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Jealousy pt.2- Miyuki x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: February 22nd, 2022

Description: I really loved your hcs for Miyuki and Chris! Could I request an angsty thing (hc or scenario, whichever you’re comfortable with) about Miyuki getting jealous for whatever reason and distancing himself from his s/o? Maybe a bit of fluff at the end so it doesn’t hurt too much 🥲🥲🥲

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with research @curlyzensei, we thank them for their contribution. The first entry is available here.

Word count: 2 155

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“Did you reach him?” Y/N asked, dropping down next to Mei.

They found it strange that Mei was frowning at their phone.

He handed it back and shrugged.

“I got voicemail, he’s probably still practicing,” he smiled.

“Hmph, you’d think he’d try and pick up. I get he’s got a lot on his plate, but he seemed kind of down over the break,” they huffed, rummaging through their bag.

“It’s Miyuki, he only thinks about baseball,” Mei snickered.

“Ya, which reminds me, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Hey!” Mei whined. “You’re so mean,” he draped himself across Y/N, “this is why Kazuya’s avoiding you.”

Y/N stopped fiddling with their bag.

“What?”

“Why do you think he’s ignoring me,” Y/N frowned. “I think he’d know if I was ignoring me.”

“I mean, when was the last time you two talked?” Y/N stared at him. “That wasn’t over the break?”

The two stayed in silence for a moment before Y/N checked their phone.

“Mei get off me, it’s late.”

“No.”

“Meeii,” they warned, drawing out his name.

“Nooo, come stay with me! Let’s have a sleepover,” he laughed, not wanting to end their talk on a sour note.

“You’re such a child,” Y/N smirked, pushing him off their lap and laughing as he hit the floor.

Slinging their bag over their shoulder, Y/N carefully stepped over Mei and headed towards the school gates.

“Bye Mei!” They called, waving over their shoulder.

“Bye Y/N, tell your aunt I say hi!”

“Will do!”

---

Mei huffed in exhaustion as he grabbed another ball to pitch into the net.

It was Sunday, and practice had let out for the day, and like Y/N had said, his plans were baseball. Someone would have to drag him out of here by his shirt if they needed him.

His wind up was cut off by his ringtone.

“Huh?” He accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear. “Hey Kazuya, Y/N’s not with me right now so-”

“I…”

“Mhm?” Mei dragged the ball basket over to the net and began picking them up.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Are you dying?” Mei frowned, pausing for a second.

Miyuki rarely wanted to talk to him, especially one on one. Mei always had to start conversations with him, and even then Miyuki always seemed annoyed.

“Uh, I might be,” he chuckled nervously. “That depends, how mad is Y/N?”

“Suuuper mad,” Mei said, annoyance heavy in his voice. “They never want to speak with you ever again and they hope you drop dead!”

“Wait seriously?!” Miyuki yelled.

“No you idiot!” Mei yelled back. “Upset? Yes. Hurt? Definitely. But I don’t think they could ever be mad at you. Now answer a question for me.”

“I will not tell you anything about our team, give it up.”

“Wa- Hey! Is baseball really the only thing you think I think about?!”

“I mean…”

“Don’t hesitate!” Miyuki chuckled on the other end of the phone, and Mei sighed. “Why’d you hang up on them yesterday?”

Miyuki stopped chuckling, and said nothing for a moment.

“They told you, huh?”

“Nope! I was the one calling.”

“Oh… why?”

“I figured you’d pick up for them more than me, turns out I was wrong. Now answer the question.”

“I just- I needed time to think.”

“You should ask Y/N, they’d be willing to help.”

“I need to think about Y/N.”

“Oh.” The line was silent for a moment before Mei spoke again. “So you’ve figured it out?”

“That I’ve been a shitty friend?”

“Huh? No, that you like them. I mean, since when have you ever cared if people like you? I mean, you called me first. You must be reaaaalllyyy desperate to do that.”

“You’re being over dramatic.”

“Am I really?”

Silence again.

“Bye Mei.”

Click.

---

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” Mei called as he ran into their class.

“Whaaaatttt?” They sighed as they closed their phone and folded their hands under their chin.

“Are you going to watch the tokyo invitational game?”

The tokyo invitational game against Wynd youth academy had just been finalized, and Mei had just been informed of his invitation to participate.

“Sure.”

“You’re not even gonna ask what it is?” He gasped.

“Mei at this point Inashiro games have kind of started to blur together,” they chuckled. “What’s got you so worked up about this one?”

“Because it’s not an Inashiro game! They’re asking a bunch of players from other teams to come out and we’re playing against a school from America,” he rushed out, almost tripping over his words.

“Mei.”

“Yes?”

“Back off.” They pushed on his forehead and he stumbled back in an over exaggerated manner.

“You’re so mean, you and Kazuya really are perfect for eachother,” he huffed, taking his seat beside them and pouting.

“It’s kind of hard to have a relationship with someone who’s ignoring you,” Y/N chuckled dryly.

“Ya well, you fell in love with Kazuya, pay the price.” They were both silent for a moment as Mei began to get his stuff out. “You should tell him.”

“Why? So he can continue ignoring me and I can think it’s because I like him? Because I prefer this over whatever that would feel like.”

“Okay,” he dropped his books onto his desk rather harshly. “I wasn’t going to say anything because I thought watching you two pine but this is getting sad and you’re making me depressed. He likes you, he’s just… Kazuya. And you like him, you’re just…”

“I’m just?” They goaded, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, why are you so certain he likes me?”

“Because he told me.”

---

Y/N sat outside the field’s fence, watching the temporary team warm up. The atmosphere was a little stiff, but they knew things would loosen up once they started playing together. New teams were always a bit stiff.

“Y/N-senpai?”

Y/N turned to find Itsuki standing nervously behind their bench.

“Hello Itsuki-kun, what are you doing here? Actually, silly question, you’re here to watch the game aren’t you?”

“Um, no-no,” he waved his hands in front of his face. “Actually, Mei-san actually asked me to come find you once everyone got here.”

“You know you don’t have to run errands for him, he’s a big boy. Despite how he acts,” they muttered.

“I don’t mind, besides he just asked me to remind you to meet him at the school gate after practice. Also I needed the study break,” he laughed.

“Hm, alright then,” they sighed. “Well, would you like to sit with me for a bit?”

“No, it’s alright. Have a good day Senpai!”

After Itsuki left, Y/N turned back to the field.

Warmups had finished and they were starting to make up teams. Mei turned around and waved at Y/N, earning a glare from the coach. But his over exaggerated display caught Miyuki’s attention, who followed Mei’s gaze and spotted them.

Y/N smiled and waved back, and Miyuki awkwardly returned a subtle wave.

---

“Late,” Y/N grumbled, flipping their phone open and closed as they watched the time tick by.

Y/N had left the field once the coach dismissed everyone to clean up and change, and had been waiting at the front gate since then.

Most of the people had already left, but aside from Mei, Miyuki hadn’t come out this way either and he would have to pass by soon if he wanted to catch the train back to Seidou.

“Look how sad they’re looking,” Mei hummed, leaning against the wall behind Miyuki. “You should go cheer them up, here-” he reached into his bag and handed Miyuki a can. “And while you're at it confess please, this isn’t funny anymore.”

Before Miyuki could start thinking again, Mei had shoved the drink into his hands and walked off.

“Thank me later!”

Miyuki didn’t move.

The sun was setting, he was going to miss the train at this rate.

The only way out was through the front gate, and past Y/N.

Taking a deep breath, he rounded the corner and called out, “What are you still doing here?”

“Mei stood me up,” Y/N shrugged. “What took you so long?”

“Uh, personal crisis,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, here.” He handed them the drink. “You still like this, right?”

Y/N stared at it for a moment before shaking their head.

“No.”

Of course Mei wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

“Mei gave it to you, didn’t he?” They asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. When he nodded, they laughed. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the station.”

“Wha-huh? But don’t you have a curfew?”

“Ya, but if we leave now I can probably make it back just in time, so hurry up. And can I have that?” They pointed at the drink.

“But I thought you didn’t like it.”

“It’s rude to turn down a gift.”

The two headed off down the path as Mei peeked around the corner and cheered silently. Now Miyuki just had to use his words.

“So, are you looking forward to catching for Mei?”

“Nah, I’m not allowed to. They don’t want people who’ll be going against each other in the next tournament to play together. Honestly, I’m relieved. I deal with enough idiot pitchers at Seidou, I don’t need to find a new one.”

Y/N laughed, “Sounds like fun.” They took a sip from the can before offering it to Miyuki. “I should come by sometime.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” He exclaimed, taking the can and cringing at the taste. “Too sweet.”

“You know that’s why I used to drink it, right? Because you wouldn’t steal it.”

“Hey! I don’t steal your things.”

“Really? Because I think I’m still missing a cap or two, and a book, and I’m sure if I went through my stuff I would find more.”

“Fine, what else do you do for my sake?” He huffed, handing back the drink.

The train station was coming into view.

“Hm, I don’t visit you or call as often as I’d like.”

“Huh?”

“Well… I see how busy Mei gets with practice and school and since you take forever to reply and stuff I just… assumed you wanted to focus on that. I keep telling you to reach out, I guess I just wasn’t clear enough about it.”

“I…” Miyuki took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I should have tried to stay in touch better.”

“I mean, I guess I could forgive you.”

“Rea-” Relief washed over Miyuki.

“If you give me a good reason.” Miyuki frowned. “What? I’m not gonna forgive you at the drop of the hat. I’m here, trying to keep this friendship intact and you finally geting that through your stupid head doesn’t change it. So I’ll forgive you if you give me a good reason too. Otherwise you just have to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you how?” He asked wearily.

“Take the high ground here, Kazuya.”

“No- no, I think I want to avoid that.”

“Kazuyyyaaa,” they warned.

“Hey, look, I apologized. I’m opening up, doesn’t that count as making it up to you?” He asked frantically, jumping back slightly.

Y/N frowned.

“Kazuya. Telling me something I already know isn’t opening up. How about I tell you something you don’t know about me and you can tell me why you’ve been so… weird.”

“Like there’s something I don’t know about you.”

“Kazuya, up until the break you didn’t know I was on the student council. Or that I hadn’t seen all your games.”

“... fine. Throw your best secret at me.”

“Hmph,” Y/N smirked. “On the count of three?”

Miyuki’s brows furrowed, “What are you, five?”

“One.”

“Fine.”

“Two.” Y/N and Miyuki both stopped walking. “Three.”

“I love you,” Y/N sung out as Miyuki rushed through it.

Miyuki froze, eyes squinted closed and holding his breath. It took him a second to catch up to everything, and when he finally did he relaxed.

Y/N was standing in front of him, hands behind their back and looking over their shoulder.

“Really?” They asked, laughing. “Bit of a shitty way to show it, huh?”

“What?”

“Ignoring me. Bit of a shitty way to show you love me.”

“I-”

“Unless, of course, you were jealous.”

“Jealous! Wha- of who?!”

“Mei. Who, by the way, I have to remember to thank. He totally set this up,” they grumbled.

“Why on earth would I-”

“Train.”

“What?” Miyuki whipped around to see the train pulling into the station. “Shit! This,” he called as he ran the last bit up the platform, “isn’t over!”

“We can finish this tomorrow.”

“I’ll just call.”

Y/N waved as Miyuki rushed onto the train, before checking the time.

“Ah man, I am so not getting back in time.”

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k0mfort · 5 months

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pls could I get mei dating hcs bless thank you 🙏

this is much much longer than what i expected, but i kinda got carried away because i love mei sm.. hope u enjoy anon ♡ please ask me more mei things..

♡ listen, if you want to date the narumiya mei — best pitcher of the generation, absolute ace of tokyo, blah blah blah — you have to be okay with not being his priority.

♡ mei has dreams, and so do you, but you have to admit that what he is aiming for is something that is too big even for you. but you believe in him, and you believe in the sort of process that it would take for him to get there. you are with him because you know how it would be and you are alright with it.

♡ and it gets hard, of course. you can never get used to the days where your messages would be left unread, or the way your study dates would end up with him snoring softly on your shoulders, tired at kunitomo's ruthless training regimens.

♡ mei knows that he is not perfect. and if there is any other way he can go about his life so that he can at least not be the source of your pain most times, he would take it. but this is a path that he chose. and he does not give up, nor does he not falter. he is narumiya mei. he will cease to be before willingly let go of his goal.

♡ but he loves you. dear god, he loves you. you don't know the amount of times he has sat in the dugout, peering under his battered cap, trying not to make it too obvious that he is hoping you are somewhere amongst the bustling crowd.

♡ he thinks that you are too good for him. for a bratty, overachieving jerk like him. you are too patient and kind, and he has done things that does not deserve your forgiveness. and yet, you stayed.

♡ you would visit him without a fail everyday — even on the days where you know that he won't be able to meet you. you would watch him from the sidelines, pride and endearment continuously bloom in your chest the more you see him. sometimes, you would even get him a drink from the vending machine, and you have to push him away so that he wouldn't hug you in his sweat-drenched, dirt-covered baseball uniform.

♡ so, on the dates you get to go to between his busy schedules, mei can't help but feel fidgety — even if he doesn't seem like it — and thinks over his words carefully. he threads on invisible ropes, not knowing what will be your last straw.

♡ but ignoring all of his anxiety, what mei loves doing on dates is taking photo booth pictures.

"Mei—" You whine as he practically drags you inside the building. Mirrors in funky shapes and sizes adorned the wall, and there are countless racks of sunglasses, headbands, and other fun accessories. "This is the second booth we see today. Can we not do this?"

"Don't be boring," he grins, already picking out headbands. He takes one with a crab claws coming out of it and scrunches his nose as he puts it on. "Do I look good?"

You purse your lips, holding in a titter before eventually bursting out in a series of laughter. "You look stupid."

"Ow," he pretends that something shoots him in the heart, clutching on his t-shirt with a pained expression on his face, eyes shut dramatically.

You push him away, still laughing, and he peeks through one eye just to savor the sight of your joy.

♡ he would put his arms around your shoulders as the sound of the camera shutter fill the room. he would let you kiss his cheek, or even pull you in to gently press his lips against yours — you are repeating washed up poses in every frame glued on his dorm walls, but he doesn't mind. he hopes that you don't either.

♡ but talking about the photo booth strips attached on his clear phone case, or in a key chain-frame on his baseball bag, or folded in his wallet, the way he just lets every single person he encounters that you are together is close to obnoxious.

♡ your face is obnoxiously his lock screen, your handwriting is obnoxiously on each one of his notebook, and every one of your call equals to a delighted, yet somehow obnoxious, grin on mei's face.

♡ he has given you one or two of his caps the same way he just keeps some of the lunchboxes you lend him, never really returning it back to you. the water bottle you are using is currently his, and the key chain on the keys to his dorm room is one he teasingly stole from your school bag.

♡ you gave him back cap once without a word. he wanted to push it back into your hands when he noticed the scribbled handwriting under it, with little doodles of hearts all over it. it's messy, and the ink was bleeding all over — you must have had a hard time with the marker. from that moment on, he kisses his knuckles only to press it against your handwriting before a fateful pitch. no one has to know. no one has to know except you and him.

♡ and of course the whole fucking baseball team.

♡ you've turned into a celebrity within the scope of inashiro's prestigious baseball team.

♡ all thanks to mei and his blabbering mouth, of course — you have to be kidding him if you give him, basically, all that a high school baseball player would ever want from their significant other and not expect him to show off.

♡ but they've known you for a while by now, and it's generally just amazing to them to see you so willingly and enthusiastically date mei the same way he is too to you.

♡ being jealous of him is, of course, a given.

"Someone get this man's phone away from him," Carlos groans rather loudly in the cafeteria as Mei laughs, kicking his shin softly under the table without even gazing up from his phone.

You are sending him a string of texts, telling Mei about your day, and sending selfies with the strange robot employee you met while upgrading your phone credit in town. When all that he can think about is to add the pictures that you just sent to his wallpaper carousel, Riku, from the far-end of the table, is feeding into Carlos' yaps.

"What's so funny, Mei?" His voice booms, asking a question that the answer to is just too obvious.

"Beat it," Mei shoots back, busy tapping away in his phone, letting his steaming rice grow cold. "Find some other jerk to annoy."

♡ you are dating superstar mei, though for some reason, he seems to be the one who would boast about you. everyone knows about him. but you? no one knows about the way you take care of stray cats you found on school grounds or how excellent you are at molding things into your own nature. and he would be damned if you end up living under his shadow.

♡ he shows absolutely no interest to a person if what they offer is no more than support for his baseball career. and while he is grateful for everyone on his side, some people take it too far. and one should know to never cross narumiya mei's line. he has no problem cutting someone off of his life once he realizes their disrespect of his relationship — of you.

♡ oh, but fights with mei are quiet, and tearful. never in public, and always in secret. while mei basks on the spotlight usually on him, neither of you enjoys negative attention. communication really is key — though he is aware of every single one of his actions and words, slips-up cannot be avoided. the same thing goes for you.

♡ and mei doesn't really know why, but he doesn't cry even if you do. even on the verge of separation, or in a heated debate. his mind goes numb as fire takes over his body. during times like this, all he wants to do is swing his bat at nothing in particular, and hope that the problem would die after his 50th. but that isn't how life works, and that isn't certainly not how relationship works. mei is realistic, above all else, and to not be a hypocrite, he tames the temper raging in his bones and sit himself down. in all the times he has swallowed his ego for you, he always wishes that you would do the same to him.

#mei #narumiya mei #daiya no a #daiya #narumiya mei x reader #ace of diamond #daiya no a x reader #headcanons #anon !#requests: daiya

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