Challenging Hopeless Romantic - Miyusawa

Chapter 7 - You're Loud <3

AN-> Fun Fact- My friend and I actually did the romance competition today (since it's our school's valentine's day) Ok storytime over! Enjoy the chapter)

Oddly enough, Miyuki almost felt as if that first week went by a bit too fast. It was Friday, meaning the competition is already halfway done. The catcher rolled over after shutting off his alarm beside him, hearing his two other roommates shuffle in their sheets. He decided he would seem responsible if he, the third year of the room, got up first, so he groaned and forced himself out of bed. To his surprise, Okumura was already up.

"Good morning Miyuki-senpai." He said in a tired, monotone voice.

"G'morning. What are you doing up so early?" Kazuya asked as he climbed down the bunk. Stretching after his feet hit the floor.

"I'm pretty sure Sawamura-senpai was outside the door earlier. He might have been trying to go unnoticed, but it didn't work."

Miyuki sighed and tried to hold back a grin, "Oh wow. I just can't wait to see what he's up to this time."

"If I were in your position, I wouldn't be too excited." The first year lifted a brow towards the catcher.

"I was being sarcastic, Okumura..."

"Oh."

Miyuki opened the door to make his way towards the school. He immediately scanned his eyes over the floor outside, looking for any sign of a certain pitcher's past presence. When nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he stepped out of the room cautiously.

"Maybe it's this?" The first year catcher asks, causing Miyuki to turn around.

A small piece of paper was scotch taped next to the door knob, large, almost indecipherable words were scribbled across the note. Kazuya carefully pried it off the door.

[You can be ok sometimes (most of the time you're a jerk though)]

"Okumura, I'm sorry he woke you up for this." Kazuya shoved the note into his back pocket, feeling slightly disappointed.

Miyuki sat down in his assigned seat and rested his forehead on his desk after peeling yet another note off the table.

"I'm guessing you found some of them?" Kuramochi asked from beside him.

"You knew this was going to happen?" he paused, turning his head to face Kuramochi. "What do you mean by 'some'..."

"He told me about his idea yesterday after you went back to your room. And don't ask me, I have no idea how many he wrote."

Kazuya closed his eyes and mumbled annoyed nonsense under his breath. In his baseball jersey hanging outside, in his pencil case, on his indoor shoe rack, even stuffed inside his shoe. There was a note placed almost everywhere he's been. He guessed Sawamura must have woken up real early to execute it.

[Your evil smirks annoy me] [You're good at baseball I guess] [Catch for me] [You are sometimes decent looking]

Kazuya huffed and unfolded the crumpled note in his hand. Mentally preparing himself for whatever bullshit the pitcher wrote.

The third year's face flushed, and he tried to bury himself into the desk. He read the note over, making sure he had seen it right.

[... I like spending time with you]

"Idiot," he mumbled, fighting a genuine smile off his lips. He lowered his voice into an inaudible whisper. "So do I."

Miyuki decided to prepare his own notes during his next class. He wasn't going to let Sawamura win. Especially after reading that last one.

Maybe I'll hide some in his baseball bag? Or would his glove be better? Kazuya thought, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever. He wrote a few words, paused, erased them, started writing again, frowned, erased again, then scratched his head with his pencil. Normally, Miyuki could think of something good in a matter of seconds. However, this time seemed to be a bit more of a struggle. He couldn't decide between picking on the pitcher like he usually would, or actually saying something nice for once. Something nice and sentimental coming out of Miyuki was an unusual sight, and not knowing the possible outcome made him a bit uneasy.

Don't give it too much thought Mikuki. Just write something. He told himself, taking out a pen so he wouldn't be able to erase.

"Psst," the catcher lifted his head and looked around to locate the faint noise. Beside him, Kuramochi had his arm reached out, his hand loosely holding a folded piece of paper. "From Bakamura."

Kazuya rolled his eyes. It seems Kuramochi was in on it after all. He leaned slightly and reached out as far as he could to quietly grab the other end of the paper. His heart pounded, partially worried they'd get caught, but mostly in excitement to see what Sawamura had in store for him this time. Just as he straightened back in his seat, long fingernails tapped against the corner of his desk. His mouth went dry.

"Hand it over." His teacher said harshly, extending out her hand. Miyuki held back a terrified laugh.

How cliché... He thought, and slowly placed the paper into the teacher's outstretched hand.

He immediately glared at Kuramochi, but was shocked to see the shortstop already looking at him, shaking his head with a horror-struck expression. The teacher cleared her throat, causing both boys to freeze up.

"'You're an..." she paused, the two third years didn't even bother trying to breathe as she cleared her throat once more. "'You're an a-hole, but you bring out the best in me'... Is your personal life that much more important than my class, Miyuki, Kuramochi?"

Seconds passed, maybe minutes. The two could no longer tell the difference. They just started at each other blankly. Until some student in the back of the class snorted, which caused the entire class to erupt.

Miyuki covered his face in his arm, Yoichi followed by slamming his head into his desk. Even from across the class, their red, embarrassed faces were impossible to miss. Miyuki however, seemed just slightly more flustered than the shortstop.

Needless to say, both boys had to stay after school to be scolded by their teacher.

Eijun skipped his way towards his dorm, happy to be out of the classroom. He was surprised to see Kuramochi still in the room when he entered. Before Sawamura could open his mouth to ask, the third year cut him off.

"It's your fault I'm late, idiot." He muttered. Judging from his expression, Sawamura decided it wouldn't be a good idea to dig any further for the story.

He crouched down beside his baseball bag, searching through for his practice uniform. In the chaos, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. His glove, which had been thrown beside him, had a thin white paper tucked carefully inside. Curious, he picked it up.

In a thick black pen, two words were written lazily across the paper.

[You're loud <3

-MK]

From the practice field, Miyuki could hear a faint "MIYUKI KAZUYA" in the distance. A satisfied grin spread over his face.