Challenging Hopeless Romantic - Miyusawa

Chapter 4 - Did You Just Moan?

Day 6 of the competition... Miyuki thought. He ruffled his damp hair with a small towel as he made his way back to his dorm. He had decided to do some extra batting practice on his own. Thursday had been just as eventful as the others. In the morning, Sawamura had run into the changing room, handed Miyuki a movie ticket for the weekend, and refused to let go of the catcher's hand until they reached the practice field (Miyuki had to pry his hand away just so he could finish changing). He was starting to think Sawamura didn't know the difference between being romantic and being annoying.

Miyuki was about to reach for the doorknob, but hesitated. A familiar voice could be heard from within the room. He sighed, mentally preparing himself before stepping in.

His room was invaded. He had already accepted that it became a tradition, but there were still moments when he wished he had some down time. Kuramochi, Haruichi, and Kawakami were sat on the floor playing cards. Toujou just watched, leaning over to get a better look from the chair at the desk. Furuya was passed out on Okumura's bed, Kanemaru awkwardly sat at the foot of the bed. Koushuu however, was nowhere in sight.

"WHO ARE YOU!??" Miyuki flinched in surprise as Sawamura's head popped up from the third's year's bunk.

"Kyaha Miyuki finally decides to show up." Kuramochi said as he looked up from the cards in his hand. Sawamura glanced back and forth between the two, a bewildered expression on his face.

His eyes finally settled on the catcher, and he quietly watched as Miyuki stepped over the three boys to reach for his glasses, which had been placed on the desk.

"AH IT IS MIYUKI!" He exclaimed, slowly climbing down the ladder. His feet softly hit the floor. Toujou and Kawakami chuckled when Eijun's face reddened.

"Sometimes I hope you're joking Sawamura..." Kazuya rolled his eyes, and found a free spot against the wall to get comfortable.

"Hey Miyuki-senpai," Kanemaru called. "Sawamura keeps complaining that his shoulder is sore. Thought I'd tell you since he keeps coming to us thinking we know what to do."

"That's right! What should I do cap?!" The pitcher now stood in front of the sitting third year. Awaiting an answer.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Maybe you just slept wrong."

Cleary unsatisfied with his answer, Eijun pouts. His next actions made the room fall into awkward silence. Sawamura kneeled in front of the catcher, giving one last glare before he spun around.

"What are you-" Miyuki was cut off when Sawamura suddenly settled between his legs. Kazuya's eyes widened even more as the pitcher pulled one arm out of his shirt, revealing part of his back and left shoulder.

(AN- I know I'm the one who came up with the idea, and am the one writing it, but am I the only one getting kinda second-hand embarrassment? Really it's not too weird of a situation but I just feel bad for Miyuki lol)

"As catcher it's your job to make sure I'm in top shape so massage my shoulder!" Sawamura huffed into the silence of the room. For a few seconds, the only audible sound was Furuya's light snoring. All until Kuramochi burst out laughing.

"Sometimes it's hard to tell which of you is the senpai!" The others chuckled at the comment, still a bit confused by the situation. Then again, this was Sawamura we're talking about. Everything he says and does can be either extremely uncalled for and surprising, or extremely stupid. There was no in between.

Miyuki just stared, for once he couldn't find the right words. He took a few more seconds to respond, "And why should I exactly?"

"Because it'll get you competition points! Right Kuramochi-senpai?!" Sawamura said impatiently.

"Uhhhh sure."

Damn you Kuramochi! He always knows how to get on my nerves. Miyuki thought. He shot the shortstop a betrayed glare.

Kazuya groaned, "Fine fine, but next time ask more politely."

He lifted his hand through the uncomfortable thick atmosphere. He rested his hand on the boy's shoulder, his body stayed stiff. Normally, he wouldn't have a problem helping Sawamura out a bit. But with every pair of eyes on the battery, Kazuya couldn't help but feel a bit tense. However soon enough, the others got bored of waiting and brought their attention back to the card game.

This isn't out of the ordinary. Miyuki thought. Maybe it's because of the competition? Putting my hands on him in this situation might come across as more than just a nice gesture...

"Are you gonna do it or not?" Sawamura complained, snapping Miyuki out of his thoughts.

Miyuki reflected a bit. That's right... Sawamura isn't usually one to overthink these things.

Kazuya finally moved his hands. He pressed a thumb softly into the curve of the pitcher's shoulder blade, gradually adding pressure as he moved up and down the muscle. He swallowed hard as Sawamura relaxed in his touch. Being so close allowed Miyuki to notice little things about the other. How much Sawamura's build has improved compared to his first year. The way his shoulders highered while he inhaled, lowering as he breathed out. How soft his coffee-colored hair seemed. How some hair strands pointed in different directions than the rest...

Wanting a distraction, kazuya started a conversation, "Hey Kuramochi, since tomorrow is officially going to be a week, so far who'd you say is winning?"

Yoichi answered without looking up from his cards, "Probably Sawamura."

Eijun threw his arms up in celebration, causing Miyuki's hands to slip off. "HAHAHA I knew I was better!"

Being separated from the pitcher made Miyuki realize he had been enjoying the situation. He frowned, slightly stunned by his own odd emotions. However his confusion didn't have time to last since Sawamura returned to his original position, and so did Miyuki's hands, feeling a bit eager to continue the contact. Thankfully, the others were too busy to notice.

Kazuya used his palm to knead into Sawamura's back, his other hand held his forearm for support. He noticed the lower muscles of the pitcher's shoulder was tight, and adjusted to get better access.

"Kyaha! Sawamura has his eyes closed. Is Miyuki that good at massages?" Kuramochi commented, causing the others to glance in their direction.

As an answer, Eijun's head drooped and tilted, his body so relaxed it looked as if he was melting. And Miyuki was the source of it all.

"So he CAN be quiet." Haruichi smiled jokingly as they attention moved away again,

Kazuya gently squeezed the muscle, fingers lingering on the bare skin as he released. He repeated the action, applying more and more pressure each time. A low, almost suggestive, sound escaped Eijun's lips. Miyuki stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. And it didn't go unnoticed by the room either. As each head turned, Sawamura's face became increasingly red, from the tips of his ears to the end of his nose.

"Did you..." Miyuki's voice trailed off. "Did you just moan?"

Kuramochi wheezed hard, almost choking on air, "He did! Kyhahaha! He did!"

"Jeez Miyuki, can I book an appointment too?" Toujou said jokingly.

Sawamura wasn't the only one embarrassed now. Miyuki felt his cheeks heating up as the room erupted into laughter.

"So this is why Kuramochi told me to avoid them..." Kanemaru sighed.

Sawamura stood up abruptly, scrambled up the ladder and hid himself under Miyuki's comforter. His voice came out muffled, "You guys are mean!!"

Kazuya grinned and scratched the back of his neck in response to the awkward situation.

I have a feeling I'm going to be hearing about this for the next few days... Miyuki thought, wanting to get out of his room as soon as possible.