世界のフラミンゴ! ☆

pretty boy catcher, at your service. there's no poetry in my soul,just a list of the lies i've told.けど俺に信じてるかな？ district zeta || hockey stick || citizen affiliated with citta alveare || indie friendly

[twistedcatch-blog]

誕生日おめでとう！☆

[twistedcatch-blog]

nicepii:

Eijun honestly would’ve just been exceptionally lonely if Miyuki hadn’t asked him to come to the cafe. What else would he have done if he wasn’t here, wander the city alone as usual? Play some ball? Well, try to anyways. You can’t play baseball by yourself. He couldn’t hold back the smile when Miyuki had asked, though he was probably coming across as entirely too excited at the time. He didn’t mean to, he was just glad someone remembered his special day, someone he knew and wanted to be around.

“I will! Don’t rush me I have to prepare myself for this, I’ve been waiting all year you know! Finally 17 did you know that?”

He seemed proud of himself, like he put forth some sort of effort to stay alive as long as he had and been here to celebrate with Miyuki. Really though, he couldn’t have asked for a better way to be spending his birthday in this city.

Closing his eyes a minute, lost in thought, he paused before his cake. Then, smiling, he blew out an imaginary candle and took a forkful of cake into his mouth.

“I had to make my wish first.”

You definitely can’t play baseball by yourself. Nothing was really as satisfying, otherwise. There is only so much swinging and pitching on your own that one can do before getting bored. Miyuki knew that first hand from the plays he tried to create and the swinging that he did endlessly through his healing process in the city with work and physical therapy taking up the other half of his time. There was only so much he could do without a team to guide.

Which is why he was more than content to be here with Sawamura - to spend time with someone familiar, even in such a light situation. For once and for whatever reason he was falling into more familiar situations, even if they normally weren’t his cup of tea. 

“Prepare? I didn’t know you had to prepare to eat a piece of cake, Sawamura,” he laughed out, fiddling with his fork before cutting into the corner of his own piece, eyes back on the other within moments. “You’re so old now, though. Wh--.” 

He cut himself off before he could make some snide remark, biting his tongue as he watched the other presumably making his wish before a smile spread back to his features.

“Yeah? And what did you wish for?”

[twistedcatch-blog]

nicepii:

TO: MIYUKI KAZUYA!!! FROM: #1 ACE

TEXT: would i lie to you TEXT: dont answer that TEXT: but im sure!!!!! TEXT: I DONT HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU MIYUKI KAZUYA SHUT UP!!!! TEXT: YOURE ANNOYING!!!! STOP SAYING THAT!!! TEXT: that sounds good i can meet you there whenever you want 0:

[TO:] bakamura [FROM:] international☆flamingo [TEXT:] this is you talking to me so. yes. probably. [TEXT:] if i was kuramochi you might not lie though but i’m not as mean. [TEXT:] of course you don’t. i know i’m cute but jeez chill out. [TEXT:] whenever is convenient for you though. i’m free now.

[twistedcatch-blog]

nicepii:

TO: MIYUKI KAZUYA!!! FROM: #1 ACE TEXT: it does i swear! probably bc your name is in all caps as a contact TEXT: shut up!!! no one????? TEXT: YEAH I DO!!! should i meet you somewhere??

[TO:] bakamura [FROM:] international☆flamingo [TEXT:] yeah ok i’ll believe it this time. [TEXT:] but are you sure it’s no one? [TEXT:] jeez don’t talk about me so much not everyone needs to know about your crush on me sawamura. ;) [TEXT:] oh. uh sure? i mean wherever is most convenient. train station?

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野

[twistedcatch-blog]

kashiwade:

There was something strange in what the boy said – a tug-of-war in his words, or some conflict that only just brushed the surface. He wanted to play with his friends again, and yet… the way he spoke of being captain, it was tired and weary. The Saniwa examined him for a moment, silent, before his gaze fell back to the bat.

Whatever he was feeling, his weapon was not of the same mind.

‘Do what you want,’ he said simply, turning the wooden implement over in his hands. His touch was gentle, but his tone was not. It was like he was stating some sort of philosophy. ‘Ignore those who disagree. Obligations don’t make for happiness.’

… or… something close to that. His posture stayed relaxed, and the smile stayed on his face, and he seemed more concerned with the sport of it all than the issues.

It wasn’t his place to intrude.

‘I wouldn’t mind,’ he said, extending the bat –

– back out to the boy, a silent attempt at return. It was nice to hold, but it wasn’t his to keep. ‘Seeing your practice. Playing,’ he added thoughtfully, gathering his arms back close to his chest. ‘If you’d have the patience. It sounds interesting.

‘And I have more time than I know what to do with.’

Being captain was more than exhausting. It was something he tried to push to the back of his mind but this was Miyuki we’re talking about. He was the type to throw himself into his work, stress about it endlessly, and make sure everything was perfect. If it wasn’t for him, Spring koushien would have been but a dream (and it still was, up until it became a reality, surprisingly). Losing strength was one thing he could make up for with planning, but that planning had him slowly losing his mind.

But here it was different. More calm, though he still took on the role of captain. It wasn’t necessarily as bad, but he did have to be more strict with the two unruly pitchers he now had to deal with who also competed for his attention.

The thought had him sighing, smile pulling back at his features and falling into its normal place - something that he didn’t give up. His mask was a defense in and of itself, never cracking even as he reached to take the bat back as he listened to those words.

“I suppose,” he replied, giving a small shrug. “I can’t say I play by anyone else’s rules to begin with, so.”

His head tilted, though, rolling the bat between his hands before propping it against the ground to lean against it, weight sinking it into the dirt some.

“Did you want to learn how to play maybe? Not sure how good of a teacher I am, but it isn’t boring, at least. And it’s definitely something to do.”

[kashiwade-deactivated20160917]

野

[kashiwade-deactivated20160917]

‘Ah.’

That throwaway sort of pride, it didn’t say he thought that winning was an inevitability – it said it was a goal, something he knew how to reach, a responsibility he had to himself and his team. It was shades away from arrogance, but the Saniwa knew it well.

He turned the bat over in his hands, and his smile went amused.

‘Then what about here?’ There was only one school here, a new establishment that had yet to figure itself out. It was that that formed the basis of his question, far more than his familiarity with Tokyo itself. ‘Who do you play? And why?’

Another curious glance came the boy’s way. With most of the passerby already off the scene, he’d made no mention of accolades. It was duty that had come first, not trophies, not the sweet feeling of victory.

It was interesting.

‘… if you’re that good at winning,

　　　　　‘Not being captain of this city’s team seems like a waste.’

[twistedcatch-blog]

Winning was always a goal. If Miyuki was sure they could win all the time, it’d probably get them in a lot of trouble. Still, he was proud of his team and the ability they had, despite how mismatched they currently were with the third years that had left. Or - how mismatched they were, considering only one of his fellow teammates were within the city.

Still, they weren’t the kings like everyone thought. Merely the challenger. 

“Here?” He blinked slow, though. It was a good question - one Miyuki didn’t think of often, but still was brought to his mind. A sheepish laugh crept from his mouth, waving a hand. “Here .. well, there isn’t really anyone to play, so it’s more individual practice, if anything. I guess I keep playing in hopes to get out of here, play with my actual team again. Can’t let them leave me behind.”

And that was the most feeling he’d ever let on to, hands sliding into his pockets for a moment.

“You could say it’s a waste. It - well, most likely it would be one. I started the club at the school, and I don’t think my..” He paused, mulling over what word would be right. So he used friends, just to be simple. “.. my friends would let me get out of being captain, honestly. No matter how hard I tried.” And he’d tried before in the Tokyo he’d come from, that was for sure.

[twistedcatch-blog]

誕生日おめでとう！☆

[nicepii-blog]

Birthdays were special, twice as much if you get to spend it with someone you enjoy. Eijun was happy about birthdays, his birthday, anyone else’s birthday, he loved them all. There was something just so… magical about having a whole day dedicated to people being happy you’re alive!

Eijun was loud and was proud and had nothing to be ashamed of. He was who he was, after all! He knew he was far too loud for Miyuki, far too annoying. Maybe he’d tone himself down for Miyuki’s birthday, that would be nice. Probably.

Fidgeting in his warm wooden chair, Eijun chirped happily about what a nice day it was and how delicious his dessert looked before watching Miyuki sit down across from him.

“Well it looked really… warm and inviting I guess! Like it was saying ‘hey Eijun come sit here’ or something!”

[twistedcatch-blog]

Miyuki didn’t really find anything special in birthdays. But maybe that was just because he never celebrated his own birthday, always something that was forgotten except for maybe a card from his father, but they hadn’t exactly come in recent years, either. Birthdays were nothing to the catcher, if he was being honest, but he knew otherwise for the boy in front of him - which is exactly why he brought him out here to begin with. He’d be incredibly disheartened otherwise, he was sure. 

Either way, he enjoyed the loud presence that he’d been missing from his life. So really, no matter how loud he got, he probably wasn’t going to complain. Not today, at least.

Still, Miyuki smiled, leaning forward as he fiddled with the edge of his fork, watching his coffee being sat down out of the corner of his eye before speaking.

“Yeah? Well, it definitely feels like a spot you’d pick, if that means anything. I like it.” A pause, glancing down to his cake because he really couldn’t handle the sunshine in front of him, in that moment. “Eat your cake, though. And happy birthday.”

[juvilation-blog]

☂ { juvia wishes it were as simple as apologizing for nature alone, really. alas, this is the nature of her magic. though it lately … only affected by juvia’s negative moods, rain following her in this way is entirely juvia’s doing, so again, juvia is sorry. }

she made a forward motion of her wrist, offering the handle of the umbrella to him. she could always get another. or, truly, if she had the energy to put into the effort that day, could deflect the rain around her own form. instead, she opted to simply let it absorb back into her skin, letting her hair and clothes lay against her body, drenched wet.

☂ { again … juvia is sorry. you can take juvia’s umbrella if you so wish to. }

[twistedcatch-blog]

“Magic? I don’t think rain really works that way, yanno. Don’t apologize, though. Really, it isn’t a big deal, at all.”

That had him pausing for a second, still able to hold up his hand to deny the umbrella. But still, there was something off about it and the way she spoke, glancing to where her shoulder had gotten damp. Miyuki took a moment, blinking slowly before reaching out to take the umbrella to hold it over the both of them. That was the best option, right?

“I don’t want your umbrella but you’re going to keep getting wet otherwise the more you offer it to me, so tell me where you need to go? I’ll walk you there.”

[nicepii-blog]

TO: MIYUKI KAZUYA!!! FROM: #1 ACE TEXT: hey hey hey it’s MIYUKI KAZUYA TEXT: SORRY AUTOCORRECT CAPITALIZES YOUR NAME TEXT: yeah whatcha wanna know???????

[twistedcatch-blog]

[TO:] bakamura [FROM:] international☆flamingo [TEXT:] uh huh of course it does. [TEXT:] who are you talking to about me to the point it does that huh? [TEXT:] either way. i hear there’s a big bonfire tonight. wanna go?

[twistedcatch-blog]

[TO:] bakamura [FROM:] international☆flamingo [TEXT:] hey bakamura. what’s up. [TEXT:] it’s your coolest senpai if you didn’t know. [TEXT:] i’ve got a question for you.

[twistedcatch-blog]

誕生日おめでとう！☆

[nicepii-blog]

Eijun was sorta happy that Miyuki had toned it down and wondered if he was doing it consciously. Whether he was or not though, Eijun appreciated it. It was weird enough not having people here, so he was glad he had someone to count on, someone that gave two shits about him. Hopefully, anyway. He assumed Miyuki wouldn’t have asked him here if he didn’t.

Eijun scowled at Miyuki’s response. “Yeah I noticed! I notice a lot more things than you think you know!”

Eijun took his plate and milk bottle happily, a thank you to the employee behind the counter and another to Miyuki for buying him a treat. There was a sunny window seat, a table for two that was available. Hurrying over, he set his things on the table.

“Here looks good lets sit here!”

[twistedcatch-blog]

It was mostly conscious, if Miyuki was asked. Honestly, he couldn’t find it in himself to be mean to the younger when it was his birthday, of all days. It just didn’t seem right - something about it didn’t mesh. As used to picking on him as he was, there was something about a birthday. It didn’t really matter, though. He was more than happy to be here with him celebrating. Anything to remind him of Seido, he kept telling himself.

Still, the catcher couldn’t help the laugh that came from his lips as he shook his head. God, such a loud mouth. He replied with a “whatever you say” before watching him wander off with his food.

Miyuki grabbed his own cake after thanking the waitress who was to bring the coffee out that he’d requested before following, as well, scanning the spot before giving a nod. Sunny, warm - how like the pitcher to pick a spot much like his personality. He just sat down his own plate before settling into the chair across.

“You picked a good spot, Sawamura. Who knew you had such an eye.”

[twistedcatch-blog]

bathroom!

Bathroom:

How does the character prepare in the morning? Miyuki doesn’t take a lot of time in the mornings but he takes enough time, so he probably gets up early enough. He’s pretty thorough when it comes to showering and getting clean. He’s the type that wears a headband or pulls his bangs back with cute hair clips that he’s gotten from the team managers to wash and exfoliate his face. If anything, Miyuki cares a lot about his skin and makes sure to use lotion when he’s out of the shower. He’s pretty diligent about conditioning his hair, as well, since he uses a light wax to slightly style it.

Do they sing in the shower? Not really. It’s a communal bath that the team uses so he refrains. He might hum to himself if he’s alone or while the water is going while he washes himself so it isn’t really heard, otherwise he’s pretty peaceful and quiet.

What kind of hair product/make-up do they use? He uses a light wax in his hair to style it!! Nothing too heavy, just like a really light one. Probably the green Gatsby, tbh, just because it’s light weight and smells good.

How clean is this character? VERY. Baseball is a demanding sport and Miyuki feels gross if he doesn’t shower. That’s kind of why he comments on the first years getting to the bath and tells people to make sure they ACTUALLY get clean and take a bath. He showers and soaks for awhile after every practice, partially for cleanliness and partially for relaxation. 

Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials? He has really specific products that he likes to use, so he keeps it down to just those. He keeps everything in a small caddy to take it to and from the shower, though, just for clutter reasons.

[rosehairedarchive]

New Munday meme because we need one

[twistedcatch-blog]

Name: heaven Age: 21 Birthday: 04 october First muse on Tumblr: yamamoto takeshi (reborn) First RP url: if only i remembered lol Why did you pick your first muse?: um i loved reborn a lot and am clearly weak to absolutely any character that’s a baseball player or wields a baseball bat (looks at miyuki and peko). i also ended up cosplaying him so it just seemed fitting lol. Latest muse on Tumblr: kurapika??? maybe > on my multimuse Latest RP url: tobetai Why did you pick your latest muse?: i finished hxh and am cosplaying him (this looks like a common theme considering i also cos miyuki lol) and fell in love with him instantly. also i’m weak towards blondes and mom type characters. Best RP Memory: pic of me crying over slow burn miyumei on this blog. Worst RP Memory: comic indie scene crash and burn lmao gOD i stopped rping after that. What are all the muses you had on Tumblr?: this would be the biggest joke if i had to list all of them and i can’t even REMEMBER them all. but let’s just say there are a lot and some of them reside on my multimuse and some of them burn in hell (aka reborn, ao no exorcist, drrr, comic, and magi muses for the most part) Longest muse?: stares at the sun yamamoto or miyuki probably Shortest muse?: suguro ryuuji (bon) Any advice for RPing?: don’t be like me and write walls upon walls of text save yourself from novella bc you’ll want to die. also have fun people are cool don’t be afraid to talk to them twitter is a godsend. 

[rpmememaker]

send me a room, and i'll tell you my headcanons.

[twistedcatch-blog]

Kitchen:

What is the character’s favourite food?

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?

Do they leave the dishes out?

What kind of food is in their refridgerator?

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?

Living Room:

How does the character spend weekends?

What kind of movies does the character watch?

What do they do with friends?

What’s their favourite pasttime?

What’s their favourite TV show/Film?

Bathroom:

How does the character prepare in the morning?

Do they sing in the shower?

What kind of hair product/make-up do they use?

How clean is this character?

Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials?

Bedroom:

How does this character sleep? (Position, sleeping habits, bedtime routines)

What are their pyjamas like?

What do they dream about usually?

How neat/tidy is this character?

How affectionate is this character?

Attic:

What is the character afraid of?

How do they deal with bad memories?

What is this character’s role in a horror movie?

How do they hide their secrets?

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins does the character relate to most?

[kanivalos-deactivated20161202]

TO: MIYUKI FROM: RASPBEL PRESERVES [ 1 / 3 ]: I never expected you to wear purple clothing. [ 2 / 3 ]: Don’t you have any orange ones? Maybe red? [ 3 / 3 ]: I thought you’d wear something bright...

[twistedcatch-blog]

[TO:] pastry princess [FROM:] international☆flamingo [TEXT:] yeah?? one of my favourite hoodies in middle school was purple. [TEXT:] i’m not a super big orange person but i like red. [TEXT:] sorry to throw you off, hah. just depends on my mood.

[kanivalos-deactivated20161202]

TO: MIYUKI FROM: RASPBEL PRESERVES [1 / 3] I guess it wont be long now, my next stop is by your district. [2 / 3] Could you tell me what you’re wearing just in case? [3 / 3] Humans are so ordinary compared to demons like me.

[twistedcatch-blog]

[TO:] pastry princess [FROM:] international☆flamingo [TEXT:] not sure that’s a question you should ask people but [TEXT:] i’m in dark jeans with a purple and black top [TEXT:] no one else is wearing glasses near me so should be pretty easy to spot me i think

[8bithope]

Take me down at the ballgame || CA Event ; closed

[8bithope]

Unfortunately for the other, the person he was with was a master of games. They were no longer his territory–but rather hers. And due to her own personal virus, they were a bit more…interesting than those boring old games. Grinning as he stated he was good at games, she did her best to keep her composure, snickering a bit.

“Ppp….ppp01110101011100000111010101110000u…. ‘Good at g̯̝̲̻ͮͨͩ̀a̶̻͈͓͈͍̜̱̫̐̅ͭ̑ͪ̌͑̚͜ͅm̵͔͖̱̬̮̥̺̠̱̏̈́̓̈́e̟̙̠ͮ̐ͬ̋̏́͞s̟̤͚̫̿̌ͧ̆ͭ̇ͬ́̀̚͠’̃ͦ̀̍̽͏͎͍͔̱͎̞͉͢?̙̹̰̻̪̯̪̔͒ͬ̑ͦ͜ͅ ̢̠͙̲̰̗͈̖̽ͦ͜͜Y̆̋ͣ̐̿̈́̇͌̑͏̺͉͓̗̩̬̪͓̕õ̷͙̜̝͇̭̣ͦ̆̅̍̅ͪ̊ͮͅų̡̬͕͚̗͋̔ͮͧ͋̈̚’re speaking to the Super High Sc01101000011011110110111101101100001000000100110001100101vel Gamer–at least, that was my title before my cod͓̦͈̯͉͖̹̣ͩ͋́͞i͇̫͓̋ͫn̴̳̮̱͔̂͛̒͂͗͠g̮̜̙̪ͨ͠͝ ̠̝͓͈͖̠̭̑ͧͬ̎̒ͦ͋̓͝w̸̭͎̉̅ȃ͓̮̆̋̃s̸̠̭̫ͤ͗ͫ̌͑͌͜ ̜̭̭̆ͫ̈́ͮͪ̀̀s͎͚̮̦̣̠͉͇͍ͪ̔̓̈́́͟͡c̨̘͂̽̂̍̓r̛̖̖̖̲͙̭̥̭̝̊̈́̒̓͆ͬa̮͎̱̘̭̠̙ͥ͌̀ͤͯͫ͟m̤̟̬̠̘̪̘̄̍̃̔͌̀bled. That doesn’t mean I’011011010010000001101110011011110111010000100000011000010111001100100000011001110110111101101111d as I was, though.”

When the other agreed to operation, she couldn’t help herself from bursting out laughing anymore. Grin spread wide on her face, one hand gripped tight onto his shoulder while the other moved away, glitching a bit. Her eyes were wide, focused on his face before looking down to map out where to start.

“Operation̡̬̜̘ͦͯ̄͛̈́̌̆̓͠͠ ̡̭̋ͨ̊̀̚͟i̡͚̲̞̲̯̥̹̰͆̃ͅt̢̗̼͍̀̄͛ͭ̐ͅ ̫̳̖͚̈ͦ̌͆̌̂̓ͦ͟i̴̮̜̞̞̱͈̾͋̋ͭ̿ͮ͐̍́̚s̲̃ͣͣ͋ͩ͌͒͢-̣̰̪̲̯̝̜̘̀ͦ͑̈͘-̦͖̪̖͚͂̅͗t͎͓̻͂ͮ̋̎͐͒ͯḩ̸̸̘̫̲̮̗̗͊̍͒͌̓͑͆̌̏i̥̲͎͉̜̿͐̿ͅs may hurt a tee0110111001110011011110010010000001100010it!”

Before the other could say anything else, she pressed her free hand to his stomach, letting it glitch and phase through to the inside. Giggling a bit, she just moved it about a bit, humming after a bit, getting used to it and finding the organs to all be in place.

For now, at least.

“What sh011011110111010101101100011001000010000001100010e swapped first? Oh–sorry if we ne̗͓̠̫̤͗ͩ̾͂ͧ͠e̵̖̹̼̣̤̮̻͑̂d̷̡̪͌͐ͧ̎͠ ̶͇̤̐ͪ̀ͥͧ͝t̙̖̙̦̥̬̃̀͘o̴̙͔ͮ̍ͭ ̴̗̣̪̫̹͍̼̝͐ͣp̪͓̟͎̬̿̌͌͆̈ͤ̆́åͬ͌ͩ҉̧̗͕u̾͗͏̮͍̞̫̲ͅs̺̲ͥͨ̽̇͊e̢̖̝̙̖͖͙ͧ̾̏́͜ ̸̗̫͓̞ͫͬ͆̇͂̐̌̄͢͝s̃̏̔҉̯̘͢o̷̦͓̫͕̯͇̳̮̐͛̓ͦ́̿̏ͯ͜m̷̪͓͖͇̱͇̋͗ͯͤ̈́͜͢etimes, my hand may get a te01100101011001010110010101100101011001010110010101101110sy bit stuck!”

[twistedcatch-blog]

This was more than unfortunate for him. Even one of his close friends (if he could call him that) always beat him fully in games. It was pretty hard for him to win, but he was good at board games, if that counted? Though he really didn’t think that was going to apply, here. Well - after the fact, that is.

He just blinked slow, unsure of what the title meant but going with it, anyways. His brows furrowed, next, considering the laugh that fell from her lips. Did he really say something that funny, because he couldn’t really see anything he said being that wild of a statement. It was just Operation, wasn’t it? A board game, at that (if you consider it one). But this definitely wasn’t the operation that he was thinking of, amber catching quickly to the glitch that he thought he saw.

And seeing definitely was believing, especially after feeling, hues only widening a fraction for a split second as the bag within his hand slipped and clattered, more so out of shock than the initial pang that came with it. But this was nothing, so far, almost like how his side felt after coming out of several baseball games injured and several hospital visits later. The general shift of his organs was a new feeling, however.

“Stuck, huh? Well - try not to pause too long. I can’t say those are my favourite parts of a game,” he replied. Miyuki couldn’t help the rough laugh that fell from his lips, fingernails pressing into his palms near his sides in an attempt to gather himself and remind himself that yeah - this was definitely real. “Keep goin’. You haven’t hit the buzzer just yet.”

[capitalprince]

It was by tensing up that he received the gesture he soon felt to be relieving, the hand pressing on his lower back giving him the support he was so in need of, both literally and figuratively. Words couldn’t express how grateful he was for the other’s patience and understanding of the situation at that moment, for the last thing he wanted was to act like the voice of reason when his own voice seemed to be faltering him after the tremor beneath his feet now resonated within him.

No words left his lips in response to Miyuki’s, his unresponsiveness being a sign that he was not paying attention - or paying attention to too many things at the same time. Still, he never made an attempt at removing the hand guiding him and instead stayed close to the catcher, his warmth being the only thing he found comfort in. 

He really was lucky to have him on his side, wasn’t he? Practically babysitting him at this point, the brunet had even promised him protection in the most nonchalant of manners, as if he found no problem in taking care not only of himself but also of the one supposed to fight by his side. It should make him feel safe, but then again, Mei couldn’t help but feel his presence would be nothing but a burden in the middle of this riot.

The question finally found a way into his thoughts, prompting the boy to scrunch up his nose, if only slightly. He tried to ignore it, glancing behind them from time to time as they walked aimlessly through unfamiliar territory. Needless to say, it was a fruitless effort on his part. Restless as his mind had proven to be so far, he should have expected his fears to stay with him even when he needed to be focused on something else entirely.

“Do you think I’m a bother?” Breathing out the invasive thought that had been bothering him for god knows how long, he instinctively leaned in closer to the other, eyebrows furrowed as soon as he realized he really didn’t want an answer and that once again, not thinking straight might have caused him more trouble that he was willing to deal with. “Nevermind, that was a a stupid question.” 

[twistedcatch-blog]

While the noise had been enough of a distraction to get them moving in the right direction (or maybe it was the wrong direction?), it didn’t keep him from paying attention to their surroundings even more than he had been, before. Each little noise that caught his attention had him guiding them the opposite way and hopefully further and further away from that initial rumble that still had him on edge. It wasn’t that it made the catcher anxious, so much as it irritated him. He wasn’t scared of it, but he was smart enough to know that it was absolutely impossible to stop it. Hell, he definitely didn’t want to look whatever it was in the face.

He especially didn’t want to face something so large considering the blonde that was with him. MIyuki knew that he could only protect so much and couldn’t do anything, despite his attitude that normally screamed how huge of an ass and perfectionist he was, on and off the field - cause really, he was like a god in the eyes of interviewers and the girls that said hi to him in the hallways. It was a wonder how anyone didn’t see his nasty personality, though the friendly mask he wore in front of the camera and in class spoke otherwise.

Still, it didn’t feel like he was babysitting Mei, by any means. Maybe it was because he was used to taking care of him, in a sense. He was his catcher, and drawing out his pitcher’s max potential was his job and part of his abilities as a strong presence on the field. Being so close to the pitcher had proved beneficial, if anything, considering he was able to read those shifts in mood and give him the support that he needed when he wasn’t at his best. And it had possibly been taxing, at first, wondering why he had to do such a thing that was so far out of his normal character, but before he knew it, it was just a natural occurrence. After all, having his pitcher walked on by other players wasn’t on his agenda, especially when he knew what Mei’s abilities really were.

Which is why he didn’t mind the current situation, one bit, fingers absently flexing and pressing into his lower back as soon as the question drew his attention back. Miyuki found himself blinking, absorbing it for a second while trying to decide on the best words to answer. “No,” was the natural response that fell from his lips, at first, firm and resolute without an ounce of room to budge. Honesty was the best policy, as they say.

“Stop thinking that. And don’t nevermind me. If you were a bother, you know for a fact that I wouldn’t with you, for one. For two, you know I wouldn’t bother catching for you, if you were. You know how I am, Mei.” AKA selfish jerk who only wanted the best and to play with the best, which is undoubtedly what he had.