Focus On The Batter

((Independent rp/ask blog for Miyuki Kazuya. Multifandom, OC, AU, and NSFW friendly. Multiships. Side blog))

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

The first few seconds were probably the worst in terms of trying to keep himself calm. Chris wasn't easily upset, but he was quick to question his openness. Perhaps he'd gone too far. Perhaps he misread the situation. Perhaps--

He swallowed thickly, pretending it was because of the rice in his throat. Chris looked down at his plate, feeling all silly for worrying when really, it would be easy to cover up his words to being friendly and maybe nostalgic (even if he really didn't want to play pretend).

"What else?", he repeated the question and leaned back in his seat. "A lot of trips to America, actually. Mostly to learn more, but occassionally to meet up with family and old friends there." Strangely enough, he sort of grew fond of going there, even if he still felt overwhelmed by how different the culture is (despite his father doing his best of always reminding him that he basically grew up in the mids of someone with a deeply rooted personality shaped by American culture).

"No crazy parties. I'm definitely too old for this. Actually, I think I've always been too old for those kinds of social activities." His lips curved, and for a second he wondered if he should also add that there were no lady friends in his life. Then again, he wasn't so sure if he was reading between the lines with this one or if Miyuki was just curious on his own behalf...

"What about you? Any crazy parties I should know of? Or should I be prepared to see you indulge in those kinds of activities? Even if I'd pick you up if you'd need a late night drive, as one of your coaches, I'd also have to scold you for being reckless." The old Miyuki might've had trouble connecting to people, but the new one? It wasn't impossible to imagine that he'd be pretty popular.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

That startled a laugh out of Miyuki. Chris was definitely still Chris. He wanted to press if his old teammate was seeing anyone but he knew it would seem odd.

He could be patient. And part of him also didn’t want to know. Years and yet Miyuki knew if he heard Chris was in love with someone it would still break his heart all over again.

Miyuki coughed and took a sip of his drink. He could tell his cheeks were a little warm. “Well, I don’t drink much if at all but I’ve attended a few parties. The guys on the team can throw some wild ones.” And the last time he drank he somehow ended up at Sanada’s place and they made out. He swore to never get drunk again.

“I still like to go to bed early though and focus on baseball so, no big crazy changes here.” Except now he knew and accepted his sexuality and the fact that Chris was a big part of that journey.

“Let me get the bill.” He said as the ticket was left at the table.

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

Chris huffed, amused. "You're not, but something tells me that there's a few things on your mind and at least half of those ideas could help me sort out a few thoughts of mine." The worst part of starting off on a team was probably the fact that he had plans but had to figure out which ones might not be as well fitting for the team. Even with his exceptionally good perception, Chris wasn't immune to being wrong.

"Are you going to tell Sawamura?" He picked up a roll, placing it to his mouth. Telling his former battery partner could either be the best or the worst idea. Then again, he'd find out eventually regardless. "And here I was thinking that I'd be able to enjoy the peace for some more time..."

There was a chuckle, although it died down soon when Miyuki was so openly at expressing his feelings. It was a rare sight, maybe even the first time he'd witnessed it coming so easily from him. It caused a warmth washing over Chris, something old crawling from the depths of his heart to the surface and he was hesitant to indulge. Afraid that Miyuki was just exaggerating or that it just hit a string without the other intending to. Still, he couldn't leave the words without a reply, so he felt himself look down at his plate for a moment.

"I've missed you", he said, his voice soft, letting out vulnerability. It was good that they could eat to keep their mouths busy between pauses because otherwise, Chris wouldn't have felt brave enough to lay his words so open for him. And yet... his past self would've been proud of him for speaking out loud after having failed to do so throughout the entirety of high school and the time afterwards.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Miyuki almost missed it. If he wasn’t in the habit of hanging off of Chris’s every word he might have missed it actually. Fortunately that was a skill he hadn’t forgotten over time.

He could feel his face heat up and he grabbed another piece of his tuna to buy time. Miyuki was better now about opening up. It was in fact okay to feel emotions and even show them. Kuramochi said he’s friendlier, Sawamura laughs that he’s finally a human.

Being open with Chris felt different though. Everything felt different with him. And to have that same openness in return…

Ugh, why did he have to have such a huge crush on this guy? Even after all this time…

“I’m glad we get to work together again.” He smiled and went for another piece.

“So, what else have you been up to? Trips to America? Crazy parties? Lady friends?” Okay, Miyuki was too curious for his own good. But maybe if he heard Chris had a girlfriend it would help him get over this.

That was a big maybe.

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

Chris had to chuckle. "I guess it was an experience. Not as bad as you might think though. If you never dare touching his manga collection and occasionally watch some cheesy movie with him, that is."

He leaned back in his seat, watching Miyuki trying to find the right words, only to realize, that he really changed. "You seem to have grown a lot. I remember a time when you were barely able to trust anyone around you." It still worked somehow - and Chris knew very well how hard it must've been for Miyuki. "Someone like Kuramochi sounds interesting. I've looked into a few games and I can see why he's even on the team."

The waiter came back to bring their drinks and Chris nodded thankfully. "I think I can imagine who you mean by someone like Okumura. You really do have a hard time with people with a bit of a more... serious side, do you?" With that many people on the team, there were bound to be some dynamics better suited than others.

"What I think of practice? To be fair, I made my fair share of research before I joined in today. I didn't want to join any team that was willing to take me, even if that might sound a little... arrogant. But I do think that there's a good foundation after today's practice. Sometimes it feels that most games you lose come from too safe decisions. Last season, for example. I think you could've turned around that game if head coach wasn't too scared of changing his batter lineup."

Their food was brought and Chris smiled happily at the sight of sushi. He picked up his chopsticks. "I hope you're ready for me to probably piss you off during practice sooner or later", he teased.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Miyuki nodded. Chris had definitely been paying attention already. “I agree, the batting lineup still needs work in my opinion but I’m not a coach.” He winked and took a sip of his drink.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he grabbed his own chopsticks. “You’d have to try pretty hard to piss me off, senpai.” Miyuki replied with a wink, the old formality slipped without him noticing. “Sawamura is going to flip out when he finds out about your new job. Be prepared for texts. So many texts.”

He shook his head and grabbed a piece of sushi, sticking the whole thing in his mouth and gave an appreciative hum. He swallowed and sighed. “I really have missed talking to you.” Once they had gotten over the weirdness and Chris’s injury it had been easy for them to talk. It felt comfortable and Chris got him in a way most didn’t. Miyuki wished he had kept better contact but…he knows why he didn’t.

He put another piece of sushi in his mouth, feeling his cheeks burn just a little.

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

"I hope so", he said, eyes drawn to the ground. "As long as you don't consider switching teams, I'm glad to be of help. If there's actually something I can teach you."

He followed Miyuki's navigation without any real intention of remembering the surrounding. If they'd come back, he'd find a way, but for not it didn't seem important.

"Ah, I see. Heard about that pulled hamstring. Glad to see that you decided to rest up and trusting your team." He remembered the faint memory of Miyuki holding back on his injury at Seidou. It's been the only situation where Chris had actually been rather upset with him for being so reckless. "I've talked to Tanba and Miyauchi a lot. Kept in touch with Kominato and was roommates with Isashiki for two years." That also was something rather unlikely for him. Having a roommate when it hadn't particularly been necessary but Isashiki had been in need of a place and Chris was living in one that was big enough to be shared with.

They entered the restaurant and aimed for a table at the opposite side of the entrance. It didn't take long for a waiter to arrive and taking their orders, Chris ordering some iced tea and one of the special sushi dishes they offered.

"How are you getting along with the rest of the team?", he asked once they were left on their own.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

“I bet living with Jun-senpai was an experience. I haven’t talked to him in a long while.” Miyuki sat and glanced at the menu, although he already knew what he would order. It was always the same: green tea and the sashimi plate.

“It was hard at first. It took so long for me to let myself…” he trailed off, looking for the right words. “Let myself be part of Seido’s team. Not feel like an outsider or a loner with a group of people. It didn’t take as long this time but Kitagawa is a lot like Mochi and doesn’t put up with my crap.” He grinned and brought his finger to the table, drawing shapes as he talked.

“There’s only one guy that doesn’t like me. He was picked up last season, a catcher. Shocking, right? Reminds me of Kou-chan.” Miyuki snickered. “What did you think of practice today? Any first impressions you wanna fill me in on?”

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

Chris smiled at him when he held the door open, sliding through it before he fell into step next to Miyuki.

"Sushi sounds fine with me", he replied, already noticing a slight feel of hunger his stomach from talking about food. "You mean, there's places around here that don't have outrageous rents?" His smile grew some. "I guess I should be happy that I managed to even get one in the first place. Moving back was a rather... sudden decision." Still, there were no regrets.

"Nothing to be sorry for. Especially since I haven't really been better at keeping in touch. I did think about texting a few times but..." He drifted off, not sure where his sentence was supposed to go. "I wondered if I should've asked you if becoming a coach would be fine with you since you might end up getting fed up with me, but I had no plan B." Which was rare. Chris never went into something without a plan B.

"Have you kept contact with anyone from school?" Maybe Kuramochi or Sawamura, he thought to himself, but he didn't want to assume.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

A sudden decision and no plan B? This was very unlike the Chris he knew before.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I think you’ll be good for the team.” And for Miyuki himself, the thought.

Miyuki turned right in the next street and hummed. “I talk to Mochi every once in awhile. I actually had to see him for a few weeks last season when I pulled my hamstring.” He chuckled at the memory. “I hear from Sawamura the most, especially when it’s close to our teams playing. I try to catch up with Tetsu-senpai and Furuya after our teams play too.”

He stopped in front the restaurant and grinned. “I hear from the Kominatos sometimes too.” Miyuki opened the door once again and gestured Chris to go inside. “What about you?”

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

When practice ended, Chris was almost scared that he'd get invited to dinner by someone else. He knew he'd rather not decline something on his first day but he also wouldn't just let anything meddle with his plans with Miyuki. In a sense, it was more important to him to catch up with his former teammate because going out with the coaches wasn't something he couldn't still do another time.

His eyes noticed the swift gesture from the catcher, a small nod confirming that Chris got the message before he got talked to by the other coaches anyway. He knew their names even before being introduced but he played polite, exchanging a few comments about practice and their plans for the upcoming season.

"It must be something, being the coach of one of your former teammates. Especially since you two used to be rivals, right?", he heard headcoach say and Chris shook his head, a polite smile on his face.

"We're former rivals but if I'd have to trust this position to anyone, it would still be him. He seemed to have grown a lot from what I was able to see."

"He definitely works hard."

"He always has." And that was definitely the truth.

Their discussion soon ended and headcoach offered them a night out the same weekend to which Chris agreed despite knowing that he'd rather not be in the middle of drunk grown men, but that was an issue for another day. He shouldered his bag and said his goodbye, waiting for Miyuki on the field until he saw him heading straight towards him.

"You know any good place around the area?", he asked as they began to walk to the exit.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Miyuki adjusted the bag on his shoulder as he stopped in front of Chris. “Yeah, there’s a sushi place we can walk to. I gotta watch my diet now we’re back in season officially.” He grinned and headed toward the exit.

“So…” Miyuki started, opening the door and holding it open for his new coach. “Did you manage to find a place that didn’t have outrageous rent around here?” Miyuki’s place was ridiculously expensive. He could afford it and he knew Chris would be able to as well, but it was the principle of the matter.

“And I guess I should apologize for not keeping on better touch…”. Miyuki turned left, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that.”

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

Chris couldn't stop the smile on his face. "Actually, it was amusing to watch seeing you miss a shot so badly. But I had a feeling that it had something to do with me." Would he have messed up in Miyuki's place in that exact same situation? Possibly.

"I'm also glad I'm here." And I'm glad that you're here too, he wanted to say but bit it back, feeling weird saying something after just meeting his former rival again. He almost wanted to tell Miyuki not to leave yet, but the prospect of hanging out later made him hold back.

"Sure. Let's grab dinner afterwards", he offered. It was probably a good thing to talk to someone on the team, even if he didn't want to catch up by only talking about work, so to speak.

Chris waved Miyuki as the catcher returned back to the hall, lingering some more to enjoy his drink before he slowly made his own way back. Just like coach had discussed with him earlier, Chris focused more on their batteries for the rest of practice day, although he had to force his attention mostly to their pitchers, even if it was more tempting to avert his gaze. He wasn't supposed to interfere with practice yet, so he didn't, only taking a few notes to himself for later reference.

By the end of the day, coach made the team gather to formally introduce Chris to everyone, and Chris could hear anything from excitement to fear just from the ring of his name. He could deal with that, since his name always seemed to have this effect on people but he still hoped that people wouldn't measure his abilities solely based on his father's name but rather this upcoming accomplishments.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Miyuki was glad that the rest of practice went smoothly. Kitagawa was in good form, only his sinker giving him a bit of trouble but it was still relatively new to him, never having thrown it until Miyuki asked (forced) him to try it.

He was also glad he was able to focus even if his skin burned with the idea that Chris could be watching him at any moment but he refused to look his way. Miyuki couldn’t afford to look like an idiot in front of him.

Practice concluded with a formal introduction to their new coach. Kitagawa elbowed Miyuki. “No wonder you were a space case.” He whispered. Miyuki only elbowed him back, listening to a few others murmur in awe as well.

They were dismissed and Miyuki held up a finger to Chris, signaling him to wait while he changed. The other coaches were starting to talk to him though so they might finish at the same time anyway.

In the locker room Kitagawa opened his locker next to Miyuki’s. “Wanna go get a bite?”

“Got plans.” Miyuki pulled his jersey off and grabbed a towel.

“Bullshit, you never have plans. Never any fun ones anyway.”

Miyuki grinned and pulled his pants down. “Well I do today. Will you survive without me?”

Kitagawa gave him a small shove. “Whatever. Go shower, you stink.”

Miyuki waved him off and took the quickest shower possible, heading back out to the field, looking for Chris.

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[itschrissenpai]

Chris just finished fumbling for some money, placing it in and picking a can of tea when, the low thud of it mixing too well with the footsteps from behind.

He only looked over his shoulder when he heard a voice, the can in one hand, his purse in his other and his expressions softened at the sight of Miyuki. His lips curved and he got up and turned entirely.

"I think I'd rather not have you call me senpai again", he said, taking a step toward the other. It was strange that their dynamic switched from rivals even long before their days at Seidou to teammates to kind-of-friends before Chris graduated. And now he'd be his coach.

"I didn't know if I should give you a warning since they offered me the position. How have you been? In terms of gameplay rather well, as far as I can judge."

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Miyuki chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “I’m glad you didn’t judge me on one wild throw. Honestly, I was shocked to see you.” And maybe a little sad. He’d always held out some hope on Chris returning to the field as a player. But he also knew he’d be invaluable as a coach.

He met Chris’s gaze again and smiled, more relaxed and real than most of his smiles at Seidou. “I’m glad you’re here.” Miyuki checked the time. “I have to get to the bullpen…are you free later? Maybe we could catch up?”

He knew it wasn’t like him to invite anyone anywhere that wasn’t baseball related, but Miyuki really did want to talk to him and see what he’s been up to, how he ended up here. And maybe make up for all the time he lamented over losing in high school that he could’ve spent with his former rival.

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

It was their first day of actual practice for the upcoming season. Conditioning during the winter had been brutal, even worse than what Seido had put him through, but Miyuki came out of it noticeably stronger and with a strong desire to help this team become champions.

Miyuki stuffed his bag in his locker and sent a quick reply to Sawamura who was already promising his team would beat Miyuki’s next month. He told him to keep dreaming and become a starter before he could trash talk. He put his phone on his bag and shut the locker, grabbing his mitt from the bench and heading out.

His teammates were still warming up, a nervous cloud around everyone. Their coach mentioned that the new coach would be starting today. He never gave them a name, just said he was young and would be the edge they’d need to succeed this season. Miyuki started to look around but Kitagawa found him first, dragging him off to the side to the bull pen before he could take a proper look.

20 pitches later the coach called the starters to the field. “Positions. Rookies are batting for your fielding practice. Let’s shake the rust off. Miyuki! Kitagawa!”

“Sir!” Came the unison reply.

The head coach smirked. “5 laps for any time second base is stolen.”

“Yes sir!”

And practice began.

It went as smoothly as expected. A few mistakes here and there, but Miyuki made sure second never got stolen.

Until he threw off his mask to throw out a bold rookie runner and caught sight of a man across the field. Not just any man.

Chris-senpai.

He hesitated then threw, the ball soaring over the second baseman’s head. No one moved for a moment. The whistle broke Miyuki from his trance.

“5 laps boys! Go!”

Miyuki moved to the side, second string catcher and pitcher taking their places. His heart hammered as removed his gear.

“What the hell was that Miyuki?”

“It’s the first practice, back off.” Miyuki whispered back, Kitagawa getting his shin guards for him.

“I’ve never seen you miss a throw that bad. You sick or something?”

Miyuki dropped his chest guard and glanced over at Chris.

“Something.” He muttered. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

[itschrissenpai]

In the end, it turned out impossible to not take some mental notes to himself as he kept on watching, but Chris resisted the urge to go too overboard with it. It wasn't until all players were gathered and fielding practice started, when he finally spotted the person he already thought wouldn't show up that day, the corners of his mouth twitching, but he told himself to keep quiet for now. Soon enough, Miyuki would notice his presence anyway.

He did good, of course. Remembering their highschool days, Chris could see some parallels between his old way of playing and the one he was able to watch. Miyuki's throws were precise and he seemed even more connected to the field and the players than Chris ever remembered him to be. That was, until Chris dared to avert his gaze for a moment, only to look up at the ball flying a high curve and the whistle announcing that someone had stolen second base.

Interesting.

Their eyes connected for a brief moment when Miyuki started his laps and Chris held back a chuckle when realization started to hit. So that's how it is, he thought and stood from his bench, walking to the other side, where coach was standing, joining in without interfering with his calls.

He had no idea if anyone else might've noticed him or even recognized his face but when coach dismissed the players for a break a few hours later, Chris was immediately drawn to walk over to his former underclassman, but was stopped when coach pulled him into a conversation about his first impressions and if he'd prefer to focus on their batteries in the afternoon, before formally being introduced to the team by the end of the day.

Chris agreed before excusing himself, his eyes drawn again to the catcher but seeing him stand among his teammates. It was probably the sole reason why he didn't approach him, feeling that it might be considered weird or worst case would even make Miyuki feel uncomfortable. So he left the hall to simply grab a drink by the vending machine on the hallway. And maybe, he also liked to collect his thoughts.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Miyuki didn’t miss any more throws to second after that. He had to really focus though, to keep his eyes from drifting to his former senior. The first part of practice finished well and Miyuki struggled with whether he should approach Chris or not. His choice was taken when the coaches grouped up so he joined his teammates.

“Who is that guy?”

“Is that our new coach?”

Miyuki smirked at the gossip already beginning. It may not have been announced but Chris was definitely their new coach. His smile fell just a fraction, wishing his senpai was still playing…

He looked over, catching Chris go inside. Miyuki still had a few minutes…

He excused himself and ran over to the door Chris went through. Miyuki found him near the vending machine and he took a deep breath.

“Nice to see you, Chris-senpai.” Miyuki bowed, but lifted his head up with a smirk “or should I say coach?”

[itschrissenpai]

Look At Me Now

@thatbastardmiyuki

When he entered the building, Chris felt some kind of nervousness that settled deep but was subtle enough for him to brush away. If someone would've asked him a few years ago, where he'd see himself after his shoulder fully healing and his studies going exceptionally well, he probably wouldn't have guessed to start his first day as a coach. If anything, he would've seen himself on the field, being one of the players.

But it had always somehow struck with him, this talent to analyze, to see the potential in others and more than being limited to his own abilities and those of his pitchers, Chris had slowly discovered that his interest was never limited on just the person on the mound.

He carried his leathery bag under his shoulder, his fingers a little sweaty when he was greeted by the head-coach who had been too keen on taking Chris under his wing and having his input on things to push the team back to their number one spot in Japan after a few years of missed chances and bad luck.

Chris smiled, bowing respectfully and lead to the training center: a large indoor field that almost made him want to play himself again.

"I figured you should get a chance on seeing them before I introduce them to you", the coach said next to him and Chris slowly nodded. "It's more natural if they don't know they're being watched."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." But Chris was already sure that there was at least one person who would recognize him - and his golden eyes were already searching the area for a certain catcher who might've been one of the reasons to even decide on this team in particular. But Chris didn't see him, wondering if maybe it was a sign that he should get to work before he might inevitably start getting nostalgic. So he started walking until he had a good spot be the edge of the field. For a moment, he wondered if he should take notes already, but given the amount of his research before this day, Chris feld like he could just enjoy himself for a brief moment.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

It was their first day of actual practice for the upcoming season. Conditioning during the winter had been brutal, even worse than what Seido had put him through, but Miyuki came out of it noticeably stronger and with a strong desire to help this team become champions.

Miyuki stuffed his bag in his locker and sent a quick reply to Sawamura who was already promising his team would beat Miyuki’s next month. He told him to keep dreaming and become a starter before he could trash talk. He put his phone on his bag and shut the locker, grabbing his mitt from the bench and heading out.

His teammates were still warming up, a nervous cloud around everyone. Their coach mentioned that the new coach would be starting today. He never gave them a name, just said he was young and would be the edge they’d need to succeed this season. Miyuki started to look around but Kitagawa found him first, dragging him off to the side to the bull pen before he could take a proper look.

20 pitches later the coach called the starters to the field. “Positions. Rookies are batting for your fielding practice. Let’s shake the rust off. Miyuki! Kitagawa!”

“Sir!” Came the unison reply.

The head coach smirked. “5 laps for any time second base is stolen.”

“Yes sir!”

And practice began.

It went as smoothly as expected. A few mistakes here and there, but Miyuki made sure second never got stolen.

Until he threw off his mask to throw out a bold rookie runner and caught sight of a man across the field. Not just any man.

Chris-senpai.

He hesitated then threw, the ball soaring over the second baseman’s head. No one moved for a moment. The whistle broke Miyuki from his trance.

“5 laps boys! Go!”

Miyuki moved to the side, second string catcher and pitcher taking their places. His heart hammered as removed his gear.

“What the hell was that Miyuki?”

“It’s the first practice, back off.” Miyuki whispered back, Kitagawa getting his shin guards for him.

“I’ve never seen you miss a throw that bad. You sick or something?”

Miyuki dropped his chest guard and glanced over at Chris.

“Something.” He muttered. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

[seidossecondbase]

thatbastardmiyuki:

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[thatbastardmiyuki]

Kuramochi watched with wide eyes as Ryousuke went down on him. He moaned lowly once his mouth was on him. When Ryousuke took him all the way, Kuramochi nearly bucked up, crying out.

“Shit, Ryou-san.” Kuramochi bit his lip, determined to watch as Ryousuke bobbed on his cock. He could feel the slick coming out of him and he groaned, clenching, aching for something to be inside of him.

Preferably Ryousuke. But he’d be a good omega. The best, for this alpha. His alpha.

“So good, Ryou. I’m close, I—“ Kuramochi let out something close to a purr and arched his back. “A-alpha, I’m gonna, mmm, my alpha.” His toes curled and his body shuddered as he came

[seidossecondbase]

thatbastardmiyuki

Never had an alpha been like this with Kuramochi. This was seductive and powerful at the same time. Not demanding in any demeaning way, or just worried about what they wanted. Ryousuke let him know what he wanted as he touched him, his voice low and enticing.

Nothing but the jacket. Kuramochi was very into that. He shivered and didn’t bother to bite back the moan that spilled out from the kiss and his nipples getting pinched.

He squirmed. He needed a lot of things like his pants off, his mouth around Ryousuke, Ryousuke inside of him. But mostly—

“I need you to take care of me, Ryou-sama.”

His needs, his desires, his heart. Kuramochi wanted to give it all to Ryousuke because for the first time he felt he met an alpha that wouldn’t reject him, wouldn’t take too much or give too little.

“I trust you.”

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[thatbastardmiyuki]

Kuramochi fell back with a grin. The bed was soft yet firm. He liked it. He liked it even better once Ryousuke was on top of him. His cock twitched at the question and he tilted his head back.

“Ahhh.” Did Ryousuke really want to know? Best to be honest. “A few months. A shitty one at the heat house.” The alpha basically licked him for 10 seconds and turned him over. “Don’t think I’ve ever gotten a proper one.”

[seidossecondbase]

thatbastardmiyuki​:

Kuramochi had to repress a shiver when Ryousuke said he scent the jacket for him. He also had to focus to not imagine how Ryousuke would go about it.

“Good.” He smiled and stood, happy to hear Ryousuke didn’t want to share him and excited to see his alpha’s home.

His alpha. Kuramochi was thankful for the hand on his back guiding him, he felt a little weak in the knees.

By the time they reached the bedroom Kuramochi was definitely hot and bothered. The feel of Ryousuke’s touch on his skin, the deep whisper, it made him whimper. It wasn’t a command but it might as well have been.

“As you wish, Ryou-sama~”

He grinned and stepped inside, Ryousuke’s scent enveloping him.

Kuramochi didn’t turn around, not yet. His alpha was in charge tonight. He squirmed, already feeling a familiar wetness.

He tilted his head back, trying to get a look at Ryousuke. “Are you going to come inside as well, my alpha?” And if it was interpreted a different way, Kuramochi wouldn’t mind.

    He definitely didn’t plan on let this get beyond a normal conversation and he definitely didn’t invite him over to disappear in the bedroom with him but Ryosuke didn’t mind the outcome and certainly didn’t feel like pulling away now. His fingers trailed up Kuramochi’s spine just a little, enjoying the feel of him shivering and the little whimper.

    It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed an omega feeling hot around him. It did feel like it was the first time he cared and felt responsible though.

    Licking his lips, Ryosuke stepped inside and closed the door. The click of the lock might’ve created some sort of privacy to them but it was an old habit of his. With a gentle push, he navigated Kuramochi to the bed, but insisted on him not sitting yet. Instead he stood behind him, pulling his hand from his back in order to slowly push the jacket from his shoulder, so that he could put it on the bed for now.

    “I’d love you to wear it. Just with nothing underneath”, he whispered in his ear, working on Kuramochi’s shirt to pull it over his head and drop it on the floor next to him. “Last time, I let you drive me over the edge. This time it’s my turn to return the favor.” He gently kissed the back of Kuramochi’s neck, his lips lingering on his gland as his hands moved forward, first pinching his nipples playfully, before he let them move downwards to his waistband but not yet opening his jeans.

    “Tell me what you need, You-chan.~”

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Never had an alpha been like this with Kuramochi. This was seductive and powerful at the same time. Not demanding in any demeaning way, or just worried about what they wanted. Ryousuke let him know what he wanted as he touched him, his voice low and enticing.

Nothing but the jacket. Kuramochi was very into that. He shivered and didn’t bother to bite back the moan that spilled out from the kiss and his nipples getting pinched.

He squirmed. He needed a lot of things like his pants off, his mouth around Ryousuke, Ryousuke inside of him. But mostly—

“I need you to take care of me, Ryou-sama.”

His needs, his desires, his heart. Kuramochi wanted to give it all to Ryousuke because for the first time he felt he met an alpha that wouldn’t reject him, wouldn’t take too much or give too little.

“I trust you.”

[seidossecondbase]

thatbastardmiyuki​:

Kuramochi smirked, eyes still closed after the kiss. “I’m glad you think so because I don’t think I can give it back to you now.”

When he opened his eyes they were dark, dilated. “I was an only child, I don’t share too easily.” He looked around. “Can I get the whole tour? Very curious about your bedroom.” He winked

    That was definitely what he wanted to hear, Ryosuke decided. Although it was still strange to have an omega be so blunt an direct about his needs. Not in a bad way.

    “It might lose my scent at some point”, he replied teasingly. “I’d love to fix it for you, once that happens.” He might go crazy doing it, but that was also the thrill of it.

    “Oh? An only child too? Good thing I don’t plan on sharing myself either. Or you, in that matter.” He licked his lips subconsciously, suddenly feeling a little light-headed. If that came from the stress falling off his shoulder or Kuramochi’s direct glare, he wasn’t sure.

    “A tour? I think I can make that work.” He smirked and placed a hand on Kuramochi’s back, leading them to the hallway and showing him all rooms except for Haruichi’s. For some reason, he didn’t want his brother’s room to catch on the scent that Kuramochi would certainly leave in all other rooms. When they reached the bedroom, Ryosuke leaned against the doorframe. It was a rather simple bedroom, the one Kuramochi saw in one of their video calls weeks ago. Not just seeing him through the screen but having him next to him felt surreal to him. 

     "Didn’t really see this outcome for today, to be honest, so I apologize for the books on the nightstand. Kind of an old habit.“ His hand slowly dropped lower on Kuramochi’s back, but still lingered just around his coccyx, fingers finding the hem of the jacket to trail underneath, first hitting the fabric of Kuramochi’s shirt until he felt blunt enough to sneak underneath it as well to touch hot, soft skin. "Get inside, You-chan”, he whispered, a sudden drop in his voice.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Kuramochi had to repress a shiver when Ryousuke said he scent the jacket for him. He also had to focus to not imagine how Ryousuke would go about it.

“Good.” He smiled and stood, happy to hear Ryousuke didn’t want to share him and excited to see his alpha’s home.

His alpha. Kuramochi was thankful for the hand on his back guiding him, he felt a little weak in the knees.

By the time they reached the bedroom Kuramochi was definitely hot and bothered. The feel of Ryousuke’s touch on his skin, the deep whisper, it made him whimper. It wasn’t a command but it might as well have been.

“As you wish, Ryou-sama~”

He grinned and stepped inside, Ryousuke’s scent enveloping him.

Kuramochi didn’t turn around, not yet. His alpha was in charge tonight. He squirmed, already feeling a familiar wetness.

He tilted his head back, trying to get a look at Ryousuke. “Are you going to come inside as well, my alpha?” And if it was interpreted a different way, Kuramochi wouldn’t mind.

[seidossecondbase]

thatbastardmiyuki​:

Kuramochi took the cup, just letting it warm his hands while he processed…everything.

Ryousuke said he fell?

He chuckled a bit, eyes down on the mug at first so it might’ve looked like he was crying, but when he raised his head he was smiling.

“It’s not. I’m still crazy embarrassed because I was like the ultimate fanboy. It’s almost hard to believe still but,” he gestured to the table. “It’s all right here, isn’t it?”

Kuramochi took a deep breath and let his head fall back, his neck exposed. “I can’t be too mad you didn’t say anything. I honestly would have done the same, I think.” His chest rose and fell again. “And I think it’s hot.” He snapped his head back forward and grinned. “I hate that people think alphas and omegas should only work certain jobs. I’m just…overwhelmed?” He chuckled again.

    Ryosuke’s heart sank at first at the sight of Kuramochi… crying? He was about to reach out to him and apologize when the omega raised his head and their eyes met. It was as if all the tension in his chest fell off at once, leaving him with the same bubbly feeling he’d felt so often lately.

    “It is. And it’s fine. It wasn’t as if you were constantly talking about… me and my books.” But even that might not have been much of an issue.

    His eyes lingered on the exposed neck, a hard swallow following from Ryosuke’s side but he was quick to fixate on Kuramochi and piece together his words. “Hot?”, he repeated. “I guess I get the overwhelmed part though.” Who wouldn’t be somewhat overwhelmed in that exact situation?

    “I initially kept it a secret to avoid people giving bad reviews just because they know it was written by an alpha. It’s meant to be viewed differently just by that and I know there’s always space to improve, but I’d rather have my work be judged fairly by the readers.” He shrugged. “Do you… still want to come? Not as a fan waiting for an autograph, but rather as… support?” Or perhaps a date, he thought.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Kuramochi nodded. He had respect for Ryousuke in that he wanted to share his stories in a fair way. And it was true, and maybe a little sad, that Kuramochi also assumed the author had to have been an omega.

He tilted his head. “With you…to the signing?” He blushed, unable to fight the smile. “I’d love that. I won’t get in the way though?”

Kuramochi wondered if some fans might get a bit excited that the author was an alpha. “You’re probably gonna get propositioned. And alpha that can write romantic scenes like that? I bet one slicks themselves when they meet you.” He stood and stepped closer to Ryousuke. “And if they catch your scent…”. He leaned in some more. “Would you be upset if I got jealous? Or if I scented you beforehand?”

[seidossecondbase]

Ryosuke’s expressions softened.

“You won’t get to the way.” He reached out a little, his hand brushing Kuramochi’s shoulder, fingertips dancing on the leather of his own jacket as the other started talking about other omegas. About getting jealous. It was cute.

“You want to scent me?” Their eyes locked and slowly, he felt warmth rising up his body, leading his hand up the shoulder to hold Kuramochi’s cheek. “I’d prefer if they knew not to approach me for anything other than an autograph. Currently there’s only one certain omega I’m interested in. And my jacket suits him really well.” He chuckled and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on Kuramochi’s lips. “I’ll talk to my editor about it.”

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Kuramochi smirked, eyes still closed after the kiss. “I’m glad you think so because I don’t think I can give it back to you now.”

When he opened his eyes they were dark, dilated. “I was an only child, I don’t share too easily.” He looked around. “Can I get the whole tour? Very curious about your bedroom.” He winked

[seidossecondbase]

thatbastardmiyuki​:

Kuramochi took the cup, just letting it warm his hands while he processed…everything.

Ryousuke said he fell?

He chuckled a bit, eyes down on the mug at first so it might’ve looked like he was crying, but when he raised his head he was smiling.

“It’s not. I’m still crazy embarrassed because I was like the ultimate fanboy. It’s almost hard to believe still but,” he gestured to the table. “It’s all right here, isn’t it?”

Kuramochi took a deep breath and let his head fall back, his neck exposed. “I can’t be too mad you didn’t say anything. I honestly would have done the same, I think.” His chest rose and fell again. “And I think it’s hot.” He snapped his head back forward and grinned. “I hate that people think alphas and omegas should only work certain jobs. I’m just…overwhelmed?” He chuckled again.

    Ryosuke’s heart sank at first at the sight of Kuramochi… crying? He was about to reach out to him and apologize when the omega raised his head and their eyes met. It was as if all the tension in his chest fell off at once, leaving him with the same bubbly feeling he’d felt so often lately.

    “It is. And it’s fine. It wasn’t as if you were constantly talking about… me and my books.” But even that might not have been much of an issue.

    His eyes lingered on the exposed neck, a hard swallow following from Ryosuke’s side but he was quick to fixate on Kuramochi and piece together his words. “Hot?”, he repeated. “I guess I get the overwhelmed part though.” Who wouldn’t be somewhat overwhelmed in that exact situation?

    “I initially kept it a secret to avoid people giving bad reviews just because they know it was written by an alpha. It’s meant to be viewed differently just by that and I know there’s always space to improve, but I’d rather have my work be judged fairly by the readers.” He shrugged. “Do you… still want to come? Not as a fan waiting for an autograph, but rather as… support?” Or perhaps a date, he thought.

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Kuramochi nodded. He had respect for Ryousuke in that he wanted to share his stories in a fair way. And it was true, and maybe a little sad, that Kuramochi also assumed the author had to have been an omega.

He tilted his head. “With you…to the signing?” He blushed, unable to fight the smile. “I’d love that. I won’t get in the way though?”

Kuramochi wondered if some fans might get a bit excited that the author was an alpha. “You’re probably gonna get propositioned. And alpha that can write romantic scenes like that? I bet one slicks themselves when they meet you.” He stood and stepped closer to Ryousuke. “And if they catch your scent…”. He leaned in some more. “Would you be upset if I got jealous? Or if I scented you beforehand?”

[seidossecondbase]

thatbastardmiyuki​:

In person? He wanted him to come over? Kuramochi rubbed his face. It couldn’t be too bad, right? Ryousuke seemed to have reservations about having him over so he wouldn’t invite him finally just to break up with him, right?

His phone buzzed again and it left him even more confused. The real him?

[to Ryousuke] I’ll be right over. Send me your address. I just want to see you.

Kuramochi grabbed the leather jacket he had claimed and put it on, just in case Ryousuke wanted it back. And mostly because he could still smell Ryousuke’s scent on it and it calmed him. Turned him on too but he had enough willpower to ignore that for now.

[to Ryousuke] on my way

    Ryosuke sent him the address with no other comment to it. When he leaned back, he rubbed his temples, his messy bun coming somewhat loose. At least it was his motivation to get up and get ready for this kind of conversation.

    It might be stupid to worry so much but he wouldn’t even be able to blame Kuramochi if he felt betrayed by how he decided to hold back this kind of somewhat critical information. Maybe he’d be the one to get dumped over this, but if that was the case, he’d rather have it happen now than make plans and get him too involved.

    He planned on tying his hair back again but ended up wearing it open. When he heard the doorbell, he checked his mirror image, feeling like his loose pair of pants and his tight tanktop might give strange signals but it was too late to switch now.

    When he opened the door, he immediately made eye contact to him, feeling that bubbly feeling in his belly at the sight of his own jacket and Kuramochi’s beautiful eyes.

    “That was quick”, he said, his lips dry and his nervousness creeping up. “Come in. My brother isn’t here, so…” Enough space to talk freely. “Is tea fine?” He stepped back to let him get out of his shoes, walking along the long hallway with multiple closed rooms to each side. It ended in a rather large room containing the kitchen and a big dining table that was almost too big for two people - and yet, it was almost entirely occupied by a laptop, piles of books and notes and pens that almost look absurdely messy considering the rest of the place was rather clean.

[seidossecondbase]

Waiting for Kuramochi’s reply was making him nervous. He could feel those eyes lingering on him, on those books covering the table. For a short moment, Ryosuke wondered if he should’ve kept things to himself. Maybe just talking him out of it would’ve achieved the same, without potentially damaging their relationship.

He opened his lips but stopped when Kuramochi started to put two and two together. He almost felt bad watching him feel embarrassed.

“Well I did feel a little strange when we first met. But there was something about you that made me feel interested enough to give it a try. I honestly didn’t expect to stay intrigued and even… fall.” He turned to put the water in two cups, approaching the table and placing one next to Kuramochi and pulling a chair over to sit next to him.

“I didn’t really expect to talk much about it. And I get it if you’re upset with me because I’ve kept it a secret. It’s not necessarily a very… alpha-like way of earning money.” He exhaled, leaning in some. “What do you think? Is this a deal breaker for you?”

[thatbastardmiyuki]

Kuramochi took the cup, just letting it warm his hands while he processed…everything.

Ryousuke said he fell?

He chuckled a bit, eyes down on the mug at first so it might’ve looked like he was crying, but when he raised his head he was smiling.

“It’s not. I’m still crazy embarrassed because I was like the ultimate fanboy. It’s almost hard to believe still but,” he gestured to the table. “It’s all right here, isn’t it?”

Kuramochi took a deep breath and let his head fall back, his neck exposed. “I can’t be too mad you didn’t say anything. I honestly would have done the same, I think.” His chest rose and fell again. “And I think it’s hot.” He snapped his head back forward and grinned. “I hate that people think alphas and omegas should only work certain jobs. I’m just…overwhelmed?” He chuckled again.