❛ If I hadn’t caught you staring at me so much, I would have thought you were sleeping with him. ❜ [ Miyuki ] /post/163503923833
@museguided [ nocturnal animals ]
Technically, it was their day off. But having everyone free right as new equipment arrived meant that the process of bringing in, checking and storing everything would be that much faster. In the end, it could almost be counted as training, with all the weight lifting and running from one end of the campus to the other. Still, she was well aware that the moment lunch time was over, they’d all go train properly on their own. While the former athlete in her admired their discipline, the future physician couldn’t help but worry. The more they overworked, the greater the chance of a stress injury.
Having changed back into her uniform, she’s supposed to go out with Oikawa-san for lunch, but as she’s heading back out, someone catches her eye. Miyuki Kazuya, the team’s number one overworker. Half of it isn’t even his fault, with greedy pitchers all around demanding his time. But his self-training regimen is absolutely brutal, so she keeps a close watch. Especially now. She’s caught him rolling his shoulder a couple of times, and is trying to ascertain whether she should say something or not. He’ll never admit to anything outright, so she needs to be careful in her approach.
But she’s so engrossed in her own schemes that she doesn’t quite realize he’s noticed her looking until it’s too late and he’s already within sassy-ing range. Alice braces herself the best she can, but nothing could have ever prepared her for what comes out of his mouth, and it shows on her face for a long second of confusion. “Excuse me?” She says in an appalled British English, wondering if he’s lost his damn mind and who the hell was he even talking about-
Her rampant, raging train of thought is rudely interrupted by the shit eating grin that takes over his stupidly handsome face, and she doesn’t have to follow his gaze to know that he’s pointedly looking at her friend from Sendai. A bright pink flush of both embarrassment and anger climbs along the sides of her neck and settles across her cheeks as she finds herself unable to think of a good retort to shut him up, small hands balling into fists at her side.
Taking a strained deep breath, Alice forces her shoulders back into a relaxed position. There’s nothing she can do about the blush, and she won’t bother disguising the fury as she stares up at him again. “Feel free to keep your crass thoughts to yourself, Miyuki-san. I have no interest in them.” And she won’t let it ruin her time with Oikawa-san either, breathing deeply again to regain as much of her composure as possible before briskly walking away.