#ghoulnoace

[aomamudaikis]

After having some interesting talk

With dear @ghoulnoace and @kagabutt I have realized that my dash has been relatively clean, pure and happy. I need my HAPPY space. //cries @theironshadowslayer pls help me

[aomamudaikis]

are you guys having an aokaga meeting? PLEASE LET ME JOIN 😭😭

YES AOKAGA COME. TALK.

[lunchtimerushin]

OMG hello i found you i'm so happy!! I came to the knb fandom just this year so so so late and i deeply regret that because i thought i missed my chance to interact with you, one of the greatest knb artists out there! i see your beautiful art through all the blogs i browse through but i didn't know how to tell you how amazing you are because i dunno how to Twitter and i didn't know if you even like knb still. so i'm really happy like gwahhhh whooshh. you're really great! thanks for all you do!

UWAHHh ;__; THANK YOU FOR SUCH A KIND MESSAGE!!!;; It really made me happy to see this omghfkjshk T__T// Thank you so much;;; /weeps; ((AND IM ALWAYS ON TWITTER, DONTT BE SHY TO POKE ME WHENEVERS TBH!!)

I can’t say I’m really deep into knb as I am, but I still have a love for itttt~ (Though I’m side tracking with MM rn hah ha ha TqT)

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUCH A CUTE MESSAGE //SQUISHES YOU!!!

[katsukifatale]

hey fuckface >.< you're a cool nerd and every time i think of misawa i think of you. your hcs and fics and icon are gold. thanks for spreading the misawa love~♡

awww tysm! 💕💕

[katsukifatale]

for the blog rate if you're still doing it: misawa. who do you think is the cat person and who's the dog person? :')

in terms of who is more like a cat/dog, id have to say that miyuki is more cat-like and eijun is more dog-like. but in terms of which animal they prefer, i think itd be the opposite. tho tbh eijun probably loves all animals equally >__<

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[hayaku14]

ghoulnoace replied to your post:[[MOR] I finally get home and what fucking...

ahhh i can relate. it’s that season again in the ph. i’ve my slippers ready. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

SLIPPERS?!

I see you have chosen to wield the mighty slippers as your weapon against those monstrocities. Only a few brave ones can handle the mighty slippers. Despite its pinpoint accuracy, the distance between the wielder and the enemy is far too small. You have my admiration, brave soul.

basically i can’t fucking use a slipper even if it’s on my fucking foot because oh dear god i wiill not be able to handle it if i missed and the goddamn roach crawls on me *shivers*

[katsukifatale]

helloooo tg. thank you for your amazing dbb fic! it was a really nice piece: heartfelt, fluffy, sweet, and just the right touch of plaintive. i liked how you detailed the places they went to, which makes it easier to better imagine the backdrop of the story. how the story is really just about misawa being in love, the sweet kisses, the challenges, and the promise of being a battery again. thank you for sharing something amazing with us, even tho i know that it's been pretty stressful for you. <3

aww thank you very much! i appreciate this a lot <3

[mysableeze]

A/N: I tried to keep this short haha

miyusawa: things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

“Wait,” Kuramochi’s voice cuts through the silence in the hallway, sharp and curt, “you still haven’t ended it?”

Eijun stops humming, arms tightening around the basket of clean laundry and pressing it closer to his chest as he cranes his neck forward curiously. It’s rare to hear Kuramochi sounding so stern -- so serious.

The familiar laughter that drifts through the door makes Eijun’s stomach lurch, breath catching in his throat. It’s flat and humorless; and the words that follow are similarly void of amusement, empty and lifeless: “It will.”

“What the hell, Miyuki,” Kuramochi snaps, volume rising sharply, then it abruptly softens to an urgent hissing whisper, like he remembers they aren’t exactly granted privacy in Seidou dorms, “You said that last week.”

There’s a pregnant silence, like Miyuki is considering Kuramochi’s words, carefully picking out things he should say. “We’re just fucking,” he finally says, purposefully nonchalant, and Eijun nearly drops the basket he’s holding.

♚♚♚♚

Eijun functions just fine; his mind doesn’t drift, he doesn’t mess up during lessons, he doesn’t trip over his feet: the typical flustered heroine acts don’t apply to him apparently. In fact, he becomes more aware -- almost painfully aware -- of his surroundings (of Miyuki), ears straining to hear the feigned amusement in Miyuki’s laughter, the occasional glint that appears in his eyes for a brief moment, and the fleeting, warning eye contact between Kuramochi and Miyuki that has Eijun’s gut clenching queasily to the point he feels nauseous.

Eijun supposes that it’s inevitable for Miyuki and him to end up alone, now that he’s the ace and Miyuki’s the first-string catcher. He pitches to Koushuu sometimes to build up their battery in preparation for the coming year, but that’s just that; Koushuu’s a talented and hardworking catcher in his own right, but playing catch with him is completely different to playing catch with Miyuki. Perhaps it’s because Miyuki is Sawamura’s motivation, or perhaps it’s because they’ve worked together as a battery longer than Sawamura can remember. Or perhaps because it’s just, well, Miyuki. It feels pretty self-explanatory somehow, and Eijun is kind of pleased with that answer. 

“You look constipated, Sawamura,” Miyuki remarks lightly, catching the ball aimed straight for his face as the corners of his mouth twist to his usual taunting smirk. Eijun’s face twists to a sulky scowl. It’s a layer of security, Eijun suddenly realizes, this facade of grinning teeth and sharp retorts, and he wonders why it took him so long to see it. 

“...Oi.” 

“Yeah?” Eijun answers absentmindedly as he picks another ball from the basket beside him. He glances at Miyuki for a brief moment, then averts his eyes back to baseball he’s twisting on his palm, the rough seams scratching past his skin in a comforting, familiar manner. “Just one more.”

Miyuki levels a shrewd, quiet look on Eijun, and then he nods. “One more,” he says with a tone of finality.

♚♚♚♚

“Why are you doing your laundry so late?!” Eijun demands, stomping into the room and slamming his basket of unwashed clothes on the benches determinedly. “It’s my time!” 

“Well,” Miyuki starts, a single brow lifting as if saying what can you do about it, “a certain someone said one more when he clearly meant fifteen.” 

Eijun feels heat rushing right up to the tips of his ears, but he doesn’t back down, instead opting to pull the clothes out from his basket and piling them in his arms. “Well, someone didn’t protest, anyway!” Eijun says indignantly as he loads the pile of clothes into the unoccupied washer, conveniently ignoring Miyuki’s laughter. 

Eijun closes the lid and steps back after he’s done, dropping down on the seat next to Miyuki as the low, steady drones of whirring washing machines fill the air.  

Eijun glances sideways after a quiet minute passes, watches Miyuki fit his mouth against his palm, eyes staring into seemingly nothingness, and Eijun senses that he probably doesn’t intend to start a conversation. But the question burns raw and hot in his throat, a huge weight pressing down on his chest and clawing itself out from inside. 

“You aren’t dating anyone?” Eijun blurts out, the question pitched far too loud and clumsy. 

Miyuki turns his head, and something flickers in his eyes as he stares at Eijun for a moment. Then his lips curl, veering close to a sneer, “Why? Interested, Sawamura?”

Eijun forces a snort from his nose even as his heart slams quicker and faster in his chest, wondering if he’s being far too obvious. He averts his gaze to the whitewashed tiles of the walls, grounds out, “Too nasty for me to consider, senpai.” 

Miyuki throws his head back and laughs, then between wheezes, says, “I’m glad you’ve enough sense, Bakamura!”

Eijun doesn’t rise up to the bait and merely waits for Miyuki to calm down from his laughing fit -- he doesn’t even understand what’s so funny, frankly. 

“So?” Eijun probes again. 

A side of Miyuki’s mouth tugs upwards, like he’s considering it. “Not really,” he replies, “as you said, too nasty.” His smirk pulls back to a cheeky grin. 

“Not really?” Eijun repeats.

An emotion that looks misplaced flashes across Miyuki’s face and he looks away, a contemplative hum from his lips. “You’re being strangely inquisitive, Sawamura,” he finally says.

“You’re dodging my question,” Eijun points out stubbornly. 

The silence that drifts atop them is heavy and tense, and Eijun almost regrets throwing the question out of blue. It’s not like they’re particularly close, anyway: Miyuki is his catcher and captain, and Eijun is just the ace pitcher, and they form a battery -- as simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less. Eijun doesn’t have the right to demand an answer from Miyuki, and so he clamps his mouth resolutely shut this time, fingers curling into his palms on the bench, nails digging deep and leaving imprints.  

The resounding beep of the washing machine echoes far too loud in the space that suddenly seems far too big and Miyuki gets up without a word, loading his clean clothes into his basket and shutting the lid down. He stays there for a moment, back facing Eijun, and then he grabs the basket and turns to leave.

♚♚♚♚

“That was the last time.” 

Eijun freezes by the door that was left ajar and peeks in. Miyuki is sitting at the edge of his bed, an arm leaning on his thigh as he bends forward, phone pressed to his ear. His posture looks relaxed, but the lines etched at the corners of his lips are anything but. “We both know it should have ended long ago.”

Something ugly and angry simmers at the stress that’s laid bare on Miyuki’s face because no, he should not be subjected to whatever the other person is doing to him. 

“I said -- ”

Eijun flings the door open, and it bangs loudly against the wall with the impact of his swing. Miyuki’s eyes widen momentarily as his head snaps towards Eijun. Alarm skims past his face for the briefest of seconds before everything immediately shuts down to a schooled, nonchalant expression, then Miyuki utters, “I’ll talk to you later,” and hangs up the call. 

“How much did you hear?” Miyuki asks, voice deadly calm. 

Eijun narrows his eyes at him, deciding that he’s not backing down this time. “Enough,” he replies, crossing his arms and planting himself right in front of the door just in case. 

“My, an eavesdropper now, Sawamura?” Miyuki drawls, the familiar condescension dangling at the edges of his mouth. Eijun remains unperturbed, unimpressed by Miyuki’s attempt to do whatever he’s intending to. 

“Okay, look, I’m not going to run away,” Miyuki says lightly, an annoyingly taunting smirk slanting across his lips as he jerks his head to the door. “Close it.”

Eijun complies, and immediately after the door clicks shut, he whirls around to face Miyuki. “What was that?”

“So you’ve heard something before this,” Miyuki states matter-of-factly, in a detached manner. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Eijun steps forward, closing the distance between them to a few inches. “You don’t look happy at all.” 

“Wait.” Miyuki lifts a brow like he’s thoroughly entertained. “You barged into my room because I didn’t look happy?”

Eijun’s face scrunches up to a semblance of a sulk and scowl combined, and Miyuki doubles over, laughter tumbling out of him freely. “I can’t believe you!”

“I’m not joking!” Eijun snaps sharply. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.”

Miyuki’s brows both raise, the challenge clear on his expression. “Interesting that you think we’re close enough for that, Sawamura.”

Eijun slaps and suppresses the hurt that rises up within him, curling and twisting his insides mercilessly and making him sick. He kind of deserved that, he supposes. He realized that they are not particularly close long ago, but he demanded for truth from Miyuki when he knows how it’s difficult to even pry a genuine remark from the perpetually-guarded catcher. He doesn’t allow that tasteless emotion to deter him however; he impulsively decides that yes, Miyuki is more important here, and he’s determined to do whatever he can help.

“Maybe we are not,” Eijun agrees easily, and it appears that it’s not the answer that Miyuki is expecting because his eyes widen by a fraction for a split second before he glances away. “But it’s obviously not healthy -- whatever you’re doing. You should stop.”

Miyuki laughs that grating laughter again -- it’s humorless and bitter, and Eijun hates it, but he shoves the thought away for now. “Sawamura, if you continue pursuing it, I’m going to start thinking you like me.” He wiggles his brows suggestively. “Does our ace actually swing that way?”

Eijun decides he’s had enough. He takes a wide step forward, fists the front of Miyuki’s shirt and hauls him forward with a snarl. “I’m being serious. Stop dodging my questions, damn it!”

The humor slinks away from Miyuki’s face; his expression darkens as his eyes narrow into slits -- a sign that he’s getting annoyed, or maybe even furious. Eijun thinks it’s better than him pretending everything’s okay and finds himself not afraid of Miyuki’s wrath at all. “You forget your place, Sawamura.”

It’s a low blow and it stings doubly hard with the icy tone of Miyuki’s, but Eijun has really gone too far to stop now. “Don’t do this where I can hear it, then,” Eijun snaps, meeting Miyuki’s eyes steadily without fear. 

Miyuki’s jaw clenched, then the agitation that was previously there moments ago disappears in a flash. “All right,” he says, hand reaching up to Eijun’s fist, fingers wrapping around Eijun’s wrist and making warmth rush up Eijun’s neck from where he touched. Eijun obediently releases him now, and Miyuki’s fingers brush past Eijun’s knuckles in a fleeting touch as he pulls his hand back. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough, I think,” Eijun answers. He thinks he has a brief idea of what’s going on already, anyway. “Kuramochi-senpai thinks it’s harming you, isn’t he? I think it’s toxic, too. You should end the relationship.”

“You’re pretty sharp, sometimes,” Miyuki says, sounding mildly surprised, “too bad it doesn’t show on field.”

“Hey, you asshole -- ”

“But that’s where I come in, anyway.” Miyuki’s mouth pulls back to his usual cheeky grin, and his eyes look a tiny bit lighter, somehow. 

Eijun doesn’t dwell on it, however, choosing to scowl at Miyuki and punching him on the shoulder instead. “Someone needs to give your ego a good stamp some time.” 

Miyuki laughs, and this time it sounds okay, sounds like he’s genuinely amused, so Eijun doesn’t remark on it. “I have you for that.” Casually, he reaches over and slings an arm around Eijun’s shoulder before ruffling Eijun’s hair with a snicker. 

Eijun growls, about to tug Miyuki’s heavy arm away from his shoulder -- not to mention it giving him strange, queasy feelings in his abdomen -- when Miyuki leans in close, lips barely an inch from Eijun’s ear. He freezes up immediately, breath caught in his throat. 

“Don’t worry. I’m ending it.” 

Eijun doesn’t think his heart has ever beaten so hard and fast before in his life, when Miyuki presses so close against him that the smell of body shampoo washes over him, and an unwarranted thought drifts into his mind in surprising clarity: ...I can get used to this. 

♚♚♚♚

Eijun feels something is off when he realizes that Miyuki’s not in the cafeteria the next day with the rest of the third-years, and the spot beside Kuramochi is taken by Zono instead. A worried frown pushes his brows together as he scans around him. 

“Who are you looking for, Eijun-kun?” Haruichi asks curiously, putting his tray of food down beside Eijun.

Eijun shrugs. “I was just wondering where Miyuki is.”

Furuya stops mid-chew and looks up with a blank expression. “I don’t think he’s here in the first place.”

♚♚♚♚

It’s nearly nine, and Eijun grabs his phone that he manages to dig from under his bedsheets and glances out of the window, pressing his lips together in a firm line. The raindrops platter against the window and makes silent splashes before it trickles down in zig-zag motions. 

Eijun watches it, momentarily entranced. Then in a brief second, he makes his decision. He digs into his bag for his umbrella and heads out of his room, opening the umbrella as he steps down the stairs. The umbrella has a large enough canopy to shelter for two, so Eijun is comfortably dry and safe from the rain. 

He absently walks around the dorms, breaths coming out in swirling white puffs as he shudders from the cold wind that whips past his thin long sleeves of his sweater now and then. He doesn’t even know what he’s searching for, really. 

He has no idea how long he has walked around aimlessly for when his phone vibrates in his pocket, and it’s so abrupt that it startles Eijun to a jerk. Eijun fumbles with the handle of the umbrella and reaches into his pocket for his phone, flipping it open to answer the call.

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if you’ll answer.” The familiar voice makes Eijun’s chest tighten, and Eijun is quiet as he waits for Miyuki to continue, feet suddenly going back to the school gates like an instinctive, gravitating reaction. 

“I... well, I don’t even know why I called you,” Miyuki says, and he pauses like he’s actually at a loss for words. Eijun turns the corner around the building, feels that he shouldn’t interrupt Miyuki now, and continues determinedly forward silently. “But well, I did it. So you can actually get off my case and finally start acting like the underclassman you should -- oh.”

Miyuki stops in the middle of his sentence, and he’s so still, standing at the gates that Eijun thinks Miyuki may actually have stopped breathing. 

“Yeah, I’m here, senpai,” Eijun murmurs when he realizes Miyuki looks like he’s not ready to speak, then closes his phone with a sound click and shoves it back into his pocket. He takes a wide step forward and tilts his head to the empty space beside him, under the umbrella. He doesn’t comment on Miyuki’s drenched form, hair plastered down and dripping wet. “Coming?”

“You brat,” Miyuki says, and it makes Eijun’s heart flutter because he knows he has never heard Miyuki speak to him that way before -- so void of bite, like it’s unwittingly bursting at the seams with affection that he can’t even begin to hide. Miyuki moves forward and ducks under the canopy with Eijun, damp sleeve pressing against Eijun’s dry one. “Damn, it’s cold.”

“Of course it is, you idiot,” Eijun says dryly as he tugs Miyuki to the direction of the dorms so they can start moving, and Miyuki throws his head back and barks out a laugh. 

♚♚♚♚

the ‘I’m here’ was inspired by a haikyuu!! doujinshi, which I forgot the name of, but it gave me such a striking image of miyusawa... I hope it turned out all right, and this suits what y’all wanted.