Love |Eijun x Miyuki|

13: Fight |Part Two|

Miyuki's POV
5:01am

Shit, how long did I sleep for?

All I remember is tossing and turning for the first half of the night, followed by... well nothing.

I don't have anything on me, not my phone or even my pyjamas, I was forced to sleep in my dirty baseball uniform.
It doesn't matter to me, I used it as a form of semi-torture while reminiscing on the poor actions I made earlier that night.

I feel a bit better now that I've slept, but the pit in my stomach is still there. Was Sawamura jealous of me the entire time? Or was did he actually think I hated him? Either I would've nevered dreamed of.

I have to apologize to him, I'm the person in the wrong in this situation, i can't always rely on the other person to make the first move.

Sigh, same goes for having a crush.

My back cracks in numerous places as I arise from the pile of nets I was using as a mattress last night. My joints are all aching from the poor support, and I feel gross and grubby.

Steadily, I stand up to walk around the top floor of the indoor field. I call in the top floor, but it's nothing more than a perching spot built right under the roof, mainly to store nets and stuff.

The access to this area is a skimpy ladder loosely screwed to the top platform, I have no idea how that piece of flimsy wood is up to building standard.

Carefully, I make my way down the poor excuse of a ladder, only to have a rough landing on the musty & dusty floor.

I walk around the indoor field for a bit, hitting my head against various pieces of metal as I think of awkward memories.
After doing a full 360° of the field I end up right back where I started.

Suddenly I fall smack on to the ground Fuck, I tripped over something. I look behind me only to see a disturbed, sleeping Sawamura.

I could've exploded, did I really just fall over him?
The better question is why was he even there in the first place, did he decide to sleep here? Shit, maybe he thought that I was going back to his dorm, so he had the same idea as me.

He stirs, and opens his eyes. Why did I think he'd stay asleep after I landed on him with all my body weight. My hands are all cut and bloody from bracing myself.

As he wakes he immediately grasps his upper rib in pain, and lets out a shaken sigh. I crawl over to him, "you alright?" I whisper, placing my hand over his.

"Ah shit-, yea" he groans, before realizing who he's talking to. Sawamura's expression goes from one of slight pain to one of guilt. I help him sit up slowly, the blood from my palms soaking the back of his uniform.

I sit down next to him beside the stairs. "I'm so sorry Sawamura, for both tripping over you and-, well, yelling at you last night"
He doesn't reply to me, he just stares at the ground.

"I didn't understand a word you said, I interpreted it all wrong" I continue. "In the end I got my personal feelings all mixed up."

"Do you actually hate me" He chokes.

"No, not at all. In fact, I really, really like you"

Sawamura looks up at me for the first time today, and for once, so do I.
He doesn't say anything, he just smiles weakly at me.
"I really dont want to go to practise today" he then blurts, leaning back on the shitty ladder.
"Yeah, I don't want to either" I reply.

We both share a cheeky glance, subconsciously thinking the same thing.
"You don't want to uh, coincidentally get lost in Tokyo again eh?" I muse, smirking widely.
He grins back, as we both chuckle. "It's still early, we could sneak back into my dorm and get changed without anyone noticing or waking, and I've saved up some cash since our last eventful day in Tokyo"

"Yeah, me too" I stand up gleefully. Sawamura on the other hand gets up a lot... slower. My hand extends out, and I offer it to him, to help the first-year up.

"My side hurtsss" He groans, grasping the neighboring ladder for support. "Sorry for that too" I mumble, instinctively reaching for his sore spot. I must've kicked my foot into his ribcage when I fell over him earlier.

Sawamura's attitude then changes completely. "Let's go get our stuff for today!" He bubbles.
We jog out of the indoor gym together, and up into the Seido spirit dorms.

As presumed, Maeko-Senpai and Kuromochi-Kun are both peacefully asleep in their respective beds, which allows Sawamura and I easy acess in and out of the room.

I sort through some clothes in ny suitcase, eventually deciding on a multi-comic-print black and white, and distressed bleach-washed light blue skinny jeans.
With a pair of my favourite addias shoes and a white cap to top it all off, of course.

Sawamura, on the other hand has changed into a plain white and blue baseball T-Shirt, and some black skinny jeans. Oh-, and his similar looking pair of shoes.

Once again we share a menacing look, hinting at each other that we're ready to go.