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Strike! Batter Out!

Title: Strike! Batter, Out!

Anime: Diamond No Ace

Pairing: MiyuSawa—Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun

Description: It only took three strikes for the prestigious Seidou Baseball Club to completely fall under his charms—seriously, who could even resist Sawamura Eijun's cute antics?

「 Strike One : An Ordinary Morning 」

❝Oi, Bakamura! Wake up now or you'll be late for morning practice!❞

It was only four in the morning, but Kuramochi was already wide awake. Well, it was ordinary—something which was part of the daily routine—because the coach was strict when it comes to punctuality. No one would ever dare to be late on their practices or a heavy punishment would be bestowed upon them. They could not simply sleep all the way they wanted because morning practice was always just around the corner.

But look at the idiotic southpaw still sleeping like a baby, succumbing under the comfort of his blankets and pillows. His limbs were in a tangled mess between three pillows and his shirt was crawled upwards, an indication that he moved a lot while sleeping. He was even oblivious of the fact that a mere minute late might cost his position on the first-string.

Grabbing a pillow, Kuramochi smacked Sawamura's face with it, earning a whining grunt from the mentioned first year, ❝Stop hurting me, you cheetah!❞

Now awake, Sawamura had his i-just-woke-up face—hair disheveled, eyes half-closed and cheeks flushed—on. He was pouting like a duck due to the sudden interruption of his sleep, and this had been noticed by the loudly laughing shortstop.

❝Stop being a baby and start fixing yourself up or else you will be late for morning practice, idiot!❞ The realization hit Sawamura, eyes wide as he looked at the time on his phone. Countless cusses were heard, and the first year already stumbled away to ready himself, leaving a very amused Kuramochi.

The idiot's reactions never failed Kuramochi. Eversince their first meeting when the second year and Masuko greeted Sawamura by scaring the hell out of him, he already deemed that the brat was up for some entertaining shenanigans.

Who was he to deny the fact that Sawamura was a ball of sunshine, aye? It will never be the same again without the mentioned pitcher.

❝You really love bullying Sawamura-chan.❞ Masuko muttered, entering the room with a pudding on his hand. He was already on his practice get-up that made Kuramochi to gasp, ❝Masuko-san, you are earlier today!❞

The third year just shrugged him off and continued eating his sweet treat.

❝But yeah.❞ the shortstop started while grinning widely, ❝He is just so fun to tease with. His reactions are cute—❞ realizing his choice of words, Kuramochi suddenly turned red from the tips of his ears down to his neck.

Masuko nodded, agreeing and chewing his pudding at the same time. He ignored the fact that his roommate was currently blushing hard. ❝Sawamura-chan is definitely too cute for this world.❞

Kuramochi, who could not regain his composure back, just ran out of the room to calm his retarded adrenaline down. There was no way in hell that he would see Sawamura as someone cute—heck, no. The guy was definitely cute. Who was he fooling? But it was just an ordinary impulse for someone who admired Sawamura as his younger brother, right? Right.

———

The morning practice had started. It was clear that the shortstop was ignoring the pitcher, making Sawamura to be pouty. It didn't help that the other members were all teasing him, as well.

❝Kuramochi senpai, practice fielding with me—❞ and for the umpteenth time of that day, Sawamura was answered by a cold breeze of air. Kuramochi just passed through him like he was invisible. This made the southpaw grumpier, stomping his feet on the ground.

❝Oi, oi, what happened? Why is 'Mochi ignoring you?❞

Miyuki ran to Sawamura's aid, tapping the stressed pitcher on his shoulder. Yet, the catcher was up for a surprise when the first year looked at him with teary eyes and quivering lips. He did not expect that at all.

Unconsciously, Miyuki reached out to mess Sawamura's hair. He was swallowed by the feeling of the southpaw's soft strands, slowly endevouring his fingers in every caress. His affection seemingly passed to Sawamura successfully for the mentioned pitcher looked up at him with a flustered face.

Sawamura opened his mouth only for his voice to fail on coming out. He tried again, and finally, something like a screech came out. ❝What the heck are you doing, you perverted senpai?!❞

Caught off guard, Miyuki blinked repeatedly before completely comprehending what his battery partner just spouted out. The catcher fisted his hand before hitting Sawamura's head this time.

❝Show some respect to your senpai, idiot.❞ Miyuki sighed, eyeing the pitcher who was rubbing his scalp with annoyance present on his emotions.

The glint on his glasses covered the amusement on his orbs as he watched Sawamura's every antic. Miyuki was really fond of the fact that he could tease the first year all he wanted, and Sawamura would never cease on giving him the reactions he would ask for.

Miyuki even thought that it must be one of the reason why their battery worked like magic. Sawamura would pitch his ball and he would catch it no matter what. Their rhythm was just totally synchronized with each other. It must be destined that they met during that time when Sawamura first visited Seidou.

Ah, was he going too far? Even thinking that they were destined—come on, Miyuki. That was too sappy.

❝Hello? Earth to Miyuki Kazuya.❞

The catcher was pulled away from his trance when the cause of his ministrations snapped his fingers in front of his dazed eyes. He could not help but to smile when he saw that Sawamura was rather worried about him.

He held the pitcher's hand before gently squeezing it. ❝Worried about me, Sawamura?❞ A smirk present on his lips.

Sawamura then became a flower blossoming with red shades, slapping Miyuki's shoulder with all of his might.

❝Just go die, you stupid Miyuki Kazuya!❞

———

From the other side of the field, Isashiki, Tetsu and Kominato were all looking at the disturbing scene before them. Sawamura and Miyuki were surely creating such a riot, making the practice to be more difficult to accomplish.

❝SAWAMURA, MIYUKI! STOP ON FLIRTING AND START PRACTICING!❞ Jun yelled with a nerve threatening to pop on his temple, waving his bat on the air as if he was indicating that he would send it flying to the battery's direction. Jun was pissed that Miyuki could carelessly act like that with Sawamura. No, it was not jealousy, but he would admit that he'd want to spend more time with the pitcher. But the least thing he could do for now was to defend his back whenever he pitch on the mound. Jun just hoped that it was already enough.

The captain just simply stared at his underclassmen quietly. His aura was thick, though. It was safe to say that Tetsu wanted to talk with Sawamura just like how Miyuki was talking to him. But, he was sure that it was impossible especially without the game that the two of them played together before—he would make sure to ask the pitcher for a battle of shogi later.

The eldest Kominato then spoke with his signature knowing smile, ❝Sawamura is surely loved, isn't he?❞

【 Strike Count : 01 】

———

「 Strike Two : Hugging Monster 」

❝What are you doing, Sawamura?❞

Chris was not sure if what he should do at a situation like this. He was deemed as an intellect, but his mind failed to process what was happening before him. He let his guard down, and he could only blame himself for it.

The boisterous pitcher was currently hugging him on the waist with a wide smile and flustered cheeks on his face. Sawamura even rubbed his cheek on Chris's cloth before answering his beloved senpai's question, ❝I am hugging you, master.❞ Happiness could be heard on his tune.

The mentioned third year gulped the lump in his throat, clearly trying to calm himself down.

❝Sawamura, one minute's up! Move to the next one!❞ Kanemaru then yelped, waving his hand frantically to catch the southpaw's attention.

Reluctantly, Sawamura pulled away from the hug with a slight pout on his lips. ❝I want to hug Chris senpai more.❞

Chris smiled a bit, a warm feeling creeping on his system due to what he had heard. ❝What's happening?❞ He then asked the southpaw to understand the shenanigans that the two first years were pulling which was answered by an excited screech, ❝Kanemaru dared me to hug every third years!❞ before proceeding to his next victim.

The former catcher just chuckled and shook his head. The baseball club really became too rowdy when Sawamura joined, and no one seemed to be complaining.

It was not more than ten minutes when Chris heard a loud scream from the other side of the building, leaving him on the edge of cackling hard.

❝WHY ARE YOU HUGGING ME, BAKAMURA?!"

Ah, he could already imagine Jun's flustered face. Everything really became more interesting eversince Sawamura happened to them.

———

It was yet again the traditional gathering in Miyuki's room that night, but instead of a game console, the television was busy flashing a certain movie which Sawamura chose himself—Lion King.

The others were not even watching. Tetsu was busy playing shogi all by himself while Kuramochi was tapping on his phone, endlessly. Sawamura had no any intention to ask whoever in hell that his roommate was talking to, but he would admit that he wanted some attention. Leaning on his shoulder was a sleepy Miyuki who kept on blinking just to have more focus. Jun, on the other hand, was busy talking with Ryousuke.

Despite of all the different antics surrounding him, Sawamura tried his best to focus on the movie alone. It was his favorite movie, and yes, even if he had watched it a couple of times already, he would never get tired of it.

❝Bakamura, give me some hug.❞

Miyuki suddenly muttered from his side, nuzzling his nose on the southpaw's shoulder. Evidently enough, the catcher was already drowsy due to exhaustion and Sawamura was so sure that the mentioned man would be snoring already after a few seconds. He would bet on that.

Groaning, Sawamura found himself following the order and wrapped his arm around Miyuki's waist, pulling him closer. ❝Better catch all of my pitches, idiot senpai.❞ The pitcher pouted, but all he had received was a gentle nod from the catcher.

At this point, Isashiki noticed the position of the battery that he began pointing them out with a loud voice, ❝Ah! Stop flirting in front of us!❞

❝Senpai, don't be selfish. You already got a hug from Sawamura awhile ago.❞ Miyuki sleepily smirked, stating a fact that made Isashiki to burst into hues of the roses. Cusses left the third year's lips, but was abruptly stopped when Tetsu glared at him.

The captain then stared at Sawamura who was shutting off the bickerings of his upperclassmen and was completely focused on watching the movie. He inwardly smiled before muttering incoherently, ❝I would want some hug from him, as well.❞

Kominato just chuckled at the scene unfolding before his eyes. He was already satisfied watching from the corners like this. The things that only Sawamura Eijun could do were really something to be amused about.

❝I will give everyone a hug then!❞ Sawamura declared, opening his arms widely while grinning toothily.

【 Strike Count : 02 】

———

「 Strike Three : In Sickness 」

Sawamura was having a hard time. There was a throbbing in his skull that seemed to travel onto his eyes, making them to burn like hell. He could not even move his limbs due to the heaviness that he was feeling.

Ah, he needed to stand up already so he could prepare for morning practice, but he could not find any strength to do so. It felt like there was a large hubris of cement on him.

❝Stop twisting too much, Sawamura!❞ Kuramochi yelled from the upper bed, peeking from his position. If Sawamura managed to reply back or not, it was already swallowed by an agonized groan.

He buried himself more under the thick blankets when he felt a shiver ran through his system. The southpaw could not even comprehend what happened for him to feel like this.

This reaction left a confuse mark on Kuramochi, getting worried for his roommate's current condition. Thus, he made his way to the lower bunk and gently patted Sawamura's cheek.

And, shit. He was burning up.

❝You have a fever.❞ He muttered, brushing the locks which were covering the first year's face. Due to that, he could clearly see how flushed Sawamura's face was, adding to the fact that he was sweating profusely.

❝Hnn, senpai…❞

❝Shh, it is fine. Get some more sleep.❞

With Kuramochi's assurance, Sawamura managed to weakly smile before he let himself to succumb into the void of nothingness once again.

The shortstop began working the moment he felt that Sawamura lost consciousness. He brushed the first year's wet hair before turning to Masuko's side of the room, ❝Masuko senpai, the idiot is burning up. I will tell the coach that he will skip today's practice.❞ which was replied with a swift nod.

❝Let me help on wiping him off.❞ Masuko smiled at him and started moving to get a towel and a basin of water. This made Kuramochi to chuckle, looking at the sleeping Sawamura beside him.

❝Be thankful that you have such caring roommates.❞ He said with a grin, and in some irritating instant, the pitcher scrunched his nose in displease as if disagreeing on the shortstop's statement.

❝I would hit you now if you are not sick, bastard.❞ Kuramochi warned, knocking Sawamura's forehead as to prove his point.

———

❝So, even idiots get sick, huh?❞

Miyuki chuckled, eating his portion of breakfast as Kuramochi sighed in front of him. There was stress lingering on the shortstop's aura that was not left unnoticed by the catcher.

Retorting with a groan, Kuramochi complained, ❝His fever is as persistent as he is. It doesn't go down at all!❞

❝Did you give him medicine already?❞ Miyuki asked with worry. Even if he was considered as a jerk, he knew when a sickness was already terrible, and there might be a chance that his battery partner's fever was worse more than it seemed to be.

Kuramochi answered with a nod, brushing his hair backwards before eating his own breakfast. Truth to be told, he didn't have any appetite to eat, but it would only cause trouble if he would not eat. It was one of the golden rules of the club, anyways.

On the other hand, Miyuki finished his food already and abruptly stood up, ❝I'll go and check him out.❞

Once Miyuki arrived at Sawamura's room, he could hear coughs already. And to top it all, it seemed like that the pitcher was choking on his own breath. This made Miyuki to worry even more but he tried his best not show it.

❝You really are sick, huh?❞ He smugly said when he entered the room, seeing the southpaw's condition first hand. Sawamura was flushed all throughout with dazed orbs. He had irregular breathing pattern that was casually broken apart by simultaneous coughs.

❝M-miyuki... senpai?❞

Wait, what? Miyuki was not sure if he heard it right, but Sawamura just called him senpai, right? That was obviously so not Sawamura for the said pitcher did not have any respect in his system. He was a pool of boisterous brat covered with baseball passion. Deifinitely not a respectful lad at all.

Chuckling, Miyuki sat down on the space of Sawamura's bed before caressing the latter's cheek. It was evident on every brush that his fingers were being engulfed with an abnormal rising heat.

❝Oi, oi. Don't tell me that fever knocked your head down, Bakamura.❞ The catcher teased, pinching his pitcher's cheek lightly. Into his amusement, Sawamura leaned more to his palm and began rubbing his cheek on his skin. Miyuki would even admit that Sawamura looked like a puppy asking for attention at the moment.

A smile came in Sawamura's fever-induced face, looking at Miyuki with half-lidded eyes. His usual burning golden orbs were now dull. ❝I am glad that Miyuki senpai is here.❞

Thump.

The catcher could not comprehend why he could hear his heartbeat so loudly. It was quiet in the room, but he was so sure that it was almost impossible to hear his own heart, but when Sawamura said those words he was proven wrong.

❝Yeah, I am here.❞ He muttered, fixing the blanket on Sawamura's top before leaning in to rest his forehead on the other's. ❝Your fever is still quite high.❞

The brunette just groan in distress, moving his head so he could feel more of his catcher's heat. He then reached upwards, arms opened widely.

❝Cold.❞

With the statement and the gesture, Miyuki knew what Sawamura wanted. It was rather endearing that the pitcher looked to be clingier this time around, but the former also knew that this was because of the fever.

Sighing, Miyuki laid beside Sawamura and then wrapped his arms around the other's waist. He pulled him closer, making the southpaw to bury his face on Miyuki's chest. This left a smile on Miyuki's face. Come on, his pitcher was so cute.

❝You are such a baby.❞ He chuckled, kissing the top of Sawamura's head.

Miyuki didn't even know what in hell he was doing anymore. He was being too affectionate towards Sawamura, but it just felt so right and he also wanted to do this, nevertheless.

❝Miyuki senpai...❞ Sawamura called, looking up at Miyuki before kissing the latter's lips. ❝...I like you.❞

The mumble was heard by Miyuki despite the loud drum banging against his chest. He was flustered beyond comprehension, eyes wide but in satisfaction.

He seriously wanted to shout out of glee, and just dance his adrenaline away, but he could not. He was hugging his Sawamura, and there was no way in hell that he would let go of him.

Miyuki didn't even know if Sawamura would remember that he just confessed to him once he was back on his feet, but the catcher could not care more. He would just make the pitcher remember if that's what was needed to do.

❝Ah, seriously.❞ He muttered, tightening his embrace on Sawamura before staring at his face for a few minute.

Thump.

❝Fine. I like you too, idiot.❞

———

The door creaked open, revealing the head of Ryousuke. He was smiling knowingly while looking at the affectionate display.

Miyuki had fallen asleep on the process, and his limbs were tangled on Sawamura. His face was buried on the pitcher's head while the latter was rubbing his cheek unconsciously on Miyuki's chest.

This was bound to happen sooner or later, but to actually witness this made Ryousuke to chuckle.

The pink-haired fished his phone out of his pocket, opening it before capturing the battery's current position.

【 Strike Count : 03 】

Well, if it was Eijun Sawamura we were talking about then it was not a surprise anymore that he would be able to strike out not only in baseball, but also in his teammates' lives.

Oh. Particularly, Miyuki Kazuya's life.

END.

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Strike! Batter Out!

Title: Strike! Batter, Out!

Anime: Diamond No Ace

Pairing: MiyuSawa—Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun

Description: It only took three strikes for the prestigious Seidou Baseball Club to completely fall under his charms—seriously, who could even resist Sawamura Eijun's cute antics?

「 Strike One : An Ordinary Morning 」

❝Oi, Bakamura! Wake up now or you'll be late for morning practice!❞

Grabbing a pillow, Kuramochi smacked Sawamura's face with it, earning a whining grunt from the mentioned first year, ❝Stop hurting me, you cheetah!❞

Who was he to deny the fact that Sawamura was a ball of sunshine, aye? It will never be the same again without the mentioned pitcher.

The third year just shrugged him off and continued eating his sweet treat.

Masuko nodded, agreeing and chewing his pudding at the same time. He ignored the fact that his roommate was currently blushing hard. ❝Sawamura-chan is definitely too cute for this world.❞

———

The morning practice had started. It was clear that the shortstop was ignoring the pitcher, making Sawamura to be pouty. It didn't help that the other members were all teasing him, as well.

❝Oi, oi, what happened? Why is 'Mochi ignoring you?❞

Sawamura opened his mouth only for his voice to fail on coming out. He tried again, and finally, something like a screech came out. ❝What the heck are you doing, you perverted senpai?!❞

Caught off guard, Miyuki blinked repeatedly before completely comprehending what his battery partner just spouted out. The catcher fisted his hand before hitting Sawamura's head this time.

❝Show some respect to your senpai, idiot.❞ Miyuki sighed, eyeing the pitcher who was rubbing his scalp with annoyance present on his emotions.

Ah, was he going too far? Even thinking that they were destined—come on, Miyuki. That was too sappy.

❝Hello? Earth to Miyuki Kazuya.❞

He held the pitcher's hand before gently squeezing it. ❝Worried about me, Sawamura?❞ A smirk present on his lips.

Sawamura then became a flower blossoming with red shades, slapping Miyuki's shoulder with all of his might.

❝Just go die, you stupid Miyuki Kazuya!❞

———

The eldest Kominato then spoke with his signature knowing smile, ❝Sawamura is surely loved, isn't he?❞

【 Strike Count : 01 】

———

「 Strike Two : Hugging Monster 」

❝What are you doing, Sawamura?❞

The mentioned third year gulped the lump in his throat, clearly trying to calm himself down.

❝Sawamura, one minute's up! Move to the next one!❞ Kanemaru then yelped, waving his hand frantically to catch the southpaw's attention.

Reluctantly, Sawamura pulled away from the hug with a slight pout on his lips. ❝I want to hug Chris senpai more.❞

The former catcher just chuckled and shook his head. The baseball club really became too rowdy when Sawamura joined, and no one seemed to be complaining.

It was not more than ten minutes when Chris heard a loud scream from the other side of the building, leaving him on the edge of cackling hard.

❝WHY ARE YOU HUGGING ME, BAKAMURA?!"

Ah, he could already imagine Jun's flustered face. Everything really became more interesting eversince Sawamura happened to them.

———

It was yet again the traditional gathering in Miyuki's room that night, but instead of a game console, the television was busy flashing a certain movie which Sawamura chose himself—Lion King.

❝Bakamura, give me some hug.❞

At this point, Isashiki noticed the position of the battery that he began pointing them out with a loud voice, ❝Ah! Stop flirting in front of us!❞

❝I will give everyone a hug then!❞ Sawamura declared, opening his arms widely while grinning toothily.

【 Strike Count : 02 】

———

「 Strike Three : In Sickness 」

Ah, he needed to stand up already so he could prepare for morning practice, but he could not find any strength to do so. It felt like there was a large hubris of cement on him.

❝Stop twisting too much, Sawamura!❞ Kuramochi yelled from the upper bed, peeking from his position. If Sawamura managed to reply back or not, it was already swallowed by an agonized groan.

He buried himself more under the thick blankets when he felt a shiver ran through his system. The southpaw could not even comprehend what happened for him to feel like this.

This reaction left a confuse mark on Kuramochi, getting worried for his roommate's current condition. Thus, he made his way to the lower bunk and gently patted Sawamura's cheek.

And, shit. He was burning up.

❝Hnn, senpai…❞

❝Shh, it is fine. Get some more sleep.❞

With Kuramochi's assurance, Sawamura managed to weakly smile before he let himself to succumb into the void of nothingness once again.

❝Let me help on wiping him off.❞ Masuko smiled at him and started moving to get a towel and a basin of water. This made Kuramochi to chuckle, looking at the sleeping Sawamura beside him.

❝Be thankful that you have such caring roommates.❞ He said with a grin, and in some irritating instant, the pitcher scrunched his nose in displease as if disagreeing on the shortstop's statement.

❝I would hit you now if you are not sick, bastard.❞ Kuramochi warned, knocking Sawamura's forehead as to prove his point.

———

❝So, even idiots get sick, huh?❞

Miyuki chuckled, eating his portion of breakfast as Kuramochi sighed in front of him. There was stress lingering on the shortstop's aura that was not left unnoticed by the catcher.

Retorting with a groan, Kuramochi complained, ❝His fever is as persistent as he is. It doesn't go down at all!❞

On the other hand, Miyuki finished his food already and abruptly stood up, ❝I'll go and check him out.❞

❝M-miyuki... senpai?❞

Chuckling, Miyuki sat down on the space of Sawamura's bed before caressing the latter's cheek. It was evident on every brush that his fingers were being engulfed with an abnormal rising heat.

A smile came in Sawamura's fever-induced face, looking at Miyuki with half-lidded eyes. His usual burning golden orbs were now dull. ❝I am glad that Miyuki senpai is here.❞

Thump.

❝Yeah, I am here.❞ He muttered, fixing the blanket on Sawamura's top before leaning in to rest his forehead on the other's. ❝Your fever is still quite high.❞

The brunette just groan in distress, moving his head so he could feel more of his catcher's heat. He then reached upwards, arms opened widely.

❝Cold.❞

❝You are such a baby.❞ He chuckled, kissing the top of Sawamura's head.

Miyuki didn't even know what in hell he was doing anymore. He was being too affectionate towards Sawamura, but it just felt so right and he also wanted to do this, nevertheless.

❝Miyuki senpai...❞ Sawamura called, looking up at Miyuki before kissing the latter's lips. ❝...I like you.❞

The mumble was heard by Miyuki despite the loud drum banging against his chest. He was flustered beyond comprehension, eyes wide but in satisfaction.

He seriously wanted to shout out of glee, and just dance his adrenaline away, but he could not. He was hugging his Sawamura, and there was no way in hell that he would let go of him.

❝Ah, seriously.❞ He muttered, tightening his embrace on Sawamura before staring at his face for a few minute.

Thump.

❝Fine. I like you too, idiot.❞

———

The door creaked open, revealing the head of Ryousuke. He was smiling knowingly while looking at the affectionate display.

Miyuki had fallen asleep on the process, and his limbs were tangled on Sawamura. His face was buried on the pitcher's head while the latter was rubbing his cheek unconsciously on Miyuki's chest.

This was bound to happen sooner or later, but to actually witness this made Ryousuke to chuckle.

The pink-haired fished his phone out of his pocket, opening it before capturing the battery's current position.

【 Strike Count : 03 】

Well, if it was Eijun Sawamura we were talking about then it was not a surprise anymore that he would be able to strike out not only in baseball, but also in his teammates' lives.

Oh. Particularly, Miyuki Kazuya's life.

END.

#diamond no ace #ace of diamond #miyusawa #miyuki kazuya #sawamura eijun #sawamura x everyone #fever #sick #romance #fluff #isashiki jun #tetsu yuuki #kominato ryousuke #kuramochi youichi

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