Kit. [Leon x Reader]

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Kuwata's gym bag was tossed to the ground with a thunk, dust being tossed up from the impact as the bag's owner sat down on the bleachers next to it. [Y/N] settled in next to him, completely silent in comparison to the All Star's careless, loud nature. In fact, everything between the two of them was silent, and her hands were brought to her lap as she gazed nervously at Kuwata's sneakers.

"So..." He chuckled once more, turning to face her directly. "What was your favorite part?"

"...'Scuse me?"

"Of the game, dumbass! What was your favorite part of the game?! Geez, I know I'm handsome and all but you don't gotta get lost in me with every look..."

[Y/N] tried to laugh off the shame of annoying him, thinking back to the game she had just watched for anything to talk about.

"I mean...I didn't really have a favorite part, but I was quite amazed when you managed to slide in with that guy from the Marlboro team right on your heels. Oh, and when Hagakure scored that final home run...he looked pretty damn happy with himself, didn't he?"

"Haha, yeah! Hiro's been struggling with hitting all season. He's new to the team, and hasn't managed to hit that good before, so we were all rootin' for him. Kaz and I trained him up good, though. Guy was lucky to have the two of us hittin' him up extra after practice." Kuwata paused to smirk at nothing, the lopsided grin accompanied by a lazy nod. "I truly believe that's what made the guy so good now; I whipped the stinky bastard into good shape, didn't I?"

Typical of him to bring himself more credit than the actual guy who scored the damn hit.

"And what's the deal with you and Souda?" [Y/N] questioned, genuinely curious about how well Kuwata knew Makoto's crush. "The two of you were pretty friendly back there."

"Yeah, Kaz is great...Hadn't really talked to the guy before he joined the team last season. Guy's a fangirl, really. Mainly joined to get closer to me and the other guys, however he's a natural on the field. One of the best catchers we've ever had. Not really good with the bat, though, but we all have our strong suits."

"What's yours, then?"

"Hm?"

"Your strong suit."

"Oh, everything, obviously."

[Y/N] rolled her eyes at his satisfied grin, but soon chuckled at the bastard.

"Is that so? There isn't anything you're not good at?"

"Not really, sweetheart. But I can prove that to ya in a little while now, can't I?"

Getting straight to the point now.

She turned away, trying to hide her blush from the wannabe-punk. Such a gesture made Kuwata chuckle, and he leaned over to get in her face.

"What...am I that irresistible to ya?"

"Shut up." [Y/N] could practically feel Kuwata's smirk on her back. But he leaned away from her, and she was able to breathe, finally.

"So...about that thing I promised earlier..."

oh shit oh fuck

And the very next breath she took was also held for too long as her heart beat hard in her chest. Was he...was he seriously going to? Right now? She couldn't help but fear it, and her hands were held tightly in her lap as she turned towards Kuwata-

Only to see him pulling out a small, circular container from his gym bag.

Oh, right. He also said they could smoke.