Love |Eijun x Miyuki|

8: Dawn of Disaster

Miyuki's POV
8:56am

Nrghh, what time is it...? I feel so tired.

I arise from my bed, squinting around the room before fumbling for my glasees, which I typically rest on my nightstand. The black frames slide on to my face, allowing me to finally view the world around me.

The first thing I spot is a lump on the couch. Oh crap, that's Sawamura. Memories from last night come rushing back and hit mt full speed like a bullet train.

I snap my head around to look at my alarm clock. Holy shit, It's almost nine o'clock, we're good as dead.
Eh, then again we did literally get abandoned on the other side of Tokyo yesterday. Did no one bother to come look for us?.

The wood flooring is cool against my bare feet, which are delicately making their way over to the sleeping first year.

Just like I assumed last night, his clothes are still partly wet, and I can't imagine his back is gonna feel good after being cramped up in that position for eight hours straight.

"Sawamura? Hey, wake up" I shake him lightly, and he slowly turns over on his back, before even slowerly opening his eyes.

He groans, attempting to sit up. "What... what happened last... uh... last night..?" He stutters, rubbing his face and running his hands through his damp hair.

"We caught a train back to Kanto, and then walked in the rain for twenty minutes until we both crashed in my dorm" I attempt to simplistically explain.

"Oh... okay" Sawamura mutters, now sitting up right on the couch. "Yuck... why am I so dirty and... and wet!?" He exclaims, feeling his shirt and his pants simontainilsy.

"Go take a shower" I spit, throwing the same towl I used to dry myself off last night at him.

He obeys, takes the towl into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. While he's doing that I change into normal clothes, temporarily forgetting about morning practise.
It's my typical red baseball-shirt and a pair of black skin tight jeggings, that are comfortable as all hell.

I search through my endless supply of hats, eventually deciding on a plain white one. When suddenly I hear Sawmaura cursing from the bathroom.

He bursts out of the door, before screaming "WE HAVE MORNING PRACTISE HOLY SHIT WHAT'S THE TIME" and proceeding to frantically sprint on the spot.

"Put these on and then we'll go down to coach and explain our situation" I hand him some clothes I picked out of my shared wardrobe for him.

He whines for a split second, but then immediately jumps into the materials. He's hung the wet clothes over the bathroom railing, which will hopefully dry by the time I get home from evening practise tonight.

And with all of that done, we take off down to field A where everyone should be practising.

"Not a single person attempted to call us?? They weren't worried at all about us?" Sawamura screeches, thinking back to yesterday when we got left behind.

"Nope, no one" I assure.

"Probably their plan to kill us off" Samaura mumbles, barley loud enough for me to hear.

We reach the field, where everyone looks to be practising as normal. The catchers and the pitchers are in the bullpens practising, some people are doing laps around the oval, and the rest are doing batting drills in the middle.

We near the dugout, ready to get our asses served to us on a sliver plate by coach katawoka. But... the man standing there isn't our usual coach, infact, it's a very different man.

Rei notices us sneaking up from the back entrance, and walks up to us eagerly.

"What happened to you boys yesterday?" She questions, a hint of concern in her voice.

"Uhh.. I dunno, we kinda got accidentally left on the other side of Tokyo!" Sawamura shouts, taking a defensive stance againt the faltisity advisour.

"Well, at least you boys are safe and here now"

"That's all you care about!?"

Rei adjusts her glasses, looking back and them back at us.
"We've had quite a big change happen this morning" she starts.

Sawmaura and I both cluelessly look at each other, eager to hear what she has to say.

"Coach Kawaktoa was forced to fly down to Kyoshu as of last night, we aren't entirely sure why, but it's pressumed to be a family issue.
So... we've had to adjust accordingly, and now we have a temporarily replacement coach" She explains, taking a deep exhale.

"How long is coach gonna be away for?" I ask, trying to peak through the dugout to get a better view of his replacement.

"Not sure, possibly weeks, maybe even months" She replies.

Before any more questions can be asked a fellow teacher calls her over from the gates. "Good luck explaining to Coach Juriko why you were late" she mutters before walking off.

"Of all days!" Sawamura strains, landing on his knees dramatically.

To make matters worse, we don't even have to go to the dugout to visit this new coach, because he's now approaching us.

He's a big man standing at around maybe six foot three, and he's pretty bulky as well, probably in his late forties.

"Here we have the two practise-crashers" he scowls, getting right up and close to us. "Think it's fun to miss bus trips and skip practise?" He continues to banter. "Probably also think it's fun to have it up the ass" he mutters, scanning us up and down.

Ugh, he's one of those people.

"What's your names, boys?" He asks.

"Miyuki Kazuya, I'm a first string catcher" I cut Eijin off, despite he not even have say a word.

"Uh-, and I'm Sawamura Eijun, I'm a first string Pitcher" he staggers.

"Hmp, don't bother explaining your petty story again, I've heard it. Pretty shit to have two first-strings show up this late to practise huh? twenty laps each around the field, go" he scowls, and then proceeding to walk off.

"I mean, it could've been worse"