also thank you so much for the Tetsu request I’ll never get enough of Young Leader 😭😭
When you first entered Seidou, the baseball team was honestly the last thing on your mind. You couldn’t understand how those boys dedicated their entire childhood and teen years to something they might get to do for a living. The uncertainty of it was honestly a little terrifying.
Then, you got to know one of your classmates, Fujiwara Takako, who had signed up to be their manager. You ended up stopping by in the middle of practice one day after the two of you had accidentally switched workbooks during class, and you saw the team in action for the first time. You figured practice had to be pretty solid for how revered the program was, but actually seeing it was an experience.
“Is there something I can help you with?” You were brought back into focus by a familiar voice.
You turned and saw one of your teachers, and the current coach. “Mr. Kataoka! I’m sorry to disrupt, but Fujiwara and I got our books mixed up during dismissal, and I don’t know where she lives, so this was the only place I knew I could get it to her.”
He grunted, and motioned for you to follow him.
The situation was cleared up without any hassle, and on your way back through the dorm buildings, you saw some of the boys doing their own drills. You recognized a few of them as your classmates, and could guess that the others were first years as well. One of them noticed you, and you recognized him as Yuuki Tetsuya. He only stopped just long enough to return the wave you sent him, then he was back to business. Feeling your face heating up, you decided to leave as quickly as you could before you disturbed practice.
It didn’t take long after your first encounter to ask Fujiwara about joining the team as a manager.
-
The two years you spent on the team seemed to go by faster than you could have ever imagined. It was slow at first as you learned your responsibilities and got to know the team, but just when you got comfortable, Koshien would come and go without Seidou.
In your first year, you and Takako knew there was nothing you could do for them on the field, so you made sure they would have nothing to worry about during practice. You both managed to make more rice balls than you’d ever made before within the first few weeks, making sure the boys never swung themselves to empty and went to bed hungry.
In return, they made sure the two of you never had to go home in the dark alone. You both lived close enough to walk to and from school together, but there were a few blocks where you parted ways. Yuuki volunteered to walk you home, saying he didn’t live far. There really wasn’t much conversation between the two of you, other than normal pleasantries or the occasional question about something one of you didn’t quite understand in class. It was never awkward though, even in the moments where you were walking in silence, it was nice to have the company. He’d always walk you to your door and say goodnight before heading home himself.
You heard later from Takako that he lived a few streets away from her.
The first loss hit the hardest. You watched your seniors strike out and end their summer with your year-mates, none of them even getting the chance to step on the field.
-
In your second year, everyone got even closer. You’d all felt what it was like to lose your chance before you even had it, and the boys all began to work even harder. You couldn’t deny to yourself how much you adored the first baseman, and seeing him struggle was hard. There was a moment where it began to actually effect you as your grades began to slip, so you went to Takako and told her you needed a brief reprise from the more extensive managerial duties to get your grip back. There was no way you’d let your academic record down for a cute boy.
It was lonely, walking home alone. But you knew that if you ever gave yourself a chance with Tetsuya, it was going to be with both of you standing steady on your own so you didn’t topple each other over. When you finally fell back into the routine you’d come to love, you found yourself walking just a little closer to him, enough that sometimes your arms would brush. And he never brought it up.
-
In your third year, you could tell Tetsuya was finally feeling the full pressure of playing baseball at Seidou. He’d been unanimously decided to become captain, while taking up the mantle of clean-up as well. He ended up practicing that much harder, and there were nights you did your assignments while keeping half an eye out on him before he tried to swing eight-hundred times. It didn’t seem that hard to you to keep track of how many times you swing a bat, but you never really tried more than fifteen in a row.
One night, he came up to sit beside you without a word, just leaning his head against your shoulder for a moment. You picked up the small towel next to you and dabbed against his face and neck, smiling as he turned his head for you. He stayed there without a word, catching his breath and watching you write until Jun returned with drinks for the three of you.
Moments like that you wouldn’t consider regular occurrences, but they happened frequently enough that you began to wonder if there was anything deeper behind them. You’d never seen interactions between any of the other members like that, even from Tetsuya himself, so it began to feel like something special between the two of you. You’d always felt closer to him than anyone else on the team, but it was just recently that things were getting more… intimate? Even in a platonic sense. It was almost enough for you to try holding his hand on your walk home. Almost.
-
Summer was drawing closer and closer, not waiting a single moment for the boys to get their footing. They were doing well, but it was hard to get back into the groove of things with Tanba and Miyuki’s strained partnership and Chris still being off the bench. The final first string players for your third year were decided, and you could see the toll it took on Tetsuya.
“Are you okay?” You asked, hesitantly placing your hand against his back.
He was hunched over in the dugout, arms braced against the wall leading to the field. He didn’t let out more than a frustrated sigh, so you rubbed his back before letting your hand drop and leaning beside him, giving him the time he needed.
“We never get a moment to breathe,” he said. “We practice, we play, then we either win or lose.”
He turned around and slid down the wall to sit on the dugout floor.
“Do you need anything?” You asked, resting your hand on his shoulder.
His hand came up to lay over yours before gently tugging for you to sit down. You settled in next to him, shoulders and thighs pressed together as he pressed into you.
“Just… a moment.”
The two of you stayed like that until you heard the team filling the field.
-
Things seemed to be going well for Seidou’s new team. Especially since that fresh-faced pitcher helped reach Chris in a way none of you ever seemed to be able to. It hurt to think you’d never be able to watch him play with the rest of your year-mates again, but holding onto that dream was probably how he fell so hard in the first place. It was definitely nice to be seeing more of him as a manager, though you definitely had different expectations and responsibilities.
One afternoon, you were getting some late-night snacks prepared for the boys, when you were called out by Takako to help her with something in the storage room. Yui stayed behind to finish the food while you followed her across the courtyard.
“Don’t you normally have Masuko help you with this stuff? You know I’m not good with heavy lifting,” you glanced off to the field, where some of the boys had started some extra, light, training on their day off.
You caught Takako’s gaze as you turned back to her, her expression amused. “Looking for anyone in particular?”
“Uhm… Coach.”
She giggled, and the rest of your brief walk was in silence.
“Here,” she said, pulling the door open.
You stepped into the rather immaculate storage room, wondering what she needed help with.
“So what did you- oh!” You turned to her and jumped back as you were suddenly facing Tetsuya, Takako waving over his shoulder as she slid the door shut.
“Oh?”
“Sorry,” Tetsuya said. “There aren’t many places we can talk alone anymore, and I didn’t want to be stopped on my way to get you.”
You laughed, leaning against the table set up behind you. “You couldn’t have, I don’t know, texted?”
Tetsuya hummed for a moment before saying, “I asked Jun what I should do.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” You patted the table next to you.
He took your cue and leaned next to you, a little closer than he had to be, but a welcome distance.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Don’t be afraid,” he started.
“That’s reassuring,” you said, turning slightly to face him.
As he followed your lead and faced you, you saw how his expression was much more intense than usual when off the field. You knew your time at Seidou was running out, the summer tournament getting closer and closer, but you could never tell if it was worth it to change everything on a whim, especially when you thought of the consequences.
Tetsuya leaned in, guiding your hand to press against his chest as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “I care about you.”
You felt your chest grow cold as that careful line you kept for the past three years was finally crossed. Your words failed to come out, so you brought your free hand up to rest on his head before he could pull away.
“I had to tell you before it was too late,” he mumbled against your shirt.
“Tetsuya… I like you. A lot.”
His free arm came up around you to pull you closer by your waist.
“Will you cheer me on? Until we make it to Koshien?”
Can i request a scenario for Mei please? 16 + blind date when he decide to ruined her date because she doesn't understand that he wants her to his, thank you very much hope my plot doesnt confuse you heheh
Posted! Thank you for your request and your patience, I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you enjoy it 💕
When it came to blind dates, they definitely wouldn’t be the first thing on your mind on one of your only days off. But, your friend had seemed rather desperate for a fill-in after the last girl she set up for her cousin bounced, and it wasn’t like you really had anything better planned.
So, here you were. Sitting in a cafe, waiting for someone to show up and somehow recognize you without even knowing what you looked like. You would have thought that there would be some kind of sign- like, a certain hairpin or a heads-up on your shirt colors, but nothing like that was exchanged. Your phone had been vibrating relentlessly as your friend Mei decided to bitch and moan about your weekend plans, when he had already made plans for himself to drag you around doing whatever he wanted to do. Silencing it when you were waiting for someone didn’t seem like the brightest idea, but honestly you thought it was going to shake the screws of the table loose if you let it go on any longer. You watched it light up out of the corner of your eye for the next ten minutes before your date finally arrived.
He was sweet, and cute, and seemed more interested in hearing about you than telling you about himself. It was definitely a weird turn of events from the company you normally kept, and you didn’t know if it was a good weird or a bad weird. Another weird, was how your phone had suddenly gone quiet not too long into it. It was more likely that Harada had trapped Mei in the bullpen than the idea that he’d stopped messaging because he’d given up on his own merit, but you couldn’t help but wonder.
Conversation had been nice and engaging, but you had to admit to yourself that it really lacked the certain spark of romantic interest. It was definitely enjoyable and relaxing, but at the same time it felt more like hanging out than a date. The only real excitement began when your date suddenly looked behind you with a rather shocked look on his face.
“I’ve got you!” An all too familiar voice cried, hands gripping the back of your chair.
You sighed and set your drink down, turning your head slightly to look at Mei over your shoulder. He was red-faced and a little disheveled, like he’d just gotten done with practice.
“Mei, what do you think you’re doing here?” You asked, before turning back to your date. “I’m so sorry, I’m just going to deal with him real quick.”
Mei huffed and pulled a nearby empty chair up to your table before stealing your drink. “My best friend doesn’t like to keep to her commitments, so I’m doing it for her. We had plans today.”
“Mei.” You warned. “If you don’t apologize and leave right now, I’m calling Harada to drag your ass back to campus.”
Mei shot you a look, taking a sip of your drink. “I think you’re the one who should apologize.”
“No, I’m sorry.” Your date said. “I should really get going.”
The both of you stood up, but before you could say anything to stop him, Mei stood up in between you. “It was nice meeting you, see you around.”
“Narumiya Mei.” You hissed, pushing him back into his chair (firmly, but still gently) by his shoulder.
“It’s alright,” your date assured you. “I’ve got to get going anyways. It was nice to meet you.”
He left rather awkwardly, leaving the two of you alone at the table. You took a deep breath before shooting Mei an unhappy look and leaving the cafe. You made it about halfway down the street before he was walking in-step with you.
“We should go to that new arcade around the block.” He said. “I can kick your ass at ski-ball then let you win at air hockey.”
You stopped walking, watching as he took a few more steps before stopping as well and turning back to you.
“What?” he asked. “You want to get something to eat first?”
“What makes you think I want to spend time with you after you just crashed my date, Mei?” You asked. “Why do you think I have to be with you whenever you have time off?”
Mei huffed, expression twisting negatively as he walked closer to you. “Why are you going on blind dates in the first place? If you’re so damn lonely, just call me your boyfriend, and call our hangouts dates.”
You glared at him, fingers clenched at the hem of your jacket. “I didn’t go because I was lonely Mei, I was doing a favor for a friend.”
“That ‘favor’ was barely worth your time,” he said. “He just got up and left as soon as I got there.”
“I can’t exactly blame him, Mei. You aren’t the easiest person to deal with when you don’t get your way.”
“Then he shouldn’t have been expecting getting you to be easy! I’ve been trying for a whole year!” He bitched, crossing his arms stubbornly.
It took a moment of failing to get your words together to realize what he said. “What...”
“What, do you think I pester everyone for their attention like this?”
“Yes, Mei, I do.”
He pouted and huffed indignantly. “If someone can’t handle sitting at the same table as me for three minutes, then they won’t be able to handle me being their girlfriend’s best friend. So I might as well be your boyfriend.”
“Mei that is so unbelievably selfish of you to think that way.” You said, voice flat at your lack of surprise.
Mei closed the lingering distance between the two of you, gently taking your hands with a serious expression. “Date me. Let me be your boyfriend. Stop meeting up with random guys who don’t deserve you.”
“Who are you to say who deserves me?” You asked, curling your fingers around his. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”
Mei whined. “Let me have my suave boyfriend moment and just say yes!”
You rolled your eyes. “We’ll see after I kick your ass- fair and square- at air hockey, you absolute brat.”
“Our first date! Don’t worry, you’ll definitely win, I’ll make sure of it!” Mei cheered, grabbing your hand and leading you to the arcade.
“Don’t make me call Harada to come pick you up, Mei.”
