Love |Eijun x Miyuki|

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Miyuki's POV

"Sawamura-! Don't be so impatient! You're pitching is going askew, take your time and try to throw something half-decent" The third-year catcher crouched down in the bullpen sighs deeply, a look of frustration draught across his face.

"I don't have time to stand here and perfectly aline up my pitches!" Sawamura defends, "It's not like I'm throwing fouls or anything-"

Chris sighs again, glancing over to the bullpen parallel to his own- the one I'm currently meant to be practising in. I quickly jerk my head back to Furuya, who's warming up his shoulder. I can't help but look at Sawamura from the corner of my eye. He steps fowards, holding out his right arm and taking a stance as if he was going to throw a javelin.

Sawamura's pitching form isn't terrible, in fact it's kinda impressive how he can throw such a disgusting pitch with such an interesting form like that. I'm not complaining though.

A monotone voice interrupts my thought process. "Miyuki-Senpai, I'm ready" Furuya informs, tugging at his brown catching mitt. Our eyes lock, and I crouch down ready to catch his balls. Furuya's pitches tend to be fast balls, really fast balls. He's had trouble finding catchers talented enough to catch his legendary pitches, I must be a breath of fresh air for him.

Before I even register his pitch I catch it, the ball perfectly rests in my mitt as I close my hands around it. I throw it back to the Pitcher, only to have the same sceniero repeat several times over and over.

I feel my stare direct over to my right, where Sawamura is happily dancing around repeating "Yes! I've got it!." He looks so happy with himself, his goofy smile widening and taking up the majority of his face. Well, that's an overexageration.

Chris wonders up to Sawamura gives him a pat on the back, also smiling. He mutters some stuff to the first year that I can't here, but I presume It's probably something positive. I feel myself tense up at the sight of Chris touching Sawamura, and I have no idea why... There's just a pit in my stomach that aches when they're remotely intimate with eachother.

"Miyuki-Senpai! Are you paying attention?"

Sawamura starts frolicking around the bullpen, still sporting his huge, proud grin. Chris watches him from a distance, just like what I'm doing myself. It almost feels like I'm competing with him... and not in a sense of baseball, either. I vowed to be Sawamura's partner when I first caught his pitch, but now I'm starting to think he didn't get the message at all. Seeing the way ge interacts with Chris is just... Chris seems to have a better relationship with Sawamura than I do, and I don't like that.

"Miyuki-Senpai!" Fuyura yells, attempting to get my attention, his face is squashed up into a frown, which somehow still looks expressionless despite his attitude.

To be honest, I heard him say my name the first time- I was just too busy staring at my kouhai. My face turns to face his, and without a second thought Fuyura pitches it right at me, and I catch it, of course.

I return the ball right back to the said pitcher, who just defensively looks away, defiantly avoiding my gaze. I scoff and return my attention back to Sawamura and Chris.

Chris is standing behind the younger boy, holding his arms out to mimic a pitching position. Once again I can feel my insides turning, and falling in on themselves... almost as if I'm... jealous?

Now my cheeks are burning up, more than likely flushing a bold shade of crimson red. I've never been more thankful for the head guards on these baseball helmets. I'm so confused, why would I be envious of Chris? He's innocently helping out Sawamura with his pitching form... But the way he's gripping the fellow boy's hands, and how he's ever so close to grinding against Sawamura's torso... I don't like it, I don't like it at all.

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Later that day
6:57pm

"Miyuki-San!" A voice hollars from a distance.

I was out on the field alone, minding my own business. Practice finished early today and I was hoping to find Sawamura out here running around dragging tires behind him, like I've previously seen so many times before. Unfortunately, he is nowhere in sight.

The person creeping up behind me? Chris, I can tell by his voice. I rotate my body to meet his stare, which isn't broadcasting any emotion in particular.

I innocently meet his gaze "Yea, what's up?" I coo. He keeps his gaze low and stern, creating a serious atmosphere around us. "How's Fuyura going? Pitching wise" huh? Chris just wants to have a conversations about our Pitchers.

"He's doing great! Lacking a bit of uh, ball control, and he sucks at catching, but he's doing great nonetheless." Despite my attempts at praising the catcher Chris still looks disinterested.
"I'm glad he's doing well, Sawamura's getting better too, but I still think it's worth using Fuyura as our main first-string pitcher." I nod silently, agreeing with him.

"You aren't going to be playing in any official matches, right?" I question, reciting what I overheard the third year mention earlier this month.

Chris sighs, "Yeah..." He places his hand against his should and shrugs. "I don't want to damage my shoulder any further than I already have."

Ah, so that means I'm the only first-string catcher left on the team. "We have three pitchers that can rotate around in official games, are you guys really gonna make fuyura do all nine innings every time?"

Chris thinks for a second, before replying with his answer. "Sawamura and Koshiwa both have potential to be great pitchers-, they already are. I agree with you, It's worth putting them into games and letting them pitch a few innings."

"Well, it's getting late, I guess I should get going back to my room" I mutter.

"Yeah, Okay, See you later"

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