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Hey guys! So after a lot of thinking and planning, I decided to move all my fics from this account to a new writing sideblog off of my personal blog! SO all my fics and requests that I’ve been posting here will now all be posted and tagged over on that blog. I really love all the lovely people on this blog, so I hope people will follow me over there ^^. I will still be writing lots of Daiya fics ^^ and I will be participating in the winter anthology put together by Ciel, all news about that will be over there. I will probably reblog this post a few times so people are aware! :)
Sometimes I Write Stuff~ Rachelle's Writing Sideblog
ANNOUNCEMENT:
Hey guys! So after a lot of thinking and planning, I decided to move all my fics from this account to a new writing sideblog off of my personal blog! SO all my fics and requests that I’ve been posting here will now all be posted and tagged over on that blog. I really love all the lovely people on this blog, so I hope people will follow me over there ^^. I will still be writing lots of Daiya fics ^^ and I will be participating in the winter anthology put together by Ciel, all news about that will be over there. I will probably reblog this post a few times so people are aware! :)
Sometimes I Write Stuff~ Rachelle's Writing Sideblog
ANNOUNCEMENT:
Hey guys! So after a lot of thinking and planning, I decided to move all my fics from this account to a new writing sideblog off of my personal blog! SO all my fics and requests that I’ve been posting here will now all be posted and tagged over on that blog. I really love all the lovely people on this blog, so I hope people will follow me over there ^^. I will still be writing lots of Daiya fics ^^ and I will be participating in the winter anthology put together by Ciel, all news about that will be over there. I will probably reblog this post a few times so people are aware! :)
This is my new writing (side) blog!! Everything below this post is the various stuff I’ve written over the years from various blogs. Really old stuff is tagged “old” and “archived”. I have a fancy tag list and request page now too so hopefully the wonderful people who have supported my writing will still follow me here!
From now on, all my fics & drabbles will now be posted on this account! :)
Chapter 2 Here or AO3
Summary: Kuramochi has a girlfriend and Miyuki doesn’t approve, though whether or not he can admit that to himself is another story completely. Now, a very awkward Kuramochi must decide how to respond to Miyuki’s feelings.
Practice was painful and Miyuki despised it. There was nothing he hated more than being distracted while playing baseball. Normally, he was so focused, but nothing could keep him on track today.
“After practice.”
They had both spoken the words to each other, sealing their pact to meet once they had finished the strenuous practice. There was no avoiding the talk now. Miyuki had run away from Kuramochi for long enough and Kuramochi was going to tell him the inevitable words he expected to hear from the other.
He spent the majority of the practice cursing himself for ever telling Kuramochi in the first place. He knew he hadn’t had much of a choice with Kuramochi backing him into the wall…but nothing was going to change either of their feelings. He couldn’t stop having this damn awkward crush and Kuramochi would still like his girlfriend.
Perhaps the conversation would be for the best. Miyuki could promise Kuramochi he’d move on, be nice to his girlfriend, and they could put all this behind them. No more awkward avoiding of each other in class or at practice. After practice, everything would be fixed. Or at least, Miyuki could pretend it would be fixed.
He sighed, tossing the ball flippantly back to Furuya, attempting to focus on catching for the stoic first-year. The dark-haired boy didn’t say anything, but Miyuki was sure he could tell the catcher wasn’t quite at his best.
Kuramochi wasn’t fairing much better as he swung in the batter’s box. Half of the pitches he’d missed and already he was feeling sweaty and short of breath. Leaning down to pick up a few of the missed balls, he groaned.
He hated actually fighting with people. Play fighting was one thing, but this was different. It always made him so damn uncomfortable, especially since he was fighting with his best friend. Miyuki was everywhere! Class, meals, practice…ignoring him made things incredibly awkward.
He didn’t know what he was feeling for the other. He had a girlfriend. Akemi was fantastic; she was everything Kuramochi had always imagined a girlfriend should be. But then there was Miyuki, his best friend…the cyclical thoughts repeated over and over in Kuramochi’s head. Still, he hadn’t come to any sort of coherent conclusion. He knew he should tell Miyuki they needed to both move on. He would stay with Akemi and continue with things the way they had been going. But every time he pictured rejecting Miyuki, his heart felt heavy in his chest.
At least this would all be over after practice. After practice, they could sort everything out.
It came faster than either of them expected and Miyuki stood by the equipment shed, waiting patiently for the other. Approaching him, Kuramochi adjusted his bag on his shoulder, letting out a soft awkward grunt, unsure of how to start the conversation.
“I know what you’re going to say,” Miyuki said finally, breaking the bout of silence.
“Miyuki-” Kuramochi began to speak over him, not wanting Miyuki to jump to incorrect assumptions.
“You have a girlfriend. She’s great. You like her eyes, you like her laugh, you like how much she supports you…her lips are so soft when you kiss her.” Kuramochi was surprised, shocked really, to hear Miyuki had listened all the times he had gloated about his girlfriend.
“Well-” he began again, but Miyuki promptly cut him off.
“I know your answer Kuramochi, not that you really had to answer anything. We can put it behind us and act normal. All this was quite silly anyway, ne?” he laughed and pat the other’s shoulder.
Pursing his lips, Kuramochi reached up to grab at Miyuki’s wrist, holding him in place. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against the catcher’s. It wasn’t a strong kiss, their chapped lips barely connected, but it was enough for Miyuki’s eyes to widen. Feeling how close together they were, he blinked in confusion.
“Will you just…shut up for one second?” Kuramochi snarled quietly, annoyed the other wasn’t letting him talk. He hadn’t hated the kiss either. He hadn’t really meant to kiss him, but he really had needed him to shut up and in the moment it was the only thing he could come up with. Not his brightest moment.
“Y-Yeah…” Miyuki whispered, taken completely off-guard. Kuramochi blushed, seeing the catcher in such a flabbergasted state was so rare.
“I…I don’t know. This whole damn thing has confused me. Akemi is great, yeah. I mean all those things you said are the truth. She’s supportive and…yeah,” he grumbled, folding his arms as he tried to explain his feelings fully. “But you’re my best friend and I like our…connection,” he blushed, feeling incredibly lame as he spoke the words aloud.
The shortstop moved to push their lips together, curious for more contact with the other. This one held more pressure and he closed his eyes, letting the feeling of Miyuki’s lips wash over his body. He had been right. Kissing Miyuki wasn’t really any different from Akemi. He was kissing his best friend, one of the only people who understood him fully. Rubbing his arm, he sighed, pulling away from the catcher.
“I think I just…need a little time okay?” Kuramochi whispered. He realized how shitty it was to kiss the guy like that, especially when Miyuki had made his feelings so clear, but Kuramochi had to know what it felt like. Swallowing, he stared at the other. “But you don’t have to be awkward or anything…okay? Just act normal, idiot. It’s just me,” he smiled slowly.
Touching his fingers to his lips, Miyuki nodded, but couldn’t bring himself to respond. It was rare the great Miyuki Kazuya didn’t have some sort of comeback, but right now he found himself completely speechless. It was just Kuramochi. But that was the problem…“just” Kuramochi had confused Miyuki more than anyone ever had. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to act normal after kissing him, but Miyuki couldn’t handle it being awkward for any longer.
“Yeah,” he nodded finally, agreeing with the other. “It’s just you. We’ll be normal from here on out,” he smiled, giving the other a thumbs up. “I’m not sure why this affected us so much in the first place,” he lied and began to walk back towards their dorm.
“Right?” Kuramochi sighed. “Idiot, I don’t think we’ve ever fought like that. I mean…for real,” he muttered slowly. “You still piss me off way too much!” he scoffed.
“You like when I do though. It was awkward not getting to tease you these past few days,” he said with a telling smirk, nudging him lightly.
“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Kuramochi smirked, brushing the other off. He was happy they were slowly returning to normal. Punching his arm, he laughed. “I’ll see you later. I’m gonna shower and get studying.”
“Studying?” Miyuki scoffed. “Don’t lie, you’re going to play video games,” he teased, stopping outside of Kuramochi’s door.
“Maybe,” he smirked, waving goodbye as he disappeared into his room.
The next few days went by rather smoothly. Class returned to normal, Miyuki and Kuramochi bantering like they always did. Kuramochi ate lunch with Akemi, enjoying her company, though occasionally he would go quiet when he found himself reminiscing on the events earlier in the week. Akemi would ask, but Kuramochi would quickly brush her off with a smile, coming up with a quick excuse.
Practice seemed normal as well, though sometimes Kuramochi spent practice watching Miyuki. He enjoyed watching the other call plays so intently. Miyuki’s brow furrowed in concentration as he worked with the pitchers. He adored the way he held the team together, though he knew the catcher often times felt insecure about his captain status. He had always watched the other, but ever since their kiss something felt strange.
It didn’t take long before Akemi showed up at Kuramochi’s room unexpectedly, when he returned from his extra batting practice.
“Hi Youichi-chan,” Akemi waved, sitting on Eijun’s bed with a small smile. He felt his cheeks heat up as he walked towards the bed. “Eijun-kun let me in,” she said softly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“N-No! Of course not!” he said. “Is everything okay?” he asked, taking a seat next to her.
“I was actually hoping to talk to you about…Miyuki-kun,” she said hesitantly.
“Eh?! What about Miyuki?” he exclaimed quickly. “We made up a few days ago,” he said, his heart racing. Maybe she had discovered they had kissed and was upset?
“I know. That’s what you said…but what was the fight about exactly?” she asked. Puzzled, Kuramochi stared at her before speaking.
“Oh, you know, Miyuki was being an ass hole like he always is,” Kuramochi chuckled, waving his hand.
“Really? That’s all?” she asked.
“Yeah…” Kuramochi replied softly. Her eyes shifted away from him for a moment.
“I’ve…seen the way you two look at each other. Especially the way you watch him at practice…or the way you two interact in class,” she said slowly. “It’s kind of how you look at me…but different.”
“Well, he is my best friend!” Kuramochi exclaimed quickly, though he had a feeling he knew what she was getting at. Apparently his confusion about the other hadn’t been subtle at all.
“Exactly,” she smiled. “Our relationship is rather new…and I do like you, Youichi-chan,” she said taking his hand. “But…if you have feelings for someone else, I’d rather…you tell me now.” She turned her eyes up towards him, looking rather confident in her words. “I wouldn’t be upset, nor would I judge you. I know baseball takes up most of your time and is important to you…perhaps someone like Miyuki-kun…fully understands that?” she whispered softly, giving his hand a light squeeze.
“I…I’m sorry…” Kuramochi swallowed. “I didn’t mean to lead you on…” She chuckled and leaned over, kissing his cheek.
“You didn’t really,” she said sadly. “You’re a nice guy, Youichi. Despite the tough guy attitude you put on, you’re very genuine. You should really…make up with Miyuki-kun. For real this time,” she chuckled, standing up. As far being intuitive went, it seemed Kuramochi had met his match with Akemi. “I promise to come to your games still, it’s fun watching you guys play,” she laughed while Kuramochi stood up with her, pulling her into a hug.
“Thanks, Akemi…” he muttered awkwardly. “I really…never expected this to happen.”
“It’s alright…just be honest,” she nodded, leaving him alone in his room.
Miyuki sat in his room that night, sorting through notes while his roommates had stayed behind to practice more. Miyuki usually had about an hour until he was no longer alone in his room. This hour was always his most productive and he often used it to sort through his notes and strategies.
The catcher had been trying his best to act normal with Kuramochi again. Things had certainly gotten better externally, though internally he couldn’t help but wonder what Kuramochi had meant. He needed more time, he claimed. So did that mean he had to figure things out with Akemi? Every time his mind went blank, he willed himself not to think about it. The less he thought about it, the easier it became to act like his normal teasing self with the shortstop.
He pushed his glasses up, rubbing his eyes tiredly when he heard the knock on the door.
“Hey, can I come in?” Kuramochi asked, not waiting for an answer as he stepped into the room after Miyuki had opened the door.
“What’s up?” Miyuki asked, taking a seat back at his desk chair.
“So…Akemi and I…broke up,” he said, sighing as he sat on Miyuki’s bed.
“Oh?” Miyuki said, trying not to sound too happy. “You, uh, okay?” he asked awkwardly, keeping his back turned away.
“Yeah. She kind of…figured shit out,” Kuramochi sighed.
“What are you talking about?” Miyuki asked, leaning over the back of the chair, finally turning to look curiously at the shortstop.
“Uh, you know…with me and you,” he said, gesturing to him. Rolling his eyes, Miyuki turned around, staring back down at his book.
“There’s not anything between me and you,” he said quietly. “We discussed this and we said we weren’t going to be awkward anymore.”
“Yeah well she…noticed the way I looked at ya’ and…what not,” he muttered, scratching his cheek, ignoring what Miyuki said.
“Which isn’t really any different than how you look at anyone,” Miyuki huffed out, growing more and more annoyed by the other’s presence currently. He couldn’t exactly move on if Kuramochi was going to show up and talk about the problem again.
“Why are you always such a damn idiot?!” Kuramochi snapped. Standing up, he yanked on the back of Miyuki’s chair, tugging him backwards. Quickly the catcher snapped his gaze to the shortstop, staring up at him. “I’m always looking at you! In class I always turn around and look at you. At practice, I stare when you catch for the pitchers. I watch how intense you get. Your lips get all narrow when you review a play in your mind. I watch when your eyes get all sparkly and excited when the team works together. Hell, I even watch when you take your damn helmet off. I’m…I’m always staring at you, like some sort of creep!” he snapped. “So don’t act all mopey and depressed because what I’m saying is…I like looking at you and I want you to look back at me…like you like me…like you said you did!” he exclaimed.
Reaching up, Miyuki pulled on Kuramochi’s shirt collar, bringing their lips together again. This time, Kuramochi’s eyes widened in shock, staring at the other for a brief moment before relaxing into the kiss. It was the same feeling he had felt before, the relief and the thrill of kissing Miyuki still excited him more than he ever expected it too. His fingertips tingled and his heart thumped loudly against his chest. His cheeks flushed as the other pulled away from him.
“I want to look at you too,” he whispered, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Especially if you’ve got that dopey look on your face,” he muttered, turning his face back to the book in front of him.
Groaning, Kuramochi slapped him on the back of his head.
“You’re such a damn idiot…” he laughed softly. Turning to face him again, their eyes met, staring at each other in silence.
“You’re right, I am. Your damn idiot,” he smirked, especially happy when Kuramochi’s cheeks turned bright pink.
“Y-Yeah well…you’re the idiot who made me lose my cute girlfriend, so you better take responsibility,” he huffed out, turning his nose up at Miyuki.
With a loud laugh, Miyuki slipped his hand into Kuramochi’s intertwining their rough, calloused fingers.
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Main Pairings: Miyusawa; Itsumei; Side Pairings: Tetsumiyu, Tetsujun, Masamei, Miyumei, possibly others. Hints of Kurasawa and Kuramiyu
Rating: M
Words: 6,554
AO3
Summary: Sawamura Eijun has always been a ray of sunshine, working hard towards his goal of one day becoming a professional baseball player. However, when he meets Miyuki Kazuya, a vampire tired of his immortality, he learns about a world shrouded in darkness he never knew existed. Eijun quickly learns that his world isn’t as normal as he once thought and more people than he ever expected are involved in this strange new reality.
Mei kept his slender fingers wrapped tightly around Miyuki’s wrist as he dragged him through the party. He couldn’t bring himself to turn around and look at the other. He couldn’t bear to see what Miyuki’s eyes had become. His face was hollow and even his wrist felt thin and frail to the blond. If he squeezed too hard, he was convinced he might break Miyuki.
It was disgusting to Mei; seeing Miyuki like this. They had been the best hunters in their line of progenies. What the hell had Miyuki been doing all this time? Surely he had fed off of someone other than his maker.
“Mei,” Miyuki muttered, though he spoke quietly, he knew Mei could hear him over the pounding loud music and obnoxious murmuring humans. “Mei!” he called out a bit louder when he did not receive an answer. Whipping his head around, the blond turned to face his old rival.
“Kazuya,” he sighed, unwrapping his fingers from the other’s wrist. “You better take tonight seriously!” he scoffed, folding his arms. “It’s been awhile since we’ve done this and from the looks of it, you could really use a good human to feed from,” he smirked, his teasing smile worked to push at Miyuki’s buttons. Miyuki scoffed back, rolling his eyes.
“What do you want from me, Mei? I’m here, aren’t I?” Miyuki replied with far less enthusiasm than Mei wanted. Letting out a growl, he stepped back, standing next to the other.
“I want you to feed,” he hissed, nudging the other’s shoulder. “You think I don’t know about your vampire doldrums…or whatever you want to call it?” Mei snapped. “Masa and Tetsu talk. They’re good friends. And Masa talks to me. This selfish act of yours is starting to hurt Tetsu. I don’t know what the hell you’re doing!” The blond turned to his friend, waiting for some kind of reaction, but Miyuki stayed stoic and silent.
Rolling his eyes, the angry blond clenched his fists. He hated this. He and Miyuki had always been rivals, but never before had he so badly wanted to hit the other. It was rare that the two ever physically fought, but right now he was fighting against every instinct in his body. He could remember a time when Miyuki had been so strong. Strong enough to make Mei hate him for his strength. Many a night had Mei returned home immediately complaining to Masa about how he would never be able to match Miyuki as a hunter. Miyuki knew how to be simply alluring, drawing in the most delicious of unsuspecting, unintelligent prey. His lure would quickly turn into a ferocity Mei had never witnessed before, Miyuki making his prey succumb to the pleasure he pumped into their veins whilst he drank happily. Mei was never as graceful as the other, often times rushed into his feedings, forcing his prey into a painful state. But now, things were different. Years of half-assed feedings had weakened Miyuki and Mei had spent those years perfecting his style.
Tilting his nose up, Mei’s nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the vulnerable humans dancing their innocent dance in the middle of the small beach house. Slowly the black engulfed his eyes, swallowing the bright blue color as he took in the delicious smell of his sweaty prey.
“Can’t you smell how good they smell?” he asked, flicking his eyes towards Miyuki. He could feel the tips of his fangs elongating in his mouth as the hunger fought to take over his being. The smell at parties was always particularly pungent, making the desire to feed strong, even for older vampires like Miyuki and Mei. Pressing his fangs back up to his gums, he sighed, waiting for Miyuki to react.
“I smell it,” he muttered.
“So feed,” Mei whined. “Just humor me.”
“I will,” Miyuki snapped, turning to the other. His eyes were a deep black and Mei could almost feel the desire emanating from his being. Smirking again, Mei ran his tongue over his teeth.
“Good! Make sure you pick someone good for the grand return to our game,” he laughed.
“I don’t know why you would expect anything less from me,” Miyuki said. His lips began to curve up into a smile.
“That’s the Miyuki I know,” he grinned and began to scan the crowd. “What’ll it be? Drunk frat boy? Or do you prefer a desperate girl? It’s been a long time since you’ve been in the game, maybe I should offer you my advice,” Mei said cockily.
Snorting, Miyuki shook his head, laughing hard.
“I don’t care how long I’ve been out of the game, you’ll never be better than me, Mei. Like I would ever need advice from you!” he howled with laughter, clutching his stomach. Though Mei didn’t appreciate the snarky comments from the other, he was happy to see the brown haired vampire returning to his normal personality. Perhaps he really had needed someone to force his ass out again.
“Fine,” Mei huffed. “If you don’t think you need my help then so be it, I’ll leave you to it, Miyuki Kazuya,” he grunted. Narrowing his eyes, he smirked, a familiar glint in his eye.
“Do you have a challenge in mind, Mei?” Miyuki asked, immediately recognizing the look on the other’s face.
“Yup,” he grinned. “No girls tonight. Boys only. Girls fall for your pretty face too easily,” Mei said, thrusting an angry finger towards Miyuki’s lips. “If you really think you can still beat me and jump back into things so easily you should have no problem getting one of these guys to let you feed off of them!”
“Alright,” Miyuki nodded. “Doesn’t seem like too difficult of a challenge.”
“Well, we’ll have to see who finds the better prey,” Mei huffed.
“I’m curious if you’re still a sore loser,” Miyuki smirked, his eyes no longer looking at the blond as he tried to scan the crowd.
“Well you’re not going to find out, because I’m not going to lose!” Mei didn’t really care who Miyuki went after. If he was getting excited about the challenge, then Mei would take it.
“Whatever you say,” Miyuki smirked, holding out his hand to the other. Mei reached forward, taking Miyuki’s outstretched palm, and shook on their deal.
“You’re on,” he said with determination, turning away from the other. Making his way deeper into the crowd, Mei felt an excitement he hadn’t in years. Tonight he was going to help Kazuya return to the world he had been missing from for so long.
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Upon Mei leaving his side, Miyuki felt his shoulders slump slightly. Putting on a front for the other had been harder than he had initially expected. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited for their little challenge, but he certainly had exaggerated his excitement, knowing the other boy wouldn’t leave him alone until he got, at the very least, a bit interested in their evening.
Miyuki had come to the party mostly to please Tetsu, but helping his ‘friendship’ with Mei and Masa’s clan was an added bonus he supposed. Sighing, he leaned against the counter.
“Boys only, heh,” he muttered, pressing the glasses up on his nose. He wasn’t sure what was different about this night compared to others he had spent with the blond. Mei always went for males. He liked the challenge of luring in boys more than girls, plus, Mei had always preferred males, at least for as long as Miyuki had known him.
The smells of the party wafted into his nose, his eyes fluttering between his natural golden hues and the black which often overtook the color when he wanted nothing more than to dig his sharp fangs into the neck of any one of these humans. Shit. It really had been far too long since he had fed on human blood. In his ears he could hear the blood pumping through the veins of the humans who walked by him; the flowing red liquid moving through their warm bodies. He felt his mouth run dry, already desperate for the taste of the thick blood.
Jun had been right, waiting for too long evoked something within Miyuki, feelings of being a newborn vampire again. The insatiable desire to drink from anything that moved crept under his skin. He dug his nails into his palm, stopping himself from leaping at the closest human in his vicinity.
At the very least, this party had proven to help Miyuki realize he could no longer let his hunger go for this long. Going on some sort of feeding rampage would’ve been good for no one, not himself and especially not Tetsu. Just the thought of upsetting his maker so greatly made his dead heart painfully throb in his chest. The bond tugging at his emotions.
For a moment he silently thanked Mei for initiating the challenge, it gave him something to focus on. Find a cute boy…one who would taste good, one who would succumb to his will quicker than anyone Mei could find. Someone who would make the blond reel with jealousy.
His eyes moved over the crowd, there were plenty of boys at this party, maybe too many. From what he had heard, it was a baseball party, so perhaps they all wanted to party with each other before the new season began with the start of school. He scoffed to himself, trying to see the challenge in this. Really anytime people were drunk it made things a hell of a lot easier for him. Plus, many of them would forget what had happened the night before and in the chance they didn’t, it was rare any actually believed what happened to them.
So far however, this particular crowd was rather disappointing. Getting closer felt dangerous to the vampire. If he stepped into the crowd he would be surrounded by the scents which threatened to overtake his sanity. He was far too proud to allow that to happen at a party such as this…a party where he was challenging Mei again. Letting the other know he was far weaker than Mei assumed would’ve been a fatal mistake.
While Miyuki desperately tried to calm his instincts, among the crowd, he saw him. A boy practically glowing more than the others in the crowd. His smile was wide, taking up the majority of his face. The beginning of wrinkles curved against his young cheeks and his eyes were closed as he moved in time with the music. He looked so damn happy and Miyuki could only wonder why. Was it the alcohol? Or did he naturally enjoy life in such an outward manner.
His dancing was sloppy, his arms wobbling through the air, the beer in his hand spilling onto his skin. Already he could smell the stickiness against the boys natural scent. He smelled of the beach, sand and salty wind mingling with his natural sweat. The beads trickled down the side of his face, obviously from the rather strenuous dancing he was participating in, though it seemed he was the only one moving in such a way. The others around him bobbed up and down, laughing both at the boy and with him.
Him. It was going to be him.
Miyuki couldn’t take his eyes off the boy now they had settled there. He licked his lips, already loving the boy's smell from this far away. He radiated with the most tantalizing scent, though Miyuki couldn’t tell if that was perhaps his severe hunger speaking. He stepped closer, making his way into the waves of people dancing to the music.
The boy’s laugh was loud and it was easy to follow the sound of his voice, but even without that, Miyuki couldn’t help but fixate on the other. His smile was so enticing and his dancing was awkward, however Miyuki couldn’t help but find it oddly endearing with a touch of innocence. The boy didn’t care how the others were dancing, he was doing whatever he pleased. Miyuki couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol controlling his actions, or if the boy was naturally this wild.
As he grew closer, Miyuki resisted the urge to snatch the boy up immediately and drag him to a dark corner of the house, digging his fangs into his light skin. He had to do this the normal way, grab his attention, keep him as unsuspecting as possible and gradually pull him away from others at the party.
Licking his lips, he began to move his own body, dancing with the music as the others did. A few girls smiled at him, trying to grab his attention, but all challenges with Mei aside, Miyuki had his mind set on this boy. Moving through the crowd, still dancing, he caught the other out of the corner of his eye. Pausing for a moment, he prepared himself to use one of his favorite party tricks. Stepping closer to the other, he stumbled purposefully, falling into the loud boy, dumping a large majority of both their beers onto their clothes and the hardwood floor.
~
All promises of not getting drunk were left behind as Eijun flailed about in the middle of the dance floor. He truly hadn't meant to have another crazy night, not after last summer. But one drink had turned into two and two had turned into five. Eijun was often easily distracted and because of this, he found himself in this drunken situation yet again. Around him he could hear blurred laughter and muted music, covered up by the sound of his own head throbbing against his eardrums. He was going to hate himself in the morning, but that was future Eijun’s problem. Current Eijun was actually rather enjoying himself. His drink sloshed around in his cup, falling onto his hand, the music swaying his body uncontrollably. He thought he heard Zono yell something about spills, but it wasn’t until it was far too late that Eijun even thought to stop moving. His back slammed against the person behind him, his drink falling to the floor and all over his clothes.
“Shit!” he said, turning his head around fast. “Uh…S-Sorry!” he yelled loudly, staring at the person who had slammed into his back. The boy was taller than him, but he was crouched down slightly, adjusting the black frames which shaped his eyes. Eijun felt his cheeks heat up while he watched the other stand up straight. He was so damn…pretty.
Could boys even be pretty?
Eijun had never found another boy attractive before, so he could only assume it was the alcohol exploiting the thoughts in his brain.
“My bad!” the boy laughed awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to run into you,” he chuckled. Eijun frowned. He wasn’t sure what the hell this guy found so damn funny. He’d made a mess on the floor and all over Eijun’s clothes. He hadn’t noticed the second thing right away, but the longer he stood in place, the faster he felt the liquid seep into his clothes.
“Ugh!” he groaned, shaking the sticky beer off of his hand.
“SAWAMURA! You’re making more of a mess! What the hell!” Zono’s voice boomed into Eijun’s ears, causing the younger to stare at the large puddle of beer at his feet.
“Well, what do you want me to do, Zono?!” Eijun yelled back loudly. “This jerk ran into me!” he said, gesturing towards the pretty boy who still stood in front of him.
“Ah! C’mon, let’s grab a towel!” the other boy said. “You’re soaked and you’re just making your friend angrier!” The bespectacled stranger grabbed Eijun’s wrist and pulled him away from the dance floor faster than the drunk boy could fully comprehend.
“Wha?” he muttered, stumbling out of the crowd with the stranger.
“Do you know where the bathroom is?” The other called out over the music. Quickly Eijun nodded in response.
“Uh…yeah, this way!” he yelled, gesturing down the back hall. He began to stumble down the hallway, leading the way slowly, the boy following behind. “You know,” he began, “I’m not sure why you’re even coming with me. You didn’t get as wet,” he noted, stopping to turn and look at the other.
“Well I spilled all over you…it seemed only polite to help.” Eijun found it a bit odd, but if the guy wanted to help him so much, who was he to argue?
“What’s your name?” Eijun asked, stepping into the small bathroom. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here…at school or one of Zono’s parties. How do you know him?” He spoke quickly, the words stumbling off his tongue. He was starting to curse those extra beers he hadn’t meant to have. He probably looked like a fool to this guy.
“Ah, I’m Miyuki,” he said, grabbing a towel off the rack. He began to pat the shorter’s chest, walking him back towards the wall. Eijun pressed his back against the cool surface slowly. They were close, far closer than Eijun had ever been to another boy…in this sort of setting at least. “Zono and I have a class together.”
His heart fluttered in his chest. His cheeks flushing, not from the alcohol, but from the closeness of their bodies. Miyuki’s breath was shockingly cool against his skin. He could feel his flesh tingle with each soft huff of air, tickling his slightly exposed chest.
“R-Right…” Eijun said quietly, snatching the towel from the other’s hand. “You don’t have to do it. I mean I’m drunk, but I can pat myself down,” he said hitting his own chest and stomach with the soft fabric, trying to sloppily soak up the liquid on his shirt.
“Idiot. You’re making more of a mess on your clothes,” he sighed, but quickly smirked, leaning in closer to the other. “Does being close to another boy bother you that much?” he teased. Pushing his face away from his own, Eijun shook his head fast.
“No I don’t care, but you’re acting weird. I don’t even know you!” he yelled.
“Look, I’m just trying to help,” he shrugged.
“Fine.”
“Fine,” Miyuki replied, taking the towel from Eijun’s tightly clenched fist. He began patting him down once more. “Are you sure this doesn’t make you…uncomfortable?” he asked, leaning closer to him.
“W-Well when you get this close! It’s a little weird!” he stammered, pressing his back against the wall harder.
“So I take it you’ve never kissed another boy then?” Miyuki asked. “Or maybe you’ve never kissed anyone!” he teased. Who the hell was this guy? Of course, he was correct. Eijun hadn’t kissed anyone. He had never had time. In high school, he had spent all his time practicing pitching and playing baseball and now in college he was doing the same thing. He didn’t have time for girls or relationships, at least that was always the excuse he made for himself.
“What’s it to you if I’ve kissed anyone!” he snapped, grabbing Miyuki’s hand, stopping the motion of the towel.
“I don’t really care,” Miyuki laughed. “You’re pretty cute, but with this loud personality I can see why people would choose not to go for someone like you. Or is this just how you act while drunk?”
“Cute?! What the hell-“ Frowning Eijun, attempted to yank the towel back from him, accidentally pulling Miyuki towards him. The other placed his hands on either side of the wall, bracing himself as to not fall into the other. Smirking, Miyuki stared down at the other, leaning closer to his lips.
“Isn’t this a funny coincidence,” he whispered. “You’ve pulled me closer to my goal,” he chuckled.
Eijun tried to regain his thoughts. He wasn’t used to someone being this close to him, especially not another attractive boy. His face was red, staring into the bright golden hues of Miyuki…this boy he had just met. Swallowing, he glanced away.
“Your…goal?” he asked. Miyuki lowered his lips to Eijun’s neck and once again, Eijun felt a shiver travel down his spine, the hair on his arm standing on edge. Miyuki’s breath was ice cold and his lips were almost touching his skin. “What are you doing?” he asked loudly. If the guy was gonna kiss him, shouldn’t it at least be on his lips?
“Shh,” Miyuki whispered. “You’re so damn loud,” he teased, pressing his lips to Eijun’s sweaty skin. The lips were soft and far wetter than Eijun had ever expected them to be. He opened his mouth to protest, but his lower belly fluttered from the contact and it made him slowly shut his mouth, letting the other’s wet tongue glide over his skin. It felt good…way better than Eijun had ever expected a kiss to feel. A soft sigh unexpectedly left his lips.
“Wait-” he began to say before feeling a sharp piercing pain push into his skin. It was like two large needles pushing deep into his veins. His body shook, reacting to the deep wound. Just as he was about to cry out, he felt a wave of pleasure encapsulate his entire being. His legs shook as he felt Miyuki’s arm wrap around his waist, holding him up. “A-Ah…what you…d-doing?” he panted, moaning loudly. His hips thrust up towards the other almost involuntarily. His eyes fluttered, his vision blurring even more. His neck was on fire from massive pain and pleasure pouring into his body. He clung to the other boy, not wanting to fall, trying desperately to fight to stay conscious. The tips of his fingers tingled against Miyuki’s shirt. Feeling tense, he gripped the fabric tightly. What was he doing? Had he bit him? No…it felt too good to be a bite...There was no way a bite would be that pleasurable. Thoughts swirled through his mind one by one, trying to make sense of what was happening, fighting the urge to shut his eyes. Twitching against the other, he slowly felt his world go black.
~
Tadano Itsuki wasn’t normally a party goer of this sort. As the starting catcher on their team, he often spent his nights planning strategies for the pitchers, mainly Eijun, since his pitching style was so damn unique. It was never a dull moment catching for the other, that was for sure. But Itsuki loved it, loved the challenge of it all, loved working hard to improve. He had gone to this university for this reason, all with the goal of going pro. Having passionate pitchers like Eijun only helped him improved and for that, he was grateful.
However, he also worked twice as hard as half the other members on the team, leaving him exhausted at night. During these few precious days off, Itsuki usually spent his time sleeping, or that was what he had done last year. This year, he had finally been dragged out by some of the other team members. His roommate, Haruichi had insisted Itsuki come out for a least an hour.
So Itsuki had braved the party and now he stood awkwardly in the corner, holding a beer he’d been nursing all evening. This was exactly why Itsuki didn’t come to these sort of gatherings. He much preferred to watch some T.V, read a comic, or listen to music during his time off. He liked to unwind and a party like this only made him more tense.
He never knew who to talk to. Haruichi had disappeared into the crowd, probably found Eijun or Kuramochi, the other usually hung around the two. He had seen Eijun and spoken to him briefly, but mostly the conversation had consisted of Itsuki saying hello and Eijun drunkenly yelling about how it was so exciting Itsuki had decided to actually come out to the party. He hadn’t seen him since.
Puffing out his cheeks, he glanced at his watch. The allotted time was almost up and then Itsuki would’ve met his quota for the evening. He could go home and rest, dump out the beer and move on. Lesson learned, parties really weren’t for him. At least he could say he tried it.
“What are you doing standing over here all awkward by yourself?” A higher pitched male tone rang in his ears. Glancing up he stared at the blond boy in front of him. His eyes were the brightest blue Itsuki had ever seen, and they bounced out at him, a stark contrast to his pale skin and blond hair.
“Oh, uh, I don’t normally do this,” he said, gesturing to the party he seemed to be observing from the corner.
“What? Have fun?” the other smirked, leaning against the wall with him.
“This isn’t exactly my definition of fun,” Itsuki murmured, taking a sip of the beer, more for show than anything.
“What is then?” the blond asked, glancing at him curiously. His blue hues stared at him and Itsuki felt the other was staring deep into his soul his eyes were so incredibly captivating.
“Oh, I dunno, reading a comic or…sleeping.” Saying the words aloud made him realize just how nerdy he sounded, though he hadn’t meant to. He knew he shouldn’t care. If those things were what made him happy, that was all that mattered, especially since it was his break after all. A well-deserved one.
“Really? Sounds pretty nerdy,” the blond snorted, clearly teasing the taller. Itsuki frowned, turning his face away from the other. On top of feeling embarrassed, he didn’t want this new person to catch the blush which had found it’s way onto his cheeks. “Oi, oi,” the other said, patting his shoulder. “I didn’t say it was bad, it’s pretty cute actually,” he smirked.
The boy was confident, Itsuki could tell. He had worked with enough pitchers to recognize the trait fairly easily, but he couldn’t quite read his motive. His demeanor was almost flirtatious, but Itsuki had never been hit on by another guy before, so perhaps he was reading too much into the motions of his hands, or the small cocky curve of his lip.
“Cute?” Itsuki replied finally, letting out a soft sigh. “Not exactly the adjective I was going for,” he grumbled.
“What were you going for? Awkward nerd in the corner?” the blond asked, leaning closer towards the dark haired boy. Blinking, Itsuki followed his eyes, scooting to the side a bit, attempting to create some space between them.
“Who are you exactly?” he spoke finally, deflecting the blond’s questions away from himself.
“Narumiya,” he said, holding out his hand. Hesitantly, Itsuki took the other’s hand and shook it briefly.
“Tadano,” he muttered, shaking his hand. “Do you go to this school? I’ve never seen you before.” It wasn’t too out of the ordinary to not meet someone. The University was rather large and if you didn’t have a class or activity with someone, it was easy to miss a person. Though Itsuki couldn’t help but feel he would’ve remembered Narumiya, if only for his eyes.
“Yeah,” he nodded with a smile. “I guess we missed each other. You were probably too busy reading comics,” he grinned.
“Probably…” Itsuki said quickly. Not wanting to roll his eyes at the other, he changed the subject hastily, “Nice to meet you Narumiya, are you in any clubs then?”
“Just call me Mei,” he said, his nose wrinkling up a bit as he spoke. “Narumiya feels too formal. And no, I'm not.”
“Oh, well, then just Itsuki is fine for me,” he said, smiling back.
“Alright just Itsuki, are you in the baseball club then? Since you were forced to this party, I could only assume you would have to be on the team?” Mei questioned. Itsuki let out a small laughed and ran his fingertips over the rim of the silver can.
“Yeah, I’m the catcher,” he replied.
“Really?! I used to be a pitcher!” Mei exclaimed excitedly. “Catch for me sometime!”
“Used to be? Like in high school?” Itsuki questioned, tilting his head. “Did you not have time to play now?”
“You could say that.” A darkness rushed over Mei’s blue eyes for a brief moment and Itsuki pursed his lips, curious as to what could’ve made him stop.
“I see,” Itsuki replied quietly, deciding against prying further into the mysterious blond’s life.
“You’re cuter than you realize,” he smirked, nudging him. Itsuki shook his head quickly.
“Oh no, Mei. You’re very mistaken!” he said, placing the beer on the table next to him. He wasn’t much of a drinker, so even one beer was enough to make him feel a slight buzz.
“Really?” he asked, leaning in closer to him. Itsuki was transfixed onto Mei’s eyes, so much so, he didn’t notice the other moving closer and closer to his lips. He wouldn’t have minded if their lips accidentally collided. If he could stare into his blue eyes for only a bit longer, Itsuki would’ve let Mei do anything he wanted to him.
A crash pulled Itsuki from Mei’s gaze, the two boys turning their attention to the hallway. For a brief moment, Itsuki couldn’t seem to remember what they had even been talking about in the first place.
~
“Not getting drunk, my ass,” Kuramochi spoke sharply under his breath. He had no idea where Eijun had gone after leaving him. This night was the biggest disaster and it had barely begun for him.
He cursed himself yet again for leaving his knives back home. He had been so damn determined to not need them and now the crest on his shoulder burned, as if to tease him for his stupidity. Why had he thought he could get away from this life? He had been so damn lucky for the past two years.
He made his way to the kitchen, scanning for a larger knife he could use. Zono had been smart to put most of the cutlery away. A regular knife would never have the same affect as his hunting knife, but it would do for now. Enough to keep the suckers from his friends, or so he hoped.
Originally, he had planned to stay with Eijun all damn night, especially when he saw the boy stupidly down his 3rd beer. He knew there was no way it would end well especially with the way Eijun seemed to have a knack of making a scene everywhere he went, especially when drunk. He would stick out like a damn sore thumb to one of the vampires here this evening.
He still hadn’t figured out why Narumiya Mei and Miyuki Kazuya had chosen their party. Of all the damn places they could’ve gone. There were probably clubs in the city…or other college parties, if they had such a strong desire to be in this scene. But here they were, ruining one of the last college parties of the summer Kuramochi had been trying to enjoy.
Finally, after searching through a few of Zono’s drawers as discreetly as possible, he hid the dull-looking steak knife at his side and he made his way back to the living room. His eyes darted about, scanning the room desperately looking for his idiot roommate. He didn’t see Eijun anywhere.
“C’mon Eijun!” he hissed under his breath. “Normally you’re acting like an idiot when you’re this drunk, so where the hell are you?” he scoffed. Trying to see over the crowd, he finally spotted an angry looking Zono. He dashed over, pushing through the groups of sweaty dancing people. “Zono!” he called out, stumbling towards the larger.
“Oi! ‘Mochi! Can you tell your sloppy roommate to be more careful with his damn drinks? He’s lucky this wasn’t the damn carpet!” he yelled. Glancing down at the floor, he could see where the crowd had dissipated, leaving Zono to clean the large puddle of beer which had pooled on the floor.
“Yeah sure whatever,” Kuramochi said, brushing him off. “Where the hell did he go?”
“I don’t know,” Zono shrugged. “He went off with the guy who bumped into him. They went to the bathroom I think,” he said, swinging his arm in the general direction of the bathroom. Kuramochi’s eyes widened.
“Did you recognize the guy?” he asked hurriedly. Zono raised an eyebrow at him.
“No? What the hell is going on?” he called out over the music, but Kuramochi had already turned away, pushing to the bathroom.
Damn, Eijun was such an idiot. Though Kuramochi supposed he couldn’t blame the other for simply being human. Most people had no idea vampires even existed and if Kuramochi could help it, he was going to make sure Eijun stayed in the dark about this fact as well. He prayed the boy had bumped into some normal idiotic human.
Dashing down the hall, he made his way to the bathroom, turning the corner to see exactly what he hadn’t wanted to. Eijun, slouched against the body of Miyuki Kazuya, the bloodsucker doing what he did best, pulling blood from the other’s neck. There were a few trickles of blood flowing down the curve of Eijun's skin.
“Get the hell off of him,” Kuramochi growled, shoving the other directly into the tub, pulling the knife out. Eijun’s eyes fluttered as he sank towards the floor and Kuramochi lunged forward, holding the knife out towards Miyuki.
The vampire grabbed the edge of the shower, almost falling backwards as he licked his lips glaring at Kuramochi.
“Who the hell are you?” he growled, his pitch black eyes settled on Kuramochi for a moment before he noticed them flick back to Eijun moaning on the ground.
“I know what you are and I want you to fucking leave or I’ll jam this knife right into your damn neck,” he snarled, not wanting to give away any more information. If Miyuki Kazuya figured out who he was, Kuramochi would never be able to finish the last normal year of his schooling. “Get out and leave us alone and we’ll leave you alone,” he threatened. What he was doing was taboo…and he knew it. Letting a vampire go free, especially a famous one like Miyuki Kazuya could get him killed by his own clan, but he wasn’t about to cause more of a scene then he already had.
“So you’re a hunter? From which clan?” Miyuki asked, standing up straight, looking completely unfazed by the knife or the attack. Glancing down at the knife in Kuramochi’s hand he began to laugh. “A stupid one I assume since you grabbed an ordinary kitchen utensil,” he smirked.
Growling Kuramochi clenched the knife harder, he really was an idiot if he thought Miyuki Kazuya wouldn’t notice the type of knife he held in his hand.
“Alright, it wouldn’t kill you but it could do enough harm to cause problems for you and your friend, Narumiya Mei,” he snapped. Miyuki sighed and pressed his glasses up his nose, leaning against the wall.
“I never expected a hunter to be at small party like this,” he groaned. “I wasn't going to kill your friend, I just wanted a nice meal,” he teased, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, licking at the blood which had followed the motion.
“Yeah and I never expected two bloodsuckers to show up at my party, so we both had a nice surprise this evening…” he scoffed. “Get out. Take Narumiya and get out and don’t come back here. There are plenty of other places you can hunt,” he snapped.
With a groan, he felt a tug on his pants and his head whipped down to Eijun, who shakily reached for him.
“K-Kuramochi,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I drank too much again,” he whimpered rather pathetically. Kuramochi could've killed him for speaking his name out loud.
“Oh?” Miyuki smirked and dashed forward quickly grabbing Kuramochi’s neck, pinning him against the wall, before either could blink. “So you’re a Kuramochi? A Kuramochi using a pathetic kitchen knife? What has become of your clan? And where are the rest of you? I heard you never hunted alone.”
“First time for everything,” he hissed out, grabbing at the vampire’s wrist which held his neck tightly. Miyuki smiled, his fangs still present from his last feeding.
“I’ve heard hunter blood tastes the best,” he smirked, leaning his head down towards Kuramochi’s neck. “Should I find out?”
“Get…off…” Kuramochi struggled against the vampire’s heavy grip. He dug his nails into the skin of his wrist, attempting to break free. Miyuki was strong…but Kuramochi was surprised he wasn’t stronger. Perhaps Eijun had been his first meal in a while. Closing his eyes, Kuramochi tried to steady his breathing. He had to calm down, but his mind was reeling from the fast pace of the fight. Miyuki had pinned him so fast…and if he didn’t act now he was certain the vampire would kill him and then continue his feast on Eijun.
Everything Kuramochi had wanted to avoid, every fear he had had, every fear his mother had had was quickly coming to fruition. How had he been so stupid? Did he actually think he could run away from this life? All he had done was put himself in danger and due to his stupidity, Eijun was going to die too.
“Mmm,” Miyuki sighed, pulling Kuramochi's hand away from his wrist, pressing the tips of his fangs to Kuramochi’s neck “And here I thought a Kuramochi would be more of a challenge, this has been so damn easy,” he muttered, about to bite into his skin.
“What the hell is going on in here?!” Zono’s booming voice came from the doorway of the bathroom. Miyuki’s eyes widened and jerked back, giving Kuramochi the opportunity to shove him away. “Why the hell is there blood on the floor?!” Zono yelled angrily as he finally stood in the doorway, glaring mostly at Kuramochi. Thankfully, he seemed to miss what had been going on a few moments moments prior.
Blinking, Kuramochi didn’t wait for Miyuki to regain his footing as he leaned down and grabbed Eijun’s hand. Yanking him up, the drunk boy, practically fell against the hunter.
“Idiot got too drunk, I’m going to take him home, okay?” Kuramochi said darkly, looking at Zono.
“Yeah everyone is fucking going home, this is a mess! You too buddy, get out,” Zono glared at the vampire. Kuramochi began to drag Eijun into the hallway, ignoring the murmurs of the people as he walked by. This was going to be one rumor he hoped died down quickly with the start up of school. Miyuki stepped out of the bathroom too, brushing quickly by Kuramochi.
“You got damn lucky, Kuramochi,” he snapped and Kuramochi believed him. Had Miyuki been at his full strength, he would’ve had no problem killing him, Zono and Eijun. He wasn’t sure why Miyuki Kazuya was as weak as he was, but Kuramochi didn’t feel like sticking around to find out. He’d been given a second chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. However, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him this wasn’t going to be the end of things with him, Eijun and Miyuki Kazuya.
“Nah it’s fine being curious, I don’t care if you wanna know,” and he didn’t. Although the second girl did kind of break his heart, Kuramochi was long over her. Baseball was his current love and all he really needed in life at the moment, it was his passion and what drove him. Honestly, he didn’t think he could be romantically involved with someone who didn’t like or watch baseball. It wouldn’t feel…right. Which was why he sort of understood Miyuki in a sense. Although Miyuki’s obsession with baseball was a little more extreme, since Kuramochi also wanted to have friends as well, but there was that underlying understanding and passion for the love of the sport that the shortstop could so easily relate to.
“Well…one day, you’re not going to have baseball around anymore. I mean, even pros retire pretty young, you know? Being a professional sports player doesn’t last like a normal career would. So…it’s nice to have those people around that will still be there even when it’s all over. I just feel like if you keep people at arms length all the time, you’re going to end up alone. Like…really alone.” And then again, it did really suck to know that Miyuki didn’t see Kuramochi like Kuramochi saw him.
“I see. Well, like I said, it surprised me.” Grinning, he nudged the other. “I mean you just act like such a lady expert,” he chuckled. Really Miyuki couldn’t say much more. It wasn’t as though he had experience with women. Or anyone for that matter. Kuramochi had far more experience than Miyuki did. He had never really thought about it much for himself. Mostly because he didn’t really do well with people anyway, he didn’t care much about having a relationship. Maybe if he found someone who cared about baseball as much as he did, someone like Kuramochi even.
“Eh?” he asked, looking rather confused. “What are you talking about?” he said. They still had plenty of time to be playing. Pros didn’t retire that young. “...I...hm...” Kuramochi had a point he supposed. He had never really thought of his life without baseball or what it would be like if he wasn’t playing the sport. Kuramochi was right though, eventually he wouldn’t be able to play. Maybe he could coach if he wanted to? “...Well we...we have a long time before that happens right?” Alone after baseball...he pursed his lips and grinned at Kuramochi, hiding his growing nerves. “Do you think I would be alone really? Would you really leave me alone after all this Kuramochi?”
— Seeing that the male was confused and awkward in his surroundings, she could only assume he was a new patient to the clinic. Or maybe that was just his nature, but regardless, Misaki offered a smile to the male, “Of course, I can definitely arrange a consultation for you.” she said, waving for the male to come towards the front counter. “Are you a new patient?” she asked, readying the needed paperwork to register him into their system.
“Yes, I do.” she responded to his second question. She turned the clipboard towards him and set down a pen. “I can set a consultation for you today, or would like it for another day?” she asked, checking her mother’s patient schedule. Finding an empty slot, since consultations often don’t take long, it should fit right into the empty spot…
“Uh, yeah I guess I would be,” he nodded, rubbing the side of his arm. “ Thanks for your help,” he muttered. He had spent so long hiding and not discussing his injury, it felt awkward to actually speak openly about it. “I’ve never needed to do this before. I don’t get injured often,” he muttered, feeling the need to defend himself.
“Ah I see,” he said, rubbing his arm for a moment before taking the clipboard from her, looking at the question he had to fill out. “How long do they take? A consultation I mean,” he asked. “It should be fine for today.” It wasn’t like he could go to his practice anyway.
But really, who was he kidding by saying he wasn’t easy to tease? No one. He was probably always going to be the easiest one to tease and that was absolutely the worst. He could deal with it, though, just like he always did. Besides, he’d kind of be a liar if he denied liking the teasing because it was a nice kind of attention to get from everyone - something that made him warm in the chest despite how riled up it got him.
Still, he shrugged and stuck his tongue out like the petulant child he could be, gently kicking his foot against Miyuki’s ankle as a slight ‘retaliation’ to the nudge.
“I don’t cry that much!” And a pause, pout light on his lips before turning into a small smile.
“I don’t really mind, though,” he replied, voice equally as soft even with no one currently there but them and a cake. “I like it.”
Miyuki grinned, happy to hear that Eijun wasn’t that bothered by it all. When it came down to it, he loved teasing the boy, above everyone else. It was always Eijun who had the best reactions and Miyuki liked to enjoy that the most. It was no fun teasing Kuramochi who just teased him back or Furuya who hardly responded.
“You cry a lot more than a little!” he laughed. “Your tears get all big and roll down your cheeks with snot dripping from your nose!” he snorted laughing hard.
“But it is nice to hear that you don’t mind it. It would certainly take the fun out of everything if it really upset you,” he sighed, calming down his laughing. “And I guess since today was special, I could cut back just a little. Just today.”
“You’d die sooner than give a straight answer, wouldn’t you?” And people said she was vague. No…to be able to talk so much and yet give nothing away…that was Miyuki, by far. She sniffed a little, “You’d be an excellent politician. But I’m sure somebody’s told you that before.”
No more compliments to his food. When he saw she was finishing it with little trouble, that should be enough satisfaction for his infinite ego.
“I would,” he smiled. “I think it’s more interesting if I reply this way don’t you?” he grinned. “Eh I’d rather not get that involved with people,” he shook his head. He had no desire to be in charge of people to that extent. Captain was one thing, this was another.
“So you’re enjoying it, I take it?” he asked. Watching her eat everything so heartily was clue enough, but the satisfaction of hearing her say it seemed nice.
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33. You belong on the naughty list.
“You know princess,” he said, tugging her hand towards his room. “I think we’re the only ones here, everyone has gone home for the Christmas break,” he grinned. Miyuki wasn’t very keen on spending Christmas with his father, so often times he stayed in his dorm as long as possible. “Since we’re all alone in the baseball house, maybe we could figure out what you deserve for Christmas,” he smirked. “You do belong on the naughty list after all.”
Mercedes grinned, hugging him and ignoring the gift. She didn’t care one bit was inside of it (except the thing she dreaded), so long as he got her something. When you had her sort of wealth, it really was just the thought that counted.
“You should be happy to give me anything. You love me, don’t you?” She nuzzled her head under his chin, brat mode completely fading to lovey dovey, “I love you. Tell me how much you love me. It’s an order.”
Pursing his lips, he hugged her back. He had spent a lot of time picking out a gift that would be acceptable by her standards, but he was slightly relieved that she didn’t seem to care as much about it as he expected her to.
“...Happy to give you anything?” he rolled his eyes. “Picking out a present for you was kind of a pain,” he teased, but let his head rest against her head. “Mmm I like you okay,” he whispered. “Is that good enough?”
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