ー People knew Miyuki kazuya as a perfect boy, pretty boy catcher, the prodigy catcher of Seido High School's baseball club or as a boy that is responsible for everything he had done himself, but there's also part of Miyuki Kazuya that people call, '...
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"nobody knows, what I see."
The first time Miyuki Kazuya saw a girl his age running around his own house was when he was 8 years old, an only child with a father that opens a steel company to keep his only child in the world happy and safe. Despite not always being there, staying late in the factory is a way to show his care to the child. His late mother that passed away when he was young, he never seemed to remember his own mother in his memory.
Coming back after a baseball game in the late afternoon, with no sign of life in the house he decides to cook dinner and enjoy it, yet it was strange that he saw a figure bolted from the entrance to the end of the hall, taking his time to react whether he should be afraid or to check who it was, was interrupted as the very figure peeked into the kitchen, a girl with a soft white dress stood, holding onto the doorframe and peeking into the kitchen.
"Who are you?" "...l/n," "l/n y/n"
"Miyuki Kazuya."
The both seem to bond with each other nicely even too perfect like they were made for each other, the girl helping out the boy by chopping the vegetables that was needed in the recipe while the boy thanked the girl and prepare the dish, though a little curious why the girl refuse when offered the food but always keeping him some company he barely have until his bedtime.
When he first got into middle school and of course a baseball team, perhaps it was the big mouth he has, the girl was greeted on the front door by a small blood stained white shirt, scratches and a swollen cheek and an indifferent face of Miyuki Kazuya.
A reflex of panic was to get the boy inside the house and help him clean up the wound, putting a small bandage and giving him a clean clothes and towel, the girl took his other hand and hold it.
"Please be more careful and always remember to not fight people even if you dislike what they've said, it would lead you to death sooner or later."
A small amount of reminder that came from the girl will stuck to Miyuki Kazuya's heart forever.
Now he's on his third year in middle school.
Before long, the girl have even started to hang out with Miyuki out side the comfort of the Miyuki's home, playing baseball or just keeping each other company on a park or a feild. Sometimes even having a conversation on what's taking their interest. What they do not realise is people's stare to the lone boy talking to the air beside him.
Another afternoon where Miyuki just finished his game with other schools with victory, going home with his friends and their father.
"Say Miyuki, who are you talking with in the bullpen earlier today?" one of the father asked
"My friend n/n, she said she wanted to let me know she'll be watching on the bench."
It hit the fathers that there were no girl present on the bench, a slightly sweat dropping face shown on their face.
"Ah really? That's nice of her isn't it."
The son of each father seem to distance themselves from miyuki and walked behind their father.
"Alright Miyuki have a good night and rest well, we'll be seeing you on the graduation." one of the father said as they arrived at a factory that had a sign 'Miyuki's Steel'
"Thank you, sir, I'll see you all too." Miyuki said with a smile.
Before entering the house he stop to look for his keys, he overheard a conversation from the boys and their father.
"What does Kazuya even mean, there's no one on the bench"
"I saw him talking to himself to on the park"
"What a weirdo"
"I don't want to stand near him, next time we see each other I'll just ignore him"
"I want to do that too"
The conversation was soon cut off from the distance and laughter that sparks between them all.
Miyuki just hold another indifferent face, 'it's fine.'
The boy soon would turn into a high schooler, his looks even changed in the progress, he looked more charming and definitely more taller than before he is back in his first year.
Walking into his home, he was greeted by a girl sitting by the entrance of the home, seem to be asleep.
"I'm home."
The soft ruffling that came from Miyuki patting her head.
Maybe that's what he would soon realise.
He is now in high school.
His first year was going great, maybe just when Kuramochi saw him talking to someone on the dugout when no one is around, he walked carefully to the dugout and found,
there's no one else other than Miyuki that's slightly talking in a low tone.
"I'll go home at 6 maybe I'll have to go back to the dorm so you can go home first."
Kuramochi Youichi is a sharp person, he can connects dots easily and quickly, maybe,
That's what's wrong with Miyuki Kazuya .
On his second year, he just got out of shower after helping Sawamura pitch, his back facing the wall and there heis talking to someone again.
In Kazuya's view there was a girl with her initial soft white dress, she had grown taller and looked different a soft look in her eyes, always smiling to cheer him up.
"N/n." "Yes?"
"Do you think I'm really insane just like they've said?"
The conversation was a blur but watching from was Kuramochi, he was the most worried out of everyone when they knew this about Miyuki.
Hoping that he wasn't really in a state where his mental was isolated and became a whole that will haunt him as a coping mechanism.
A small glimmer of hope that he hoped to see you just a glimpse to confirm his friend is fine.
That hope, would never seem to show itself as time passes as Kuramochi's fear grows.
What Miyuki kazuya knows is that you are y/n, his friend that no one else could see, he was someone that was branded 'crazy' .
What Kazuya knows is you are someone tailored to his need, to keep him sane and happy, a fragments of imagenation, someone that he keeps holding onto instead of letting go to keep himself in check when no one does,
