' miyuki kazuya! ' pitcher's voice effectively whined / lips marveled by a pout ; glaring daggers the younger player tried to ignore the close proximity as miyuki corrected his stance, back pressed up against his catcher's broad chest. it was intimate - eijun was scared someone will notice the crimson clinging to his cheeks. ' why do you have to be that close, you tanuki! you stink! ' he tried to chase the weird feelings off, knowing what they meant. miyuki's breath against skin didn't help.
one hand placed upon sawamaru’s wrist ; fingers wrapped tightly around it’s girth move pitcher’s hand to be better positioned lower on the bats end .. other hand found it’s way to younger boys hip, thumb pressed down enough he can feel sharp hipbone through uniforms thin fabric ── “ eh ? shut up .. you stink !! we wouldn’t have to be doing this if y’would just learn your stances !! ” miyuki says as he slid his foot between sawamura’s own ( thigh now settled nicely against his pitchers rear ), using the edge of his heel kazuya shove’s eijun’s foot harshly to the left, making his stand wider and thus making it more stable,
“ you might have what it takes to be a GREAT pitcher ─ but you got a long way to go until you become an okay hitter. ” words mocking but tone kept sweet , miyuki found himself being strangely thankful for that fact .. as hand once placed upon boys hip moves upward to settle onto the small of his back, fingers pinch the threads of that thin uniform ( he’d never been more thankful for breathable fabric ), he pulls teammate closer. eijun’s back held against his chest // heartbeat like hummingbird wings , he’ll mouth to himself that this is nothing but standard procedure ; he is afterall the elder with experience, and helping his younger inexperienced players was his job ─── but that was nothing but a well crafted lie wrapped around his own selfish desire.
as body falls limp upon that of boy bellow, his lips so close to the nape of his neck .. warm breath against tanned & sweating skin, hold upon others wrist sliding to his side, digits drumming against eijun’s ribcage ; this was so much more than what it seemed. amber peripherals catch sprouting poppy along teammates feature, and own cheeks begin to burn upon realising how long his hands had remained placed in others frame. quickly grip falls ─── swiftly regaining composure once lost among sea of secret adorations .. clearing his throat, miyuki makes way to the pitcher’s mound, not another word spoken between the battery as he winds the ball up, gaze dead set on the empty space behind as he winds the ball preparing for the pitch. “ ready bakamura ? don’t make all that be in vain !! ” said with a smile on plump lips but none found stowed within empty view as he throws his pitch.
