Love |Eijun x Miyuki|

12: Fight |Part One|

Miyuki's POV
Wednesday
3:34pm

"Okay"

Furuya walks off to the bathroom, leaving me alone in the bullpen. I hum silently to myself, playing around with the ball he left behind.

This new coach has organized almost nothing for the team, once we get out on to the field he simply tells us to 'practise' and then walks away.

"Hey Miyuki! Can you catch for me?" Sawamura blurts, spontaneously appearing behind me. "Chris isn't here today, and I'm so bored!"

"I can't, Furuya will be back in a momemt' I reply.
"But I have no one to practise my pitches with! He continues to whine.

"Furuya's a starting a pitcher, I've been instructed to catch for him, go down to where our Senpai's are and practise bunts" I suggest, shrugging aimlessly.

He groans and walks off, exiting the bullpen as Furuya walks back in.

Truth is that I do want to Catch for Sawamura, but I have stick with what I've been told to do, and that's to work with Furuya.

I'll catch for Sawamura another day.

I toss the small ball over to my fellow teammate, who almost immediately gets into position to pitch fo me.

He throws a simple fastball down the middle to begin with, followed by a progression of increasingly difficult ones.

"You need to steady your left foot, it's dragging a bit at the back" I inform, continuing to throw the ball back to him.

Furuya digs his said foot into the ground, before attempting again to throw a perfect pitch.

All the sudden we're interrupted by audible loud screeching coming from outside the bullpen, It's Sawamura, of course.

He trotts on inside and collapses on the ground in front of us. "I thought you were going to practise with the third years?" I ask.

"Coach Juolingi scolded me and told me to go back to my assigned tasks" He angrily pouts, suppressing himself even further. He has his hands rested on his head, how can someone look so cute yet so mad at the same time?

"But I have no assigned tasks!" Sawamura explodes, hands in the air and kicking up the dust around him.

"I don't our new coach, temporary or not" Furuya mumbles.
His fingers are gripped tightly around the ball, twisting and scratching it in all different directions.

As Sawamura lays comfortably on the dirt, Furuya I get back to our lame game of catch, which the brunette eagerly spectates from the ground.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot Coach Juolingi watching us from a distance, innocently supervising us to make sure we aren't goofing off. Then again, is anything this man does really innocent?

He seems satisfied enough because he walks off without saying a word, which is incredibly unlikely coming from him.

The refreshing, cool afternoon breeze sweeps through the bullpen, it's a natural relaxer after all. We spend the rest of our afternoon practise in here, which prjbanly wasn't any fun for Sawamura, who just watched Furuya and I whole time.

After dinner we get given an incredibly long lecture about respect from our assistant-coach, which is promptly followed by an announcement from coach Juolingi.

"I'm not here to babysit you all, you're teenagers that are able to make your own decisions, and I don't trust you to make the right ones" he begins.

"You take practise too lightly, this is serious, you aren't going to go anywhere by being poofters that suck each other off!" He cries, and I can't decide if he's furious or fed-up.

"Get your fuckin act together and start acting like men, not bitchin twinks." With his 'encouraging' done, he leaves the field and dismisses us for the night.

"Aside from his language, he isn't that bad" Harucchi gleams, smiling innocently as a heard of boys stampeed out of the field.

"That's because he favourites you, Chi-Chan" Kuromochi blurts, being one of those heard memebers. "I'll meet you in my dorm Miyuki-San"he adds, dragging Harucchi away from the rest of us.

After waiting a bit, I finally think I'm alone on the field, and thanks god for that, I've wanted to go on a peaceful walk forever now.

My quiet time is over before it even begain, because a pitching voice is approaching from behind me.

"Miyuki-Senpai!" Sawamura exclaims,  as he practically jumps over me. "It's late-! What do you want?" I reply, a bit too seriously.
I couldn't look him in his eyes earlier today, I was so fucking flustered, it felt like I could've gotten an erection just from glancing at him.

He takes a step back, potentially thinking through his words. "Why don't you want to catch for me! I only ask you when you have nothing else to do!" He cries, taking a defensive stance against me.

I don't even get a chance to reply, because Sawamura has already xut me off again. "If you don't wanna catch for me just say so-!"

"It's not like that!" I blurt, but he doesn't seem too convinced.

"I swear you don't like me, you avoid me every chance you get! What have I done to annoy you?"  He continues.

My face flushes red, and a blush creeps over my cheeks, I look away in shame, it may be dark but I can't have Sawamura seeing me this flustered.

"I can't catch for you all the time Sawamura, but that doesn't mean I don't want to" I reply, still avoiding his stare.
"You dodged my question, do you like me-"

"No! I don't, no way" I shout, my face turning even pinker. Shit, he didn't finish what he going to say, I just messed up big time.

"Miyuki-Senpai! Just te-"

"No! Stop-, don't talk to me, I can't talk to you right now!" My voice cracks on the last sentence, I'm still not facing him, I can't bring myself to.

He tears up, before sprinting off.

I look up ans around for him, but alas, he's disappeared.
I fucked up so badly, I could've talked it out with him but instead I stayed ignorant and made our relationship worse.

Sawamura probably ran back to his dorm room, so I'm defiently not staying there tonight.
I'll just crash in the indoor field.

I'm such an idiot... I can't believe I would ever say something like that to him, I got my personal feelings and my baseball life confused again.

The air feels tense, despite the fact that I'm the only one in a five hundred metre radius. I walk sloppily over the the indoor area, and sneak into the indoor field from a small hole in the tin near the back.

I've slept here once before, in my first year here at Seido, or more specifically the night after Sawamura first came to this school for an orientation. The same day he defeated Azuma.

My room felt so big yet cramped, I couldn't of slept if I tried. So I snuck out here and slept on the top floor on some nets.

It's exactly like that night, except back then I was really excited about Sawamura's arrival, the thought of having a pitcher I could form the perfect battery with kept me up every night until he actually started at this school.

Now I'd give anything to take what I said back, I couldn't differentiate my personal feelings from my baseball life. Now I'm regretting like all hell.

If I didn't have a chance with Sawamura before I definitely don't have one now. I was so mean, I'm such an idiot.

My body lays limp on the dusty wooden floor, everything is aching, I can't get over how much of a dick I am.

"I'm so sorry Sawamura"