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celandinee · 5 months

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..0 Surprise!

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ It’s a certain catcher’s birthday.

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word count - 700

note - HAPPS

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The quiet walk back to his dorm was calm, with the lingering chill of autumn leaving him in a thick hoodie and sweatpants. There was a bite in the air and his cheeks were pink while his hands took comfort in the pockets of his pants.

Nothing like a late night batting session. He had been in the indoor practice grounds alone, swinging off of a tee into a dingy net until his bucket was emptied. The resonating sound of bat meeting baseball filled the silence.

Now that he thought about it, Miyuki was alone the entire night. Normally, the grounds were scattered with members of the team either training or plain messing around. He hadn’t seen any of his teammates for some time now. After practice, everyone up and vanished.

Miyuki furrowed his brows as he continued the short walk back to the Spirit Dorm, now scanning the quiet area with a frown. It was like a ghost town. The vending machine was lonesome and the normal chatter from the dorms was replaced with the sound of crickets.

Normally, Miyuki would take a moment and relish in the silence. The star-dotted sky and orange leaved-trees, the cold breeze nipping at his nose and the flickering of a light post.

But then again, this wasn’t normal. Where the hell was everyone? The catcher peered around at the doors to each room as he neared the stairs that led up to the second floor. He felt like a dog, perking his ears to catch even the slightest sound of laughter or conversation. Miyuki’s frown deepened while his heart began to race. The cool, calm and collected Miyuki Kazuya was nervous. Letting out a harsh puff of air, he raced up the steps and to his room, fumbling for his key to unlock it.

He turned the cold knob, slowly pushing open the door. It was dark inside so he moved his hand towards the light switch. As he flicked his light on, he was met with a sight.

“Happy birthday!”

Cramped in his room was his team. With big smiles and little space, they cheered.

Miyuki felt a slight smile take over his frown, his pink cheeks deepening and a fuzzy feeling replacing his racing heart. He hadn’t expected them to remember it was his birthday.

Sawamura ran towards him with blazing eyes and a cartoonish grin. Trailing behind the pitcher, you carried a small gift in your hand.

“Happy birthday, Miyuki! How old are you now, 30?” Sawamura laughed loudly, hands proudly on his hips. The first year tossed an arm around your shoulders as you walked up, barking out another laugh.

Miyuki eyed you along with your present, “A gift? For me?” he smirked, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed his snarky expression.

Your eyes rolled as you tossed it to him, allowing him enough time to catch it in his hand. “Happy birthday, tanuki,” you huffed. The arm around your shoulder tightened as Sawamura shook with laughter, “Ha! Yeah, tanuki!”

You giggled as Sawamura went on— well that is until a knee sent him flying.

Kuramochi grinned at the first year now sitting on the ground, “Watch it, idiot.”

Miyuki watched the interaction then looked back to you. Fondly, he flicked your forehead, “Thanks.”

You rolled your eyes again before motioning for him to open his gift which was so finely wrapped with baseball-patterned paper.

He tore the wrapping and revealed a pack of baseball cards. The catcher grinned as he read over the cover before giving you a brighter smile.

“It was this or a stupid shirt that Mochi saw at the mall,” you snorted, rocking on the balls of your feet.

Kuramochi elbowed your side, “Hey! It was not stupid. It would’ve been sentimental and sweet,” he grumbled.

It would not, in fact, have been sentimental or sweet. The shirt had a corny print from some show that Jun and Sawamura watched, and you knew that Miyuki would’ve rather taken a ball to the face than wear it out in public. Personally, you like to think that you saved the birthday boy.

Suddenly, you found yourself squeezed next to Kuramochi. Miyuki wrapped his arms around the both of you, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Thanks, you guys.”

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celandinee · 1 year

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.0* ..

…ABDITORY

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ n. a place into which you can disappear.

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word count - 900

featured - miyuki

warnings - none

note - the effort really just disappeared by the end😭 anyways miyuki is a fav so i just had to write about him

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Lunch was chaos. The headache-inducing chatter of your classmates was enough to make you avoid the cafeteria all together; finding comfort in the abode you called the school roof.

Overlooking the entirety of the school grounds and watching those that strolled by was a pastime of yours. You would lean against the brick railing that prohibited you from tumbling over, eyes following each person who walked the pathways.

You found comfort in the simplicity. The way every student that walked by acted without inhibition, acting their natural selves.

One person chased a fallen leaf that was caught in the wind; another holding hands with her boyfriend, idly chatting with a grin plastered on her face. It was them in their own world, and you were the omniscient viewer.

It was nice to think solitude was your friend at times like this; that this rooftop was your domain alone to people-watch and eat your lunch in peace. You humored the idea— until the sound of a door swinging open totally stomped it out.

Now Miyuki Kazuya’s pastime was terrorizing you. His intrusion during lunch was one of the many ways he went about it, interrupting the silence you enjoyed with that cocky laugh and a snarky comment.

“What a surprise seeing you here,” Miyuki hummed while he took the place by your side. A lopsided smirk curled on his lips.

The boy had his white sleeves rolled to his elbows as he mimicked you, leaning against the railing casually. One of his hands tugged at the maroon tie around his neck and loosened the material until he felt like he could breath again.

The tilt of tone that hung in his words forced you to look him in the eye— his deep, amber gaze making you feel small as you retorted.

“Very funny, Miyuki. As if you don’t come up here and bother me every day,” your brows furrowed and lips pursed.

What was once your secret haven was now forsaken to the wrath of the second-year.

You couldn’t even remember when he first started sneaking out onto the rooftop; you simply remembered having the place to yourself one day, then Miyuki being there the next. You remembered there being silence once, then nonstop talking in your ear next.

“Do you really have nothing better to do?” you grumbled.

Miyuki stared past his glasses and down at you. The black rimmed specs always failed to hide the way his gaze shone with a gleam you couldn’t quite place, the dancing of gold and brown flecks in his pupils.

He leaned his side closer towards your own, tipping his chin down to be at your eye level, “Not really.”

You found it impossible to look away from him, to break the eye contact. Why were you frozen? You looked like a fool staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips, air resisting to enter your lungs.

Your hands balled into fists, still resting atop the cement, scraping slightly as you turned towards the inconvenience.

“You surely have something to do. Why don’t you eat with your teammates? Aren’t you in the same class as Kuramochi?”

Miyuki remained silent for a moment, merely staring down at you with a relaxed air to him— a more genuine smile growing on his face. Before he spoke, he turned away from you and bent down, hands digging through the backpack that he had tossed at his feet earlier.

Returning back to his normal stance, he revealed what was hidden away in his bag. Two strawberry milk cartons.

Miyuki placed one of them on the railing in front of you, and the other in front of him. The act was so simple, yet so sincere.

“Kuramochi is too loud, my team is too loud,” he answered in a subdued tone. His hands fiddled with the top of the carton, bending the thick layer.

His mood hadn’t totally changed, per se, it seemed to have shifted. The cheeky grin and confident aura moved to a tender smile and comfortable sense.

Only now did you observe the specimen in front of you. The sun caught on his glasses—the gentle breeze played with his thick, ruffled hair. Tanned skin from baseball tried to hide the mild blush that dusted his cheeks.

You snapped out of your musing to grab the milk he gave you. “So you assumed I like strawberry?” you playfully nudged his shoulder with your own.

Maybe you shouldn’t be too hard on Miyuki. Yes, his presence often made you bite your tongue, but he also made little efforts that had you second-guessing your opinion on him.

“I saw you drinking this the other day,” he opened his own drink, tearing the miniature straw’s packaging.

Miyuki Kazuya, the ever observant, calculated catcher he was, of course saw you drinking this.

Perhaps lunches wouldn’t be that terrible with the second-year at your side. Sharing your rooftop wouldn’t be too difficult.

You rolled your eyes as you felt your face heat up, opening the milk as well.

“You’re such a stalker.”

A smooth laugh escaped his lips. His shoulders shook with amusement and leaned down to prod your own as you had done before.

“Maybe.”

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celandinee · 8 months

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0* .. - Child of the Sea

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Miyuki finds solace in the never ending ocean until he is joined by a hungry sea creature.

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word count - 1.2k

warnings - tbh nothing

note - luv sirens and miyuki also i gave up by the end srry

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The vast ocean was black with night and only the moon shining down on the waters illuminated the scene. Stars speckled the darkened skies overhead like splattered paint, numerous and uncountable.

Gentle waves rippled across the waters and kissed the white coast. As the tide tugged and lulled towards the shoreline, a hush sound echoed the vacant beach.

Beyond the seashore sat a castle atop a hill, overlooking the faraway horizon that touched the sky.

A stone path was strewn out haphazardly as the earth tapered off, leading to the hidden sands. Wild poppies and lilies danced with the salty breeze along the pathway.

Breaking the stillness was a man.

His careful steps led him down the hill. Through the poppies and lilies, and right where the soil turned to grains of sand. Where the ocean awaited and watched.

The sky seemed to open as he neared the gentle sea, the stars shined brighter and the moon’s light led him.

Led him where? He didn’t even know.

Miyuki found himself restless inside those cold walls where he was son of a duke and his fathers successor. His worth rested solely on the blood that coursed through his veins.

It was stuffy and entrapping him. He needed a taste of freedom, if only for a night.

His escape was in the form of a boundless ocean. It was each intricate star that was woven into the milky way. It was the way the air entered his lungs and then escaped from his lips.

With his gaze casted out on the horizon and the sea foam tickling at his feet, Miyuki was free from the chains of his lineage.

Only, he hadn’t noticed the head that emerged from the water— moreover the trained gaze that watched him from the depths.

She observed the lone man with stars in his eyes.

It stayed like that for many long moments; Miyuki lost in the world and the monster studying him.

Breaking the quiet was a soft hum, barely noticeable above the waves and breeze.

The voice flowed into a chorus of crooning and waves. A hymn of salty air and a hypnotizing lure.

Masking the creature was the dark of the night. A blanket of shadows was what covered this being made of hunger— of gluttony.

She was craving. He was astray.

Clawing past the essence of night, her sinful song reached the coastline and the man that stood there pensively.

The sound echoed throughout the opening and sweetly glided along with the coolness of midnight.

It was a noise that couldn’t be brushed away.

One couldn’t help but become entranced with the honeyed hum.

Miyuki’s attention snapped to the dark, calm waters. He gazed out into the darkness with wide eyes and raised brows.

The more he leaned into listen, the more his heart ached. He could feel his heartstrings strain for more, for the comfort of this voice. For the clarity it might bring.

He believed himself to be a willful man with constraint, a worthy man of his blood.

Yet, the way this voice nearly brought him to his knees. It was just wrong.

“Hello,” uttered a sweet voice over the echoing of a song that still rang out— like the choir in a stain-glassed church that had ceilings that reached the heavens.

For what reason did this pleasant sound call out from the inky waters?

Miyuki pushed the question from his mind as he tread into the water slowly, step by step until his pants were soaked below the knee.

“It’s not safe to be here this late,” Miyuki expressed, “It’s dangerous.”

He kept searching until the gleam of eyes finally appeared. Yards away was the face of a beautiful woman.

The darkness failed to shroud her enchanting energy, her captivating gaze. The way her lips curled into a sly smile made Miyuki gawk.

“What a gentleman,” she purred.

The man stared down at her with a curious expression. The stars seemed futile in the presence of this unearthly being.

Dark locks tickled his forehead as the wind began to catch and tug at him. His glasses hung onto the arch of his nose, sliding with each heavy breath.

The cold water was biting at his legs, frigid and numbing. The rocks that stabbed at the bottoms of his feet were trifling along with the pit in his stomach.

“Help me out of the water please… I’m so cold,” the woman implored. Her voice rose slightly, frigid like the cold sea.

She reached out a hand to Miyuki.

The sharpness of her gaze pierced his very being— as though she was inside of his mind and urging him forward.

He knew this whole situation was wrong. He knew he was a fool for giving into his desires but this women was a magnet, what with her cunning smile and the way the moon kissed her bare shoulders.

Despite wanting to grab her hand, Miyuki found himself frozen in place. His feet would not move.

“You are a siren, no?” he muttered ever so softly.

He knew the answer. He knew how dangerous this was. She could grab and drag him beneath the surface of the ocean where the moon’s light would fade. She could claw out his heart and prey upon him just like the others.

“I am no fool,” Miyuki stared down at the monster.

He was playing with his life by remaining in the territory of the sirens. The point of which the tide touched the shore was the border between land and sea.

The siren’s smile dropped into a frown while she brought her hand back beneath the water. Behind her, a scaled tail broke through the surface and curled like a scorpion.

“How boring,” she hissed, nose crinkling with distaste.

Despite revealing her true nature, Miyuki couldn’t help but be in a daze. This beast held both the land and sea in her blood. The ocean was her playground, along with the shores of the human world.

How freeing it must feel to swim the vast ocean with the wonders of the world below.

“Why do you stare, human?” she grumbled, claws digging into the wet sand.

Miyuki frowned slightly, tossing his gaze up into the starry night. He should head back soon.

He chuckled beneath his breath, the salty air filling his senses, “Sorry for ruining the fun.”

The siren furrowed her brows, her pretty features contrasting her nasty expression. If she could, she would grab the man’s ankles and claim him as her next meal. Unfortunately, the shore would most definitely prove this to be a hard task.

Her imposing tail swayed back and forth, a reminder of sorts that she was so different from the human standing in front of her.

She was made of salt and desire— she was the crashing waves against the sea-worn rocks, the prevailing thunderstorms that swallowed ships whole.

She was so unreachable despite being so close.

She was a child of the ocean and Miyuki was a child of land.

And he had to return to the castle before someone noticed he was missing.

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celandinee · 1 year

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. °0 . Mr. Big League!

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ revisiting your old high school means running into the boy who made it to the big leagues, the boy who had totally captured your heart.

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word count - 1.2 k

warnings - swearing

notes - i’m so delirious and tired. pls don’t mind any mistakes 🥹 also i ❤️ mei with my whole heart

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It had been 4 years since you graduated from Inashiro Industrial, 4 years since you left West Tokyo to further whatever dream you had when you were a third-year. Now here you were, stepping back into your old high school after all of this time. Revisiting all of your old memories.

After visiting the teachers you missed and wandering the winding hallways, your heavy eyes and constant yawning urged you to grab some coffee. Thus, you found yourself at the steps of a cute cafe.

The bell hanging on the door chimed as you entered and the smell of coffee and baked goods hit you all at once. You glanced around the quaint cafe. There weren’t many people, save for one or two seated by the window overlooking the street outside, or the person reading a book by the fireplace. Plants hung from the ceiling, the brick walls littered with framed paintings— it was charming.

“Hey there, what can I get you?” a kind voice pulled you out of your thoughts; the owner of this voice being the worker behind the counter. She had an easy-going smile on her face as she waited for your order.

You realized you hadn’t even thought of your order prior to walking in. So, quickly scanning the menu on the wall, you gave the worker your order.

She tapped the screen in front of her before giving you the total and asking for a name, to which you handed your credit card over and answered.

“That will be right out,” she handed it back with a big smile.

Strolling over to the tables, you sat yourself down and tried to distract yourself with anything in view. Your gaze drifted from the elaborate drawings on the wall, which ranged from abstract to contemporary, all different yet captivating in their own way.

Being back in the city made you realize just how much time had passed since high school. Your time with the Inashiro baseball team as their manager was one that you cherished, and missed quite a lot. Spending your days out on the grounds, picking up loose baseballs and organizing scoresheets, your schedule was constantly busy. You missed the craziness of rounding up the boys and making sure they ate the snacks you and the girls prepared.

College life had hit you hard, the change of pace totally taking you by surprise. Yes, babysitting a team of high school baseball players was a grueling, time-consuming job— but college was an entirely different story. The load of work was laughable, and the deadlines were unbelievable. You could barely find the time to go out to parties, or any type of social event, with the amount of studying you had.

“Fancy seeing you here, manager.”

That voice was far too familiar. Whipping your head around and glaring up, you found yourself face to face with Narumiya Mei. The ace of Inashiro’s baseball team when you were a manager. The kid who was 99% of the time the cause of your problems in high school.

“If it isn’t Mr. Big League,” you hummed.

After graduation, Narumiya had landed a spot with the Yomiuri Giants as a pitcher in the professional league. Narumiya’s dream came true, and the team couldn’t have been happier. You think back on when you had first found out.

He had announced the news to the whole team during dinner with his mouth stuffed with rice you had nearly force fed him. The pause after he spoke was deafening, until everyone rose with shouts and cheers.

“No way Narumiya-san!”

“Can you get us free tickets to the games?”

“Great, now his ego will be to the moon.”

Of course, you were happy for him. Ecstatic even, but it made you realize that your futures would be so different after graduation.

After finishing up dinner, you ended up having Narumiya walk you to your dorm, not wanting to walk alone this late at night. Shoulder to shoulder, the two of you walked in silence down the pathway with the night breeze carrying you along.

Your relationship with the pitcher was difficult to put into words. He pissed you off significantly with his constant chirping and egotistical personality. Yet, his presence calmed you in moments like this when it felt like the star-speckled sky watched over the two of you, the moon lighting your path and the gentle brushing of your shoulders keeping you awake.

The both of you were able to forget that the pros waited for Narumiya, and college waited for you. Your lives would soon branch off from Inashiro and you would be on your separate ways.

But right now, it was only you two and the gravel pathway that crunched beneath your feet. It was the moon that had watched this scene play out many times— You and Narumiya sharing fond glances as he returned you back to your doorstep, hesitance in the air when you would turn away to open your door. The urge to speak what should not be spoken, to break whatever trance the two of you fell under every time you were in each other’s company.

“Congratulations, Narumiya-san.”

The screeching of a chair being pulled out pushed away the memory. Narumiya sat across from you at the table, blue eyes bright and cheeks rosy. He looked the same, though his hair looked more untamed and grown out, his blond locks brushing further down his nape and covering his forehead. Mei’s air held the same boyish-charm that had first pulled you in all those years ago.

“I didn’t know you were visiting,” he rested his cheek against his palm, staring at you shamelessly. “You should’ve texted me.”

The pout on his lips made you snort and lean in a hair closer to him.

“Sorry, I thought my message might get lost with all of your fan’s,” the corners of your mouth tugged into a smile. You missed teasing him like this.

You had considered texting him and the others from Inashiro, but you decided against it for whatever reason. Maybe you were nervous Narumiya would mistake your message for some fangirl’s, that he would skim over it with no care.

“Oh please, you’re acting like I forgot who you were. As if I could ever forget your scoldings during dinner,” he lifted his head from his hand and leaned in as well, a toothy grin making its way onto his mouth. He wasn’t wrong— you would smack his head during dinner when he wouldn’t finish his bowls of rice, accompanied with some harsh words.

“Besides, becoming a pro-athlete really hasn’t changed me. I’m as humble as ever!”

A laugh escaped your lips and your cheeks began to ache from smiling. Your face felt warm as you stared back at him, this feeling had long been dormant since you had last been around him. The way your heart beat against your chest made you want to cry. All of your feelings from high school came reeling back as the two of you sat inches apart across the table.

Narumiya held your half-lidded gaze, his head tilted downwards slightly and eyes peering through blond lashes. He was still able to captivate you with ease, much to your distaste. You opened your mouth to utter a word of retaliation when your name was suddenly called.

It was your order.

Standing up and breaking eye contact, you turned away from the seated Mei, ready to grab your order. That was, until a hand grabbed your wrist gently.

“Let’s keep talking,” Narumiya had rose and stared at you with round, puppy-dog eyes, “it’s been awhile.”

How could you reject his plea. No matter how hard you tried to resist, your heart would give in every single time to Narumiya.

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celandinee · 1 year

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.. .Bucket of Bricks

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the idea of dropping a bucket of baseballs on your feet doesn’t sound too enjoyable, until Yakushi’s ace helps you out.

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word count - 1.0k

warnings - swearing

note - sanada needs some more love🙌

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It was very hot today.

Today was one of the hottest days of the year so of course, there was game. Of all teams Seidou High could’ve played, of course, it was Yakushi High. To say you were miserable was an understatement. Even as you found shelter in the dugout, the summer heat seeped in and settled. Heat waves danced across the field of Seidou’s main baseball ground, blurring your vision as you came out of your daze and reminding you of what was going on.

It was bottom of the 8th and tensions were running high between both teams as the score remained the same, 5-3 with Yakushi in the lead. This was just a scrimmage game, but an important game nonetheless. Testing out each teams’ strengths and weaknesses was a vital part of assessing who would carry the team to nationals, and who would be left behind.

Leaning over the dugout’s railing, the sun caught on your face and caused you to squint against the light. You focused back on the game in front of you as Yakushi’s ace set up to pitch, his expression rigid and brows furrowed.

Sanada Shunpei was a dangerous pitcher, with both his pitching form and the way he alone could raise the team’s morale. He could rally his teammates together with a simple throw. That was something you could respect him for, and something that Miyuki grumbled about whenever the topic of Yakushi was brought up.

Sanada raised his glove and chin, lips parting to let out a breath as he scuffed at the mound with his cleat. You watched his routine, laser focused on his fiddling and quirks. As he kicked at the dirt, his dark gaze lifted and locked with your own, a chill running down your spine despite the boiling temperature. Sanada’s glove dropped to reveal a shit-eating smirk on his lips after catching your stare.

‘Oh god, this is so embarrassing…’

Maybe it was the heat waves affecting you, but your face felt like it was on fire while you suddenly found your shoes very interesting.

The pitcher wound his arm back and released the ball, throwing it right into his catcher’s mitt, the sound of the ball making contact ringing throughout the field. Kuramochi, who had been up at bat, grumbled after swinging at the ball. He sulked back to the dugout, glancing over at you with a frown etched on his face, “Why do you look like that?” Kuramochi asked curtly.

“Excuse me?” you jumped to your feet and spat at him.

Before he could answer you, the team was already in the middle of switching to get out on the field. Kuramochi scurried off, tossing his batting gloves and helmet, and in turn swiping his cap and regular glove.

“Asshole,” you mumbled under your breath.

The game came to a close, a final score of 6-3 with Yakushi High holding off the batters from scoring anymore runs. Bat after bat and pitch after pitch, Seidou had barely held onto the game and Yakushi’s aggressive plays.

To say the boys were pissed was an understatement. Jun appeared to be fuming, smoke bursting from his ears, while Ryosuke gripped at his bat, the whites of his knuckles in stark contrast to the wood.

After cleaning up the grounds and both dugouts with the other managers, you hauled a bucket of baseballs to the storage building. The weight felt like you were carrying bricks in your trembling arms, making you lose balance with every step you took. You tipping over and spilling the balls was the most probable outcome in this moment.

“Manager!”

A deep voice boomed across the pathway and caught the attention of anyone in the radius. You turned your head around to pinpoint the owner of the yelling, and found that Sanada Shunpei was currently staring you down. He appeared to be waving you over.

Yakushi’s team was huddled on the sidewalk, waiting for their bus to arrive and take them back to their own school. For some apparent reason, the ace had broken away from a conversation with his coach and tried to get your attention. Quite literally, your hands were full. If any of your upperclassmen caught you slacking from your duties to chat with a player from Yakushi, the scoldings would be never ending.

With that in mind, you casually ignored the calling and turned around, continuing the struggle to the storage building. Your grip on the bottom of the bucket felt as if it was slipping, and it didn’t help that the blistering heat made your hands sweaty. Panic spread and your heart immediately began to race, all of the bad outcomes coming to mind. Both of your feet broken, lots of pain, but worst of all— all of the balls that you collected in this unbearable heat spilling everywhere.

As you began to accept the fate of having a cast on both of your feet, two hands came into view and grabbed the bucket from your grip with ease. Too much ease. You looked towards your savior, a thank you hanging on the tip of your tongue until you saw who it was.

Sanada Shunpei.

The bucket was held in only one of his hands by the thin handle. He made it look like it weighed nothing as he held it by his side. “Saved ya,” the boy grinned.

It became painfully apparent to you that with each interaction you had with this guy, he would become more and more of a pain in your ass than before. It also become apparent that he had only two expressions; a total pissed off scowl and a cocky smirk from ear to ear.

“My hero,” you grumbled sarcastically, the heatwaves making you more irritable than usual. In retrospect, he really did just save you from a whole lot of trouble, but you weren’t going to admit that.

Letting out a harsh breath, you stared up at him through your lashes, brows creased ever so slightly. “If you want to keep being helpful, carry it over to the storage,” you paused before adding, “…please.”

The heat must’ve bothered Sanada a lot as well since his cheeks were rosy with a blush, his flashy grin morphing into a cute smile that reached his eyes.

“With pleasure.”

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celandinee · 1 year

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… o°

CHRYSALISM

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm

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word count - 600

featured - kuramochi, miyuki

warnings - none

note - trying smth new with the cheesy words + definitions 🙌

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At the front of the classroom, your teacher droned on about a new unit of chemistry while sliding a piece of chalk across the blackboard, the grating, piercing sound nearly overpowering his monotone voice.

After glancing up at the clock every 5 minutes, you came to the conclusion that the hour left of class would only pass by slower with each check of the time. You swore this class went by in slow motion.

Sparing a glimpse over at the window next to you, you found the sky to be dark and a grey cast set over the school grounds. The little drizzle outside would soon turn in to heavy rain, apparent in the way the clouds darkened. You hadn’t expected the weather to change so quickly— only this morning had the sun been bright overhead as you made your trek to school.

You didn’t mind the rain. As long as you had an umbrella for when school was over, you felt that there was not much of an issue.

“Why’d it have to rain today of all days…”

It seemed that your desk mate felt quite the opposite.

Kuramochi Youchi was a character, of sorts. He was a great person to talk to during breaks, his easygoing nature rather contagious. On the contrary, he was the worst lab partner. He hardly ever kept up with the class, instead, taking to copying your notes whenever the teacher wasn’t paying attention. It wasn’t that you minded the copying— it was the fact that you barely knew what was going on in the class yourself.

A smirk formed on your lips as you turned to him, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, “Not much of a rain person?”

“That, and our practice is all outside today. No indoor training. I’m gonna catch a cold, no doubt about that.”

Kuramochi grumbled away, brows furrowed and nose wrinkled while he continued to complain. This happened often, he would forget he was talking to you and begin to simply talk to himself.

It appeared that your whispers weren’t quiet enough because a cheeky voice suddenly started behind the both of you.

“Quit your complaining, Kuramochi. If Coach finds out, he’ll for sure have you run laps out in the rain,” Miyuki snickered from his seat.

You swore, those two always found a way to make baseball the topic of discussion.

When Kuramochi turned to retort, you found yourself zoning out again with the side of your head resting in your folded arms on the desk. You stared out of the window once again, noting that the sky had become gloomier and rain was beginning to fall.

The strumming sound of rain against the roof was rhythmic, calming. You no longer hearkened the words of your teacher, nor the back and forth conversation your friends had beside you. The humming was all that you could hear. Droplets clung to the glass, racing each other down to the bottom of the windowsill and leaving behind a trail that would be covered by a new set of raindrops.

It was a sight that you found yourself lost in. While you learned of trivial things inside, a storm raged outside. While you were warm and dry in here, you could be out there, subject to the downpour of Mother Nature.

Maybe you should be present, paying attention to class. Or maybe, you could indulge yourself— allow yourself to be tugged into the raging transcendence of a tempest.

Spending the rest of the class like this wasn’t too bad. Hopefully Kuramochi or Miyuki wrote down the notes you were missing, but you doubt that.

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..° Chris to the Rescue!

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you need to make your jerk ex-boyfriend jealous, so who better to help you execute your plan than a cute baseball player?

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warnings - swearing

note - this is my first blog and essentially me trying to practice writing this type of stuff😩 so pls bear w me

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During break, one of the guys from the basketball team, Hikaru, always hosts a party for the whole school, to be more specific, the sports teams and whoever they were friends with. Luckily, you and your best friends, Izumi and Haru, received an invite. This didn’t come as much of a surprise though, considering Izumi was friendly with most of the people from school. Unluckily, your ex-boyfriend was there as well.

The breakup with Takashi was bitter and awful, to say the least. You two had begun dating during both of your first years after meeting at one of his basketball games. Up until your parting, things were going so well. You were happy as was he. That is, until Takashi cut things off.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t keep going on with this relationship. I need to focus on basketball and the team. Having a girlfriend just takes up too much of my time…” Takashi rubbed the back of his neck as he looked anywhere but your face. His expression was stiff and it was obvious that he was uncomfortable- ‘Why is he uncomfortable? I’m the one getting broken up with!’

You didn’t take it too well. To be fair, you two had been together for nearly a year and he had never given any signs of wanting to end things. His excuse of focusing on the basketball team was utter bullshit. He acted as if you didn’t attend nearly every game, like you didn’t support him.

“Oh my god, guess what I heard,” Izumi said, mischief apparent in her tone.

Haru looked over at you with a knowing look in her eyes, “What?” the two of you said in unison.

Izumi continued, “Apparently, according to Yui, one of the guys from the baseball team-“ she stopped abruptly, eyes widened and looking behind your back. “Don’t look now, Y/N, but Taka- I said don’t look!”

Her words faded into the background of booming music and conversations as your eyes locked on Takashi. He waded through the crowd with his head swiveling around, his gaze, yet again, anywhere but on you.

Despite your friends trying to divert your attention, you couldn’t help but feel your heart ache, your face burn with embarrassment. The humiliation you felt was still evident and you wanted nothing more then to make him feel the same way.

Without thinking, you whipped around and your hands found purchase on a boy who was far taller and far more built than you were. You gripped his forearm while leaning close to him, peering up with a frown gracing your features. The boy’s eyes widened when he gaped down at you. Now that you were getting a good look at him, you realized just how attractive he was. Before he could even open his mouth to speak, you beat him to it.

“I am so, so sorry for this, but my ex just walked in and I’m so embarrassed and I don’t know what to do.”

You rambled to the boy, cheeks heating up and definitely turning red. To say you were flustered was an understatement. Here you were— clinging onto some random stranger at some random party, all because of your stupid ex-boyfriend.

“It’s alright… you’re Y/N, right?” his voice was cool, almost soothing.

He knew your name?! Why did this cute boy know your name and why did you not know his?

“Yup, that’s me,” you let out a breathy chuckle, suddenly feeling more embarrassed than before.

Your mystery boy gazed down at you with the slightest smile, one of his hands gingerly resting itself on your hip. His touch was electric and surprising, though it was not unwelcome.

“Then, Takashi is your ex?”

The question soured your smile, causing you to nod curtly. His hazel eyes flashed with amusement at your quick mood change. You had to admit, this guy was getting more and more cute as you stared up at him, his brown bangs nearly covering his eyes and lips quirked into that placid smile. “I never got your name.”

This boy was nearly embracing you while you didn’t even know who he was. “Chris, I’m a third year.” Oh great, he was your upperclassman.

“Well Chris, it’s very nice to meet you,” you stated. Your eyes subtly (not so subtly) traveled across the expanse of his broad shoulders, and then to his arms, muscles carved and evident. The t-shirt he was wearing was doing him justice. “You must play a sport,” you cough and finally returned your gaze back to his own, his clearly filled with humor at you trying to cover up your gawking.

Chris held eye contact, “I’m on the baseball team.” As he spoke, you found yourself unable to break the eye contact. He had a certain air, calm and collected, yet his hazel gaze magnetic and deep. Why have you never seen this kid before?

Izumi and Haru shared a wide-eyed look when you leaned into the boy’s hand that was snug at your side, the both of them surprised that you got comfortable with him so quickly. They knew Takashi had totally ruined you after his pitiful attempt at ending things, but they hadn’t expected this. Nonetheless, if it made you feel better, they’d cheer you on. And if it pissed off Takashi, of course they’d support this cause.

While you spoke with Chris, Takashi had finally noticed your presence at the party, eyes drifting to the way Chris so casually held you near him. Takashi’s brows furrowed and a frown etched into his expression.

Chris glanced up when he felt the burning feeling of someone watching him. Lo and behold, there stood your ex-boyfriend, practically foaming at the mouth as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper into Chris’s ear.

“Is Takashi staring?” you hummed, one of your hands resting on his shoulder. With you leaned in so closely, he deliberately slid his hand across your lower back

The two girls that were bearing witness to this giggled to each other, “This relationship is moving pretty fast~…”

Chris responded softly, “Yes, he looks angry.”

That sounded like music to your ears. Although he had absolutely no right to be jealous considering he was the one that broke up with you, you felt rather triumphant. Takashi got to sulk as you nestled up to this hunk of a baseball player. You were killing two birds with one stone.

Chris smiled down at you as you beamed, clearly lost in thought over this situation. He didn’t mind helping out, in fact, he was glad you chose him. In all honesty, Chris had noticed you long before this party, and long before your breakup with Takashi. He had seen you in the hallway between classes, whenever you’d walk by with your friends on your way to lunch or the library. On occasion, Takashi would be walking alongside you instead, your hands intertwined while you looked up at him like he was your world.

“Yo.”

You whipped your head around at the gruff tone to find Takashi standing in front of you and Chris. Your ex-boyfriend had an unpleasant expression on his face, lips pursed, cheeks flared red and eyebrows scrunched. Nothing about how he stood stiffly as he stared Chris down was appealing.

You sighed, “Yes?”

Maybe it was the way Takashi tried to puff his chest to seem bigger, or maybe it was the fact that Chris had run along with your little game without question, but you felt no interest in associating with Takashi anymore.

Yes, you had originally wanted to make him jealous, make him feel the way you had, but your fixation had totally disappeared.

“Can we talk?” Takashi frowned, “in private?”

The question had your stomach turning. Did you really want to talk to him? After everything that happened— the heartbreak and humiliation, was he actually worth your time?

It seemed as if Chris read your mind and decided for you, “I don’t think so, she’s busy.” The hand on your back pulled you in closer to his chest, warm against your skin. Everything he was doing was deliberate, a showcase for Takashi.

“She doesn’t look too busy, man,” Takashi was losing his patience with every breath he took. His hands were balled into fists knuckles white with force. And with every second he grew more angry, you grew more anxious. The idiot was hot-headed and acted on his frustration.

“Takashi, lay off,” Izumi crossed her arms against her chest and scowled at him. The comment might’ve sent him overboard if he had even noticed your friends before, but he merely tossed them a glare.

As you worried, Chris was completely lax. He had a few inches on Takashi and was clearly more built, days and nights spent swinging bats, catching wild pitches and running the grounds clearly paying off. Chris liked to think one of his strong suits was his self-control and awareness. He didn’t lose it over minor nuisances, and right now, Takashi was a minor nuisance. He was a fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your head.

You shuffled against Chris’ arm and began to retort when you realized just how mad he was getting, until a hand rested upon Takashi’s shoulder. Hikaru had come over to check on Takashi, noticing that his teammate was practically trembling with aggravation, and wanted to diffuse the situation before a fight broke out. The last thing he needed was a fight at one of his parties, especially between two of the sports teams.

“Hey man, come check out this video one of the guys just showed me,” an easygoing smile plastered on Hikaru’s lips. The hand on Takashi’s shoulder tugged him along, with him resisting only for a second before succumbing.

Chris watched impassively as the basketball player sulked off, head down and tail between his legs. With him out of sight, Chris pulled his hand away from your back and gazed down at the relief on your face. You felt cold now without the contact.

“I thought that was going to end so badly,” you huffed out.

Realizing that the problem was now gone, you looked around for your friends who had, only moments ago, been observing you like you were some type of specimen. Only now, they appeared to have become sparse. ‘No way they left me here after all of that!’

“They left right after Takashi,” the bass voice of your former companion answered your thought. Turning back to him, you grumbled, “I’ve been abandoned.”

The chuckle that Chris released was… mesmerizing? It was deep but hearty, flowing out so easy that you wanted to tell another joke— wanted to be the reason he laughed again. Maybe this didn’t have to be the end of, well, whatever your relationship was.

You wanted to keep his attention, spend your evening running around this stupid party with him in tow.

“Let’s go raid Hikaru’s fridge?” You flashed an award winning smile, hoping that he wouldn’t refuse your amazing offer.

Chris, with a gleam in his eyes, laughed again.

“Lead the way.”

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