Alright but imagine this:
Summer Camp. Miyuki taking a break after some basic drill. He is slouched on a bench in the dugout, silently mulling about something. Kuramochi walks in. Chugs down a whole bottle of water. Miyuki calls him over his shoulder. Kuramochi goes, grudgingly but he goes. Miyuki starts telling him something about whatever. Kuramochi is exhausted so he bents over, leans a forearm on the bench back. He follows Miyuki’s hand to where he is pointing at. He nods absently, still trying to catch his breath after that last run. Suddenly Miyuki whips his head around.
‘Are you even listening me?’
No, Kuramochi thinks. No.
This close he can see the freckles littering Miyuki’s nose. The redness of his cheeks due to sun and effort. The green spots in his eyes. He realizes Miyuki’s eyes are not golden nor brown but something much fairer, clearer. Like wheat fields. Plus he has the longest eyelashes he has ever seen. They brush against his glasses, for fuck sake.
At the staring, Miyuki blinks. ‘What.’
Kuramochi blanches. ‘I hate your face. And I hate you.’
[I’m sorry. So sorry. I could not deal with this inside my head anymore]