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They feel the disapproving gaze of an umpire burning into them and quickly say “It doesn’t matter! We can’t both be on third, we’re breaking the rules.”
“I thought being punk was all about breaking the rules,” Eugenia teases, and Ziwa doesn’t understand how she can be so cheerful right now -- and then she takes their hand, and Ziwa stops trying to understand anything, only holds tight to the sticky-warm feeling they’ve gotten so used to.
Fic about that time Ziwa and Eugenia canonically held hands on base :)
















