Eye On The Ball - Yuto
A/N: this is just a super short thing I felt like writing, lowkey not so great, but I luv Yuman
“I give up-”
You lowered the bat, your lips forming into a deep frown. Yuto pursed his lips, stepping into the cage.
“You can’t give up-” he retorted.
He pressed a button, turning off the automatic-pitcher.
“I always miss…”
A gentle finger poked your cheek, your sheepish gaze meeting Yuto’s. Your frown disappeared, a soft giggle escaping you. He was too adorable when serious.
“Let’s try again.”
He guiding your uncoordinated figure through the motions. He grinned, his foot sliding between your own, gruffly hitting the inside of your left foot.
“Widen your stance,” he corrected, his gentle hands moving to your elbow next.
“Keep your eye on the ball,” he instructed, tightening your loose ponytail affectionately.
You nodded, inhaling sharply as he pressed the yellow button beside you, stepping back, crossing his arms. He watched you keenly, finding your clumsy nature rather charming. A gentle smile graced his lips as you whined lowly, fixing your stance once again. His gaze began to wander, falling upon your parted lips, watching as they softly uttered a curse.
He was snapped from his thoughts as you cheered loudly, slamming the yellow button.
“I DID IT!”
Yuto’s eyes widened in astonishment.
“Did you see it?!”
He faltered, unsure whether to confess or tell a white-lie.
“Good job,” he smiled, fixing the collar of your shirt.
“I knew you could.”
He drew you closer by the collar of your shirt, his nose brushing your own affectionately. You leant up, standing on the tips of your toes. Yuto let out a muffled gasp as your lips met his own eagerly.
“Greedy,” he murmured, pinching your side affectionately.
You giggled, smiling broadly.
“I’ll need a massage later,” you remarked, stretching your arms dramatically.
He rolled his eyes before humming.
