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センバツ昨日からいい試合ばっかり！ 気になっているのは、帽子のつばを曲げない派が増えてきた事。 チーム内でも派閥ができてる笑(寺)

#daiya no ace #ace of diamond #yuuki tetsuya #yuuki masashi #seidou #2018-03-31 #limited context: terajima's noticed the interesting increase in people who don't bend the brims of their caps* #factions already exist within the team #(it's not just factions within the same team but within the same house!! lmao) #(do you think bending the brim is something tetsu's brought up with masashi?) #⚾.daiya no ace #ダイヤのA #x:m #x:dna

[lazuliquetzal]

okay i just went on a reading spree through ur daiya no ace stuff and it’s AMAZING like the way you wrote nori is just- so funny and awesome and i’m glad u made him more BAMF than most people usually write him like it’s so nice to see that!!

anyway thanks :)

NORI'S GREAT ISN'T HE???

Obviously Daiya's a sports shonen, so of course the stars of the show are gonna be the characters that get to be on the field but like. Never underestimate the insane security of having a teammate you trust in reserve. Plus, like, first-string pitcher at a powerhouse school? It takes a certain level of skill and insanity to reach that, show my boy Nori some fucking RESPECT--

some behind the scenes: while I was writing AAB, I actually googled "baseball position stereotypes" to get an idea of how I wanted to play with the side characters, and one of the first thing I saw was "closers are terrifying." So when I write Nori, I imagine someone who's sweet and generally mild-mannered--but also someone who THRIVES in high-pressure situations. The more stressful the situation is, the more alive he feels. It's what makes him a good relief pitcher.

But anyway I'm glad you like my take on him. He doesn't get highlighted nearly enough as he should. Thank you for the lovely ask!!! I'm glad you had fun with my fics!!!

#also headcanon that Nori is the only person on the entire Seidou team who has any sort of off-field game #because he has a life outside of baseball #i know Kuramochi is 'hot' or whatever but he is drenched in axe body spray #nori is the only one who can socialize without baseball as a buffer #daiya no ace #asks

[oofuri2003]

baseball data: consumed Oofuri and had no intention of consuming Daiya, but, after catching up to Oofuri, got such a bad media hangover that I’ve been consuming Daiya as a way to maintain Oofuri-proximity. To keep the brain in the Oofuri-space of power-of-friendship striving battery and keep it ticking along until it’s time to rewatch Oofuri. Without utmost respect for Daiya it is like a spin-off arc to me

AAHHAHAHA im loving this. i understand you on a fundamental level i think i just approached this feeling by rereading and rewatching oofuri too many times but I GET IT! waiting on the plot to progress in oofuri is like watching grass grow we have to occupy ourselves somehow

I think daiya and oofuri are just suited to different audiences like i think if you like more of an underdog story of kids with no funding in a prefecture with more "normal" teams and only a few true standouts ofc oofuri is for you, and if you like more of that fast paced tokyo prefecture every team is good and well funded and has a lot of players vibe then like daiya is for you. and ofc differences in opinion on main character personalities and the like (<- guy who thought up a whole treatise on this during a long car ride the other day)

#seidou is very ARC tho you are so right #like down to the really good team that kinda fell off for a bit there part #anyway raichi best character i will say it til the end! #btw me n my friends call this distinction in daiya 'baseball is war' #like they act like playing is going to war

[citrusce]

#diamond no ace #cat carrier #but art <3 #behold. my coziest catboys #i need haruichi and okumura to interact So bad the closest thing i remember was okumura looking at sawamura and furuya bickering #and haruichi was in the bg..... #in my mourning arc. i need them to look at each other. breath the same air even. share ONE panel #seidou high school one of the teams in jerma baseball stream #thats toujou btw. sorry king your hairs hard to draw when theres few pixels and cap #another haruichi pfp from when i was cycling through haruichi pfps every 8 hours #my boy #aquarium date dusts off my hands #drew all of these in a trance last night #projecting #yachi and kiyoko being sapphic in the background of polar bear enclosure btw #hah is haruichi barefoot or was i too lazy to draw shoes #oh haruichi is wearing uniqlo Washed Jersey Easy Shorts btw aka my fisherman dad shorts

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ACE OF HEART — SEUNGMIN. CHAPTER 1

⚾️ synopsis: new school year means new beginnings, right? you are a new student at prestigious seido high school with the goal to become the ace of the baseball team and win nationals. but to your surprise, some arrogant asshole kim seungmin is currently in the position of pitcher and ace of the team. how steel are your nerves and how long will it take you to steal his place?

pairing: seungmin x reader(afab) genre: baseball player au!seungmin, enemies to lovers, slow burn warnings: mean seungmin, reader has ego, underage characters, mention of daddy issues, reader has anxiety, A LOT of baseball terminology word count: 4.9k a/n: yall please appreciate my photoshop skills LMAO. i had to turn “11” into “1”, cause seung is the ace

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april — the second month of spring, the second month of the season of love. you hated april. not only because everyone around you seemed to find a relationship all of a sudden, but also because it meant the start of the new school year.

it was not an average school, but a prestigious seido high school with its own baseball team. located in tokyo, it was almost impossible to receive an acceptance letter. your screams were heard all over the house, when you opened it on your laptop. it took you an eternity to finish all trials, so you had zero hope by the end of them. but you succeeded. maybe it was just dumb luck, or maybe you were actually good at baseball. you kept telling yourself the latter.

the sound of endless chatter filled the courtyard as students were trying to figure out where to go, meeting possible new friends, and as well as old friends. senpais were giving glares to new girls, what made you want to vomit.

you were there too - standing in the courtyard, an email with instructions opened on your phone. new chapter of your life was about to start.

since you were a member of the baseball team, unlike ordinary students, you were given the opportunity to live in a dormitory. fortunately, the dorm has been divided into female and male part, so you didn’t have to live with nasty boys who won’t clean after themselves. but you’d have meet one of those type of guys on the field for sure. after all, baseball is a male dominated game.

“seido spirit dorm”

it looked more like an apartment complex. as you walked past the sign, you already noticed bats, basket with balls and other equipment. it definitely didn’t look like an ordinary dorm. it thrilled you with excitement, you’ve never felt so normal before. baseball was a passion of yours that no one around you understood. you’ve made it all the way on your own, and this simple scene with some equipment laying on the floor next to the room, made your eyes watery. you couldn’t wait to meet your roommates, teammates and the current ace. you were ready to learn a lot.

despite all the panic that was thrilling inside you, it wasn’t hard to find your room. you stared at the names on the sign.

“sanada rin

fujiwara aoi

l/n y/n”

suddenly, the door opened and two girls appeared in the doorway, welcoming you in.

located on the second floor, your room had a view right on the baseball field. your roommates turned out to be quite nice. two senpais - year two aoi and year three rin.

they quickly introduced you to the team, best players and the system that your coach uses.

the school was so popular, that current amount of players, including first-years, exceeded one hundred. obviously, everyone can’t play on the team, because baseball is an nine player game (not including the benched players). that is why seidou has two team lineups. first one consists of best of the best. while second one is for those, who are good, but not enough. and the rest, who did not make it even to the second lineup, need to work twice harder, to get noticed by the coach.

these were not a good news. you caught yourself getting anxious. but what about the acceptance letter and the trials? you thought that meant a guaranteed spot on the team. your roommates just laughed at your words, saying that with the number of overconfident players these restrictions are the only right option.

time flew, as you talked up until the midnight over a bottle of soju. it was not the smartest decision, considering that tomorrow was the first training and a meeting with the team at 8 in the morning.

of course, you felt drenched, squeezed out like a lemon, when you woke up. for a future baseball player, ace of the team, it was a bad habit of hating to wake up early in the morning. but you’ve decided to leave your thoughts about your future for now. it was time to leave the best first impression, so the coach would notice you in the sea of first years.

the cold morning air was refreshing. you shuddered as you tried to cover yourself in clothes more. the grass was still covered with dew drops and the sun has just begun to rise. despite your new friends in the faces of your roommates, you tried to stay apart and not stick to any people on the first day. you weren’t here to make friends, you were here to play baseball. and you wouldn’t let absolutely no one to distract you from the sport that you loved so much or your goals of going to nationals.

everyone was asked to line up, and the newcomers in the front row were told to take turns telling their name and the position they would like to play in.

oh you didn't like that. it felt like the coach hadn't even read the profiles of his students, since he was asking for everyone's names and dream positions.

finally your turn.

“watashiwa l/n y/n des! i want to play as a pitcher and my dream is to become an ace of the team! i have years of experience and a lot of potential. i am ready to show all my skills! thank you!” you finished your speech with a bow.

there were chuckes in the back.

“alright. thank you for your honesty, l/n y/n! let’s hope you will show your passion on the field as well.” coach replied coldly, crossing his arms.

if you had daddy issues, you'd start soaking over him, just like your roommates. he was definitely in his forties, but he was quite thin and tall, with a layer of trimmed beard and dark glasses on his nose.

did you say something wrong? the coach looked like he was unhappy about something. and those chuckles from behind hurt your ego a little.

after the roll call, you were approached by a group of guys who looked at least a year older. at the center of this not-friendly looking gang was a guy, apparently the leader and the ace, judging by the way how confident he looked, and of course the number 1 emblazoned on his chest.

“so you’re the kohai, right? aiming at ace position? how cute.” he grinned cockily, scanning you from top to bottom. “i bet you can only throw a fastball. am i right?”

“i don’t even know you.” you snapped back, turning around and getting ready to leave. you were already irritated because of failed introduction.

“i am your senpai, so i’d like to have your full respect.” he folded his arms across his chest, stretching out to his full height to show his dominance even more.

that made you look at him again. right, senpai. why do boys always keep using this as an excuse for their rudeness?

“i am kim seungmin, by the way. current ace of the team.” he turned around and pointed at his number on the back, as if you haven’t noticed it already on the front of the uniform. “i am just a second year, but I became an ace after two months on the team.” he squared his shoulders, braving himself even more.

you were about to reply with something like “so what? i will beat your so-called record, you won’t even have time to react.”, but you couldn’t. because he was your senpai.

“right. that’s what i was talking about. respect your senpais.” he smirked, patting you on the shoulder. you shrugged off his hand, making him let out a small laugh. “okay, we will see you around, i guess.”

not being able to say anything back you just stared at him, hoping that you would be able to burn a hole inside the number 1 on his back.

ugh.

and you hoped that you would be able to learn something from the current ace and even form some bond. maybe you shouldn’t have brought your goal up. but you wanted to show your coach that you were up to a good fight for a place on the team. you didn’t want to stay on the bench for the next three years, like your roommates. you were passionate and hardworking - that’s what led you in this high school after-all.

the training has started pretty light. after a warm-up and a few laps around the field, you were divided by positions. all fielders went to the field to practice and try assigned positions; first and second lineup players went to the pitching machines; the match of the season was already approaching, meaning that both lineups needed to be ready; and all the pitchers were gathered together with the second-year catchers in the bullpen. coach and his assistant were standing in the distance, planning on watching the new pitchers from afar. the main responsibility in spotting new talent among the newcomers laid on the team captain and current pitchers.

as you have already understood from the conversations, the team was short of pitchers right now. three other pitchers were third-years and will leave the team in half a year due to exams and graduation. of course, there was also kim seungmin who held the ace position, but no matter how talented he was, he physically could not pitch the entire match solo. the team needed a starting pitcher. the one who can open the match, confuse the batters with some unique pitching. this was your chance.

senpais looked scary. four pitchers, including kim seungmin, were giving everyone frightening glares, as if first-years were about to steal their spots right now. catchers on the other hand, did not care much about the upcoming rivalry. but they looked intimidating regardless, because of their layers of protection and masked helmets.

you uncontrollably shanked under the condemning gazes and you haven’t even shown anything yet. the atmosphere was tense and far from team spirit. the amount of rivalry within the team was shocking to you.

around three or four pitchers got assigned to each catcher. and god, you were sure that your catcher was the guy you saw next to that cocky kim. senpai kim.

the first-year pitches have begun. you watched everyone with interest, feeling like you were part of kim seungmin's gang.

first-years were really good. they had good ball control and different pitching types. you managed to notice a couple of cutters, of course a lot of fastballs, some were so fast that you only had time to flinch at the sound of gloves, sliders and even one changeup. and with such monsters you had to compete for the place on the team?

standing in line, you managed to get anxious and started overthinking. so when it was your turn, you could barely move your legs to get closer.

your fingers nervously clutched the ball in your hand. inhale and exhale.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed kim seungmin grinning, his arms crossed over his chest. his gaze was burning a hole in you.

you decided to start with regular fastball, so as not to screw up completely at the first pitch. the key was throw the ball with speed and accuracy. pretty simple, you have done it plenty of time before.

“throw when you're ready, but don't delay it, there's a whole queue behind you.” catcher said. how thoughtful and generous of him. you shot a wry smile.

to relieve the tension you tossed the ball in your hand a couple of times. the anxiety finally got replaced with excitement. time to play.

you sensed the familiar feeling of the ball rolling off the middle and index fingers, creating a backspin.

it went right into the catchers glove with a loud slap. perfect accuracy. feeling the confidence again, you relaxed a bit, shaking off tension in the muscles.

it sounded quiet, but you still heard the arrogant. "i told you she only throws fastballs."

it took all your force not to look at him. can this kim “i am the ace” seungmin shut the fuck up?

feeling the need to show off and shut him up with your perfect pitching, you decided to throw a slider. you placed your middle finger directly on a seam, while the index finger went on the leather. both fingers were important at release to impart the necessary spin that would lead to a slider’s desired movement.

it’s a quite difficult pitch to learn and you still weren’t confident in it. the problem was that it’s not as straightforward as the fastball, and takes a lot more patience and a good coach to learn it. you probably should have chosen to throw another fastball to show off your accuracy and speed, but the desire to shut kim seungmin up was stronger.

getting into the stance, you lifted your left knee in the air, transferring the weight from the back leg to the front leg, generating force and velocity in the throw. as soon as you felt the ball leaving your hand you felt like it’s gonna turn out bad. you heart sank.

slider should be thrown as hard as possible, because of the speed change in the end. depending on your success, the pitch should move towards cather’s glove and drop during the last few feet. but something went wrong. maybe you didn’t throw it with enough force, maybe you messed up with the grip or maybe you were just nervous? the ball just flew to the right, not even in the strike zone, falling awkwardly next to the catcher. silence.

and then there were few giggles behind you. you felt your ears turning red. how did you fuck this up so badly?

you really couldn’t focus on your pitching. the feeling of his eyes burning holes in you was so distracting. you were holding yourself from turning right at him and yelling what’s been on your mind since morning.

“i am waiting.” catchers voice brought you back to reality. he was still holding a glove open, waiting for the ball, eyes looking at you, scolding through the mask.

you took a deep breath again, trying to collect your thoughts. alright, it’s just a simple pitch. forget about others and focus on your goal. your journey has already started, stop slacking off.

deep breath and you’ve got into position again, bringing your hands together. then, a quick kick of the leg and the ball flew out of your hand.

STRIKE!

with a loud slap the ball finally landed right into the glove, cutting the air.

you were so stressed, you didn’t notice you held your breath this whole time.

it was perfect. the speed, the fall in the end, the accuracy. it was…

“next!” catcher interrupted your thoughts.

he didn’t even leave any comments on your pitching. of course, he was a second or third-year already. probably, he didn’t give two shits about a new girl.

the corner of your eye caught a sight of kim seungmin again. your eyes met. he was still looking at you, even though you had already stopped pitching. did you make him nervous with your secret weapon? well, kim “i am the ace” seungmin, get ready to fight for your place.

you gave him a wink, getting an eye roll in response. it made you laugh a little. the displeased look on his face was a balm to the soul.

the training was over. the coach and his assistant said that in the evening they will announce the first-years who will become a trainee for the first and second lineups. it was time for lunch, and then your first school day was about to properly begin.

the schedule was cruel indeed. trainings were assigned in the morning and evening in combination with regular classes at school. baseball players had a special schedule - you had to attend classes in the afternoon. but even with the special arrangement of classes, you had no idea how you’d be able to survive like that. no wonder every player on the team has been rude as hell so far if they have no time to relax. what sacrifices do people make to become a professional player. and the graduates of seido high school were guaranteed a future career.

the dorm had its own canteen, which the baseball team could use for free. after taking a shower, you headed straight there with your roommates.

“i saw your pitching, it was good.” rin patted you on the shoulder.

the three of you were sitting at a table in the corner of the room. it was actually even better that you sat aside, because there was such a ruckus in the canteen. the guys were discussing something at the top of their voices, not holding back in their expressions. many of them didn't even bother to take a shower before lunch. it made you wonder once again why you didn't choose some kind of girls-only school.

“thank you!” you smiled. “actually, i panicked a bit because of the taunts and messed up. i wonder if it will affect coach’s decision.”

“taunts?” aoi asked curiously. “who’s bothering you already?”

“kim seungmin.” you sighed.

aoi and rin couldn’t hold their laughs. “okay. you don’t need to explain any further.”

you smiled as well. “has he always been… like this?”

“hmm…” rin thought for a second. “i was a second-year when he joined. at first i thought he was a nice guy. in fact, he was very shy, and then something changed in his attitude. but he managed to improve his pitching in a short period of time, which, frankly, is impressive. and then he became an ace, which was not surprising, because none of the pitchers we had could beat him.”

a shy guy who turned into an asshole. what happened to you one year ago, kim seungmin?

lunch was over. you said goodbye to rin and aoi and went to classes. to be honest, you could not care less about paying attention, especially when the biggest announcement of your life was about to happen in a few hours. whole time during classes you spent thinking about it. was your pitching good enough to impress the coach? will he count your failed attempt? will kim seungmin somehow sabotage your candidacy? you were fidgeting in the chair like crazy.

it probably looked funny how quickly you stormed out of the classroom. five minutes before the start, you were already standing on the field dressed in a uniform again. you were exhausted, almost falling asleep, but excited to hear the announcement.

as soon as the whole team was gathered and the coach arrived with his assistant, the speech began.

“good evening, everyone. i hope you worked your hardest in classes today, because as i remind you, your academic performance will affect your ability to attend trainings. anyway, with the help of my assistant, our team captain and our pitchers, we have complied a list of five player who will be accepted as trainees in the first and second lineups.” the coach’s voice echoed loudly across the field. “so. the first player who showed themselves at today’s training was-“

your breath hitched. honestly, you’ve never stressed so much in one day. this school will be the death of you.

loud clapping brought you back to reality. you looked around, hoping that your name got called. but no. some random guy walked out of the crowd, bowed and stood next to the coach. of course. and your naive ass thought you had a chance, especially after that failed slider.

everything repeated until only one place was left vacant. you’ve lost all hope, because every player that got chosen made an impression even on you. and you rarely acknowledged other pitchers.

“and the last candidate,” coach frowned. “had a really controversial reputation after just one day. but after some passionate discussion with my colleagues,” coach gave someone the look in the crowd. “i decided to change my mind and gave this person a chance.”

your heart skipped a beat.

“please welcome our last trainee, who has shown great potential and a good slider-“

no way.

“l/n y/n!”

you eyes widened. despite the fact that you hoped to get accepted, you were still surprised to hear your name.

still feeling like you were in a dream, you walked out of the crowd and headed forward under dozens of stares from your teammates. you bet that kim seungmin was the first one to burn a hole in you.

the coach gave you a slight nod and gestured to get in line. you saw two warm smiles in the crowd. aoi and rin. for a second, you felt bad. they had both been on the team for so long, but the chances of them being on one of the lineups were so little. and you doubled their chances in one day.

the coach said a few more encouraging words and let his assistant to step in. batteries were about to be announced. each pitcher was going to be judged not only based on individual skills, but also on the ability to work in a battery.

and here you were - anxious again. you didn’t disagree with coach on this, but still. your chances of getting an actual spot depended on your catcher. what if he is an asshole? what if he-

“takigawa aki and l/n y/n!”

you looked around, searching for someone to approach you.

oh, hell no.

it could have been anyone. anyone on the team, there were plenty of good catchers. but no. it was him, the guy who catched your piches in the morning. the friend of “i am the ace”. without protection, he looked much thinner, but still tall and intimidating. you saw dark brown hair and glasses, that you hadn’t noticed before. to be honest, you recognized him by his scolding eyes. he would actually be quite cute if he wasn’t kim seungmin’s friend.

“just call me aki. i don’t wanna see your grimace every time you’ll address me as senpai.” was the first thing he said when he approached you.

you chuckled. aki was straightforward indeed.

it was honestly impressive how you managed to create such a reputation on the first day.

“i have a question.”

“what is it?”

“are you friends with kim senpai?” you highlighted the last word, making aki chuckle. “cause i think i saw you next to him in the morning.”

“yes, you are right.” he admitted. “he is a good friend of mine, but i don’t really agree with how he treated you on your first day. gladly, you managed to get a spot as a trainee.”

aki seemed to be better than you predicted. maybe you really should stop overthinking.

“listen…” he cleared his throat. “wanna go practice a bit after we’re done? i know it’s your first day, but it’s better to start soon, so you’ll have an advantage. your slider was good, i think you just need more practice and a good coaching.”

“you think so?” you repeated shockingly.

aki nodded. “you are being too harsh on yourself. you are just a first-year, you aren’t supposed to know every pitch and be good at it. so… are you down or no?”

“count me in.” you smiled.

evening training was light. the coach was not so harsh on you on the first day. instead of pitching, you worked on your batting. it was the first time you used a pitching machine and you were terrified the whole time.

after the end of the training session, you waited for aki, and the two of you headed to the gym inside, because it was already getting dark and cold. your muscles felt so stiff. why did you agree to this again?

aki turned out to be a great coach. he explained you the basic of pitching in a way you’ve never heard anyone explain before. then he pointed out the mistake you made in the morning and why your slider failed. it was exhausting to throw over a hundred more pitches, but aki said it was a good start for your stamina training. as a pitcher, you had to be ready to throw that ball at least a hundred times per match, while standing under the burning sun.

even if you were dying when you finished, you still felt motivated. after all, it was your first day and you’ve already made so much progress.

on dying legs you made it to your room. the clock showed 11 in the evening. only having enough energy to walk to your bed, you laid on it and immediately fell asleep without even changing your clothes.

you overslept. fuck. you overslept on your second day and the first day as a trainee. yesterday’s workout really took its toll on you. the evidence of this were your sore muscles. and you still had to take a shower… gosh! you were a mess.

that’s how you ended up hiding behind a wall, thinking about the ways out of this situation. the coach was giving an introduction speech to the trainees and checking on older players in his usual strict manner. you couldn’t just walk out in this atmosphere. what could you even do?

“shit! they’ve already started.” sudden voice came behind you, making you squeal.

you turned around and faced the man himself. kim “i am the ace” seungmin was standing face to face next to you, as frightened as you were. what a surprise. never though you’d see the golden boy like this.

his voice was low, face swollen and eyes half-sleepy. he was still yawning, as if he just rolled out of bed and came here first thing.

“what are you doing here?” you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t you the ace? the best on the team?”

“shut up.” he leaned against the wall, still hiding from the sight of others. “it’s none of your business. i just fell asleep really late.”

“ah, right.” you rolled your eyes.

so now you were stuck in this position with him out of all people. great.

“anyway, why are you here?”

“what do you mean why? i am a new trainee, weren’t you at the training yesterday?” you gave him an evil look. this guy.

“ah yes, i already forgot.” a cocky smile slowly morphed onto his features. “wow. so you are late on your first day as a trainee? you have a big attitude wherever you go, huh?”

“you fu-“

“shh!” he put his hand on your mouth to muffle your approaching yell. “be quiet! they will catch us!”

you slapped his hand, making him to take it away from your mouth.

“i don’t wanna hear your notations, especially, when you are in the same position as me right now.” you clicked your tongue, turning away from him.

“well, our head coach is extremely strict about being punctual, and you’ve just got selected as a trainee. i don’t think we are in the same position, darling. you’d better listen to the discussion of your candidacy that happened in the office yesterday. and now you are about to show up late. worst case scenario, he will find a replacement for you and forget your name forever.” kim seungmin gave you the cockiest smike.

that’s bad. very bad. the wave of anxiety hit you again.

“should i just go there and beg for forgiveness on my knees? i think he will understand.”

“no, just calm down. a tardy is a tardy, even if you apologize. it won’t make your sentence lighter.” he shook his head. “however… what if you sneak into the line without anyone noticing?”

you looked at him suspiciously. what is this guy on?

“look here.” he gestured you to sit down next to him and you both cautiously peeked out from behind the wall. “take a good look at how they’re lined up. coach is talking to every player directly from far end to the close end. once the first row is done, it goes back to the far end of the second row. while the farthest guy is answering coach’s questions, everyone will be looking at him.”

“i still can’t believe i’ll be able to sneak in like that.” you whispered.

“take that chance and run quickly. you’ve got it.” he assured, looking right at you.

“what about you though?”

“i will be right behind you.” he patted you on the shoulder.

“are you sure? wouldn’t we be in bigger trouble if we fail?” you still weren’t convinced enough by his plan.

“don’t worry.” he grinned. “i did the same last year.”

“you’ve done it before?!” you almost yelled in surprise, but quickly lowered your tone.

“just trust me.” he said.

with that he talked you into it. you scooted a bit to the left, getting ready to run as soon as the attention would be on the guy in the second row.

“watch closely. we have one chance.” the ace gave you a thumbs up.

“alright, next is…”

you saw the coach turn his head in the opposite direction.

“c’mon!” kim seungmin almost shouted, signalizing you to go.

holding your breath, you crouched down and started running. the plan was working perfectly, you thought. the coach did not even pay attention to what was happening behind his back. a few more steps and…

“AAAAA! she came late and is trying to sneak into the line!”

you froze in disbelief. kim fucking seungmin was screaming behind you like some kind of alarm system. everyone, including the coach, turned around and looked right at you.

if you don’t get kicked off the team right now, you definitely going to beat his ass.

a/n (2): i’d really really really appreciate your feedback! i want to know what you think about this chapter. and please reblog, because likes do nothing to promote the post!

i wanted to leave this chapter as an introduction to the school, side characters and “y/n”, because i don’t wanna leave that unexplained. i promise that next chapter will have more interactions with seungmin!!

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@miyukifest . For today's trope found family we have-

Miyuki with his classmates and teammates. His brothers - they have been through it all together and are a solid team

And his rival/friend. They both quietly acknowledge each other's prowess and mastery

His amazing and cool senpais who taught him so much and gave him a goal to look forward to

His juniors who revere him - whether they admit it or not.

and then, his favourite pitchers-

They both have repeatedly said that Miyuki was the reason they chose seidou and their batteries are a treat to watch!!

I wanted to add Rei Chan and Coach too but could not remember the episode numbers where they have scenes together and so we get just this much

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[kunikame]

like planets in orbit. - k. youichi

warnings : fem!reader, cussing, more astral references guys i cant stop., violence mention, lmk if i forgot anything, tooth rotting fluff, miyuki and ryou are presidents of kuramochi bully club (eijun is a honorary member), if the fandom is dead i will cry

w/c : 3.6k

kuramochi youichi has witnessed the ever changing inconsistencies life brings with it.

he's seen many people cry over jobs lost, family members gone, or friends who have left; he likes to think he's pretty observant and can tell when something is wrong with people, or get a clear read on their feelings before they know them themselves.

that skill, however, does not apply to himself. when it comes to his own emotions, he is, for lack of a better word, clueless. this, he comes to realize in his 2nd year of high school, after the devastating loss in the finals.

life brings with it many inconsistencies, junior high youichi notes.

most of the friends he had in his younger days he doesn't talk to anymore, some of his grades aren't as good as they used to be, and he himself has also changed over the years.

the one constant in his life– other than his family, however, were you (and his atrocious (your words, not his) yellow hair).

the young girl he met at the playground at the age of 4, when he accidentally ruined your sandcastle with a stray ball.

you didn't cry or scream, like any child would, instead you accepted his apology and got to work on rebuilding it all the while smiling softly. he couldn't deny he felt bad (it looked like it took a while to build, the castle was more of a palace with a town to accompany it), so he stuck around to help you instead.

that started the lifelong friendship between kuramochi youichi and [name].

you accompanied each other to 80% of the places you went, people started thinking of you as the "constantly bought in pair, do not separate" type of oddity around town. if youichi was in one place, there was a high possibility you were somewhere near, and likewise.

dating rumors started spreading at some point, but they were quickly shut down by both of you.

and yet.

when youichi started going around doing his 'punk stuff' and getting into fights, you were there to patch him up. who else would he go to? even though you tried stopping him, very nearly bashing his skull in with your words (stars forbid there be any weapons nearby lest you actually do it), he continued ignoring your efforts. if you were as worried as you said, you'd cry for him, wouldn't you? shed a tear or two? but you never did.

then he got scouted for seidou and you joined shortly after him, through the entrance exams. it's not that you were simply following him– seidou was actually one of your choices even before youichi got scouted, it was a lucky coincidence that you ended up together even in high school; but it was comforting knowing even in a different place with new faces and surroundings, there was still something that resembled home.

he joined the baseball team, and here, you admit, you followed after him– as a manager.

it wasn’t too hard to adjust to the managerial duties or the daily practice sessions, you’ve been helping youichi practice since the day you met him, and the way of the scorebooks was properly explained to you by your fellow managers– thank the universe for them, seriously. the only thing you were having slight trouble with was the fact youichi didn’t seem to be doing too well at the start. 

with what was left of his previously-bad-reputation in his system, you were afraid he would pick fights he couldn’t possibly win. all of the 2nd years are so tall and strong– with the exception of kominato– and youichi was.. well, for lack of a better word, a twig. yeah, he picked fights in junior high, and he actually won most of them, but junior high kids are still just that. these are middle schoolers who’ve been on an extremely strict baseball training regimen, which youichi has just started. with his aching muscles and exhaustion, he really would get his ass beat. 

so you continued watching over him, from the sidelines this time.

(and, yes, watching over him entailed taking care of him also. it was like second nature– to listen to him complain about minor setbacks, to study up on massage techniques so he can get some relief from his aching muscles because he's youichi and you’re you, to patch up his wounds. all of it was like second nature. you cared for him and in turn, he cared for you.)

wherever youichi went, so did you. wherever you went, so did youichi. 

those were facts– laws known by almost everyone the pair of you acquainted yourselves with, mostly the baseball club and your families, but those 2 are almost the same thing, if you were being honest.

the facts you were well aware were true continued to be proven time and time again, even more so when neither of you went to nationals.

which you think would be obvious with how you were the team's manager, so if the team didn’t go, neither did you– not as anyone important, anyway.

at the first lost chance, you didn’t cry. you didn’t just shrug and move on either, you simply took a deep breath and with the words, “maybe next year” you smiled at your seniors and friends and left the stands.

that night you headed out to the seidou baseball grounds alone.

in the lone serenity under the stars, you sat on the mound and cried.

not for the loss that could’ve been a win, not for losing the chance to go to nationals and experience the thrill, but for the 3rd years who lost their final chance.

but wherever you go, youichi goes– and on that cloudless night where he first saw you cry, he promised you he would take you to nationals.

you, in turn, promised to tell him a secret when he does.

he thinks if you smile at him like that again, he might just do anything you ever ask him to.

it is in his (and your) second year of high school when kuramochi youichi has a realization, one he can’t simply shrug off.

mundane things concerning you and him that used to be normal and done without a second thought now had his hands shaking ever so slightly, his heart rate spiking, and his cheeks feeling just a tad warmer.

which would all be okay and simply shrugged off, had it not been for sawamura and miyuki, the bastard duo (and ryousuke, purely because he enjoys bullying youchi).

“so, have you finally admitted your crush to yourself? or are you, perhaps, still in denial?”

for how much miyuki claims to hate having people in his business, he himself sure loves to poke into others. youichi feels his eye twitch.

“what–”

“what crush are you talking about, miyuki kazuya?!”

great. now the other one’s here too. and you seem to have noticed the commotion, since you’re turning his way (he wouldn’t have noticed, had he not been staring at you this entire time) with an eyebrow raised in question. youichi does an exaggerated eye roll while tilting his head towards both annoyances at his sides, and with a giggle you turn back to furuya.

“why, didn’t you know? our dear kuramochi has a–”

“aaand that’s where i’ll cut ya off,” youichi said, slapping his hand on the brunet's mouth, “i don’t have a crush on anyone.”

“but, kuramochi-senpai, you’ve been staring at [name]-senpai for the past 5 minutes. i’m pretty sure you didn’t even blink!”

now his other eye is twitching. he thinks he can actually feel the vein in his forehead bulging the more sawamoron continues speaking.

“i was not!”

“were too, we all saw,” his pink haired senior said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, his intentions written all over his face clear as day.

“i wa– okay, since you’re not gonna listen to me anyway, i’ll just prove there’s nothing between us. on either side. never was, never will be,” said youichi, getting up from his spot on the bench, which had sawamura falling over as he was leaning all his body weight on the green haired shortstop.

he makes his way over to you with an easy goal in mind: have a calm and collected conversation, without triggering his (seemingly) symptoms of illness so he doesn’t worry you, turn around and leave.

question is, what is he gonna talk to you about? conversations with you usually flow naturally, but for the first time ever, youichi finds himself nervous at the prospect of talking to you. his frustrated fast paced steps gradually slow down the closer he gets to you, contrary to his thoughts which are speeding up– he finds himself unable to keep up with his thought process for the first time ever in your presence. 

and he doesn’t know why. 

for the first time since he befriended you, he realizes the mere thought of you renders him unable to think properly.

sensing his presence you turn his way and his thoughts come to an abrupt stop. all he hears is white noise– like his brain got unplugged and it’s showing one of those black and white static screens��� until you utter his name.

“youichi! i was just about to go over there to check what the commotion was about. I’m pretty sure i heard eijun ask about a crush or something. does he like someone?”

why do you want to know whether the first year moron has a crush or not? “him? nah. i don’t think he has the brain capacity to pull someone,” he says offhandedly, a little late to realize you took a liking to his roommate.

“youichi!” you repeat, though angrier than when you greeted him, “don’t say that! he’s just a guy. i think he could be a good boyfriend to someone. he’s nice.”

he finds his frustration growing at that, and still, he doesn’t know why. then you seem to notice something behind him because suddenly you’re grinning and waving. when he turns his head he finds it’s the previously mentioned first year and tanuki bastard and his blood boils– he tries, really, he does, to not let his thoughts bleed through his expression, but with the way miyukis smirk widens a tad, he believes he might have fucked up.

“anyway, what did you need?”

“huh– oh, i was just wondering if you needed help with anything, since you were just standing around here,” he internally apologizes for lying through his teeth, but he can’t have you finding out the real reason.

“mm, not really. jun-san did most of the heavy lifting we needed done already, so unless you wanna stay late to help us collect the balls, nothing much.”

“ah, alright. i’ll stay to help, then. i’d hate it if our poor managers did all the hard work.”

“now you’re just making fun of me.”

“me? why, i would never, who do you take me for? miyuki?”

“you’re even worse than kazuya.”

this is okay, youichi thinks. this is how it’s been for the past 13 years, this is how it should be. friendly banter. you bully him, he bullies you, you take care of him, he takes care of you. that’s how it’s always been.

he chooses to ignore the slight shake in his hands and the sudden warmth on his cheeks.

the next day you’re not in class and his only conversation partner (read: professional bother) is miyuki kazuya. which isn’t necessarily unusual, but usually it’d be the three of you engaged in conversations initiated by you, and now that he’s alone youichi misses you more than ever before.

“are you gonna answer my question or not? are you, perhaps, too shy~”

“if you don’t shut your damn mouth soon i will literally take this pen and stab you with it.”

“how scary~” the tanuki bastard let out his very tanuki like giggle and youichi nearly snapped his pen in half, “come on, you can tell me! i’m your best friend after all!”

“the absolute audacity you have to call yourself that. you know very well my best friends are ryou-san and [name],” though, he can’t particularly deny he has began considering miyuki a close friend as well.

“i believe i’m still a better person to talk about this than either of them. unless you’d prefer to discuss it with sawamura?”

the shortstop lets out a deep, heartfelt sigh of pure annoyance, and miyuki celebrates his victory. only in the depths of his twisted little soul, of course, but celebrates nonetheless.

kuramochi turns in his chair to stare at his friends desk, and with a frown so deep it genuinely concerns miyuki, finally speaks what’s on his heart, “.. i’ve been wondering about this for a while, but what makes you guys think i like [name]? i personally don’t think we’ve done anything to make it seem that way, we’ve always been like this, so–”

“you haven’t,” kuramochi looks up then, only to see the brunet more serious than he’s ever seen him be outside of baseball, “you haven’t always been like that, don’t lie to yourself. had you said that to me last year i wouldn’t have questioned you– granted, i hadn’t known either of you for long back then, but this year you both started acting differently towards each other. it’s not much noticeable to people who don’t know you, but since i spend nearly every waking moment around you guys, it’s about as clear as sawamura wanting the ace number.”

“different?”

“you.. really haven’t noticed? kuramochi, you can’t be serious.”

he slowly shakes his head in denial, thoroughly confused on not knowing what it is he should have noticed. he thought he was supposed to be observant, what happened to that?

miyuki, with his mouth hanging open in disbelief for mere seconds, decided he was nice enough to lead his one (and only) friend in the right direction, at least. if even that fails he might just have to straight up out kuramochi to kuramochi himself.

“you became more.. nervous? flustered, should i say? around her this year. you get fidgety and your hands shake after physical contact sometimes– yes, i noticed, stop staring at me like that. sometimes– actually, pretty often you just stare at her with hearts in your eyes.”

“i do not–”

“oh you do. you stare at her like she hung the stars in the night sky, like she’s what makes the sun shine. you look at her like a man in love would.”

that was kuramochi youichis final straw, he thinks.

a week after kuramochis one-on-one eye-opening talk with his friend, he starts to notice that maybe, perhaps, theoretically, the tanuki bastard might have been right.

the keywords being the verbs expressing his uncertainty.

each passing minute he spends with you, however, he finds himself running out of verbs.

he’s caught himself staring at you very often these past few days. which would be good and all, were you not quite literally staring at him also.

these new occurrences end with both of you looking away with cheeks that are just slightly more tinted than they are naturally, and (usually) miyuki rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

if his newfound realization gets in the way of his practice, coach kataoka will have him sit out the fall tournament for sure. he can’t have that happening, so he shrugs off whatever awkwardness this caused between you to focus on getting to nationals.

he did promise you he would take you there, after all.

with that thought in his mind, he feels his lips curl into a smile, and his fielding starts to look less half-assed than before.

okay, so maybe the tanuki bastard was right, youichi thinks, so what.

it’s normal to have an eeny weeny crush on someone you know better than you know yourself at some point in your life, is it not? 

which would be all shits and giggles, were it an ‘eeny weeny’ crush, rather than a ‘oh my god she’s in the same room with me how do i breathe why is she so beautiful oh my god call an ambulance oh my god?’ crush.

he slams his head against his desk, lamenting whatever it is he’s done that got him here. why can’t he just see you the way he’s seen you before?

wait. how exactly did he see you before?

sure, you were always beautiful and nice, helpful to a fault, generous and extremely smart, but have you always sparkled like you do now?

yes. yes you have.

to kuramochi youichi you’ve always sparkled and shone brighter than the lights in rooms you occupied, brighter than the full moon in the night skies and the sun during daytime.

you entered the classroom and upon hearing you greet him his head snaps up and– is that a fucking halo?! (it is a figment of his imagination fueled by the many shojo mangas jun made him read) why are you glowing?

miyuki can only sit back and observe from his seat behind kuramochi as the shortstop looks at his life-long friend as if she herself hung the stars, brightened the days and nights– as if she put the planets in orbit. 

and if the planets in the question were kuramochi youichi and [name] was the sun, then perhaps you have. youichi somehow finds himself sucked into your atmosphere, somehow always orbiting you, always in your presence or not far from it. you are always in his thoughts and in his heart, a part of you is always in his conscience and he can do nothing but accept it, embrace it. he is kuramochi, but he is not youichi without you. similarly you are [l/name], but never [f/name] without him. if only he would’ve known sooner that neptune’s slow departure from the solar system symbolized his common sense leaving when he’s around you.

in your second year of high school, with a lot of hard work, you make it to nationals.

during the victory announcement, youichi could’ve sworn he saw a tear stream down your cheek, but it could have just been a trick of the light.

that night you once again meet under the tranquility of the stars on the diamond, but this time, it’s on a more positive note than last year.

“so, what’s the secret i was promised?”

you freeze for a mere moment, as if you yourself have forgotten you ever made him such a promise, then the shock clears out of your eyes and you turn to look at him.

“can’t we push the due date a bit?”

“wha– no! what was it all for?!” he’s waving his arms around to exaggerate his point, “i’ve waited a year for this, wondering each day what could possibly be so special, and now you tell me to wait more?! man..”

you watch his lips curl into a pout and his brows furrow and you know.

“.. not that i wouldn’t, i’d wait however long it takes, if it’s you..” you know.

you feel your face heat up slightly, even though it’s exactly what you predicted he would say. you reach out and your fingers tap against his cheek first, then you place your palm against the warm skin (it continues to grow warmer under your touch, you note).

“thank you for fulfilling your promise, youichi. i love you.”

he can physically feel his heart skip a beat and his neck very nearly break with the abnormal speed he turns his head at. blood is rushing to his head and all he hears is white noise (or perhaps that’s just the cicadas) and your words on a loop in his already you-filled brain. stars, what have you done to him? he thinks he might short-circuit.

but, then again, this could just be a normal, friendly ‘i love you’, as you usually say. he shouldn’t get his hopes up, nor be weird about it, lest you catch on and start distancing yourself from him (not that you would do that, since you didn’t after he threw lizards at you when you were 7).

“you’re welcome,” he smiles, “love ya too, stupid.”

you shake your head and he pauses, “no, youichi. i love you. always have. that’s the secret.”

“.. i’ve always loved you, too..? what do you mean,” he shakes his head to mimic you, then raises an eyebrow in question, as if not agreeing he loves you was a crime (at this point, it might even be).

“i’m in love with you, idiot,” you resist the urge to just smack him at this point, “have been for the past 10 years.”

he’s struck by lightning. hit by a truck. squashed by a rock, even. he can’t even properly describe the bolt he feels striking him upon realizing he is, in fact, an idiot. and so are you, apparently.

idiots in love, as ryousuke once said. now he knows why.

the shortstop grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you back and forth with an almost crazed look in his eyes, “oh my god. i’m in love with you, too! oh my god!”

there’s a sudden sparkle in your eyes and you grab onto his arms, “oh my god! i thought i was going insane whenever i saw you acting like a schoolgirl with a crush!”

he momentarily wonders how much money miyuki will rack up for the bets placed on who will confess first, but that’s an issue for tomorrow.

for now, youichi thinks, the only issue is finding out if your lips are as soft as they look.

(they are.)

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Jealousy pt.1- Miyuki x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: February 14th, 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 second entry is available here.

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Seidou was a little far from home for Miyuki, but distance meant nothing to him if it meant he could play baseball. Besides, it wasn’t like there was any reason for him to stay nearby. He didn’t have friends. That was what he’d told himself when Rei approached him while she was scouting Chris.

They had a strong reputation and it was a chance to play on the same team as Chris, to go head to head for the catcher position, it sounded perfect. It was an all around challenge against people who loved the sport just as much as him.

“You're late,” Y/N huffed, swinging their legs from the porch of Miyuki’s house.

Miyuki had one friend, he realized as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, and he was going to leave them.

“Sorry, I was busy being scouted by Seidou,” he smirked.

“Seidou? The school in Kokubunji?”

Miyuki opened the door and let the two of them in.

“Yup.”

“Maaaan,” Y/N whined, “that’s so far!”

“It really isn’t, you’re just a baby,” he shrugged, pulling things out to make dinner. “What does it matter how far it is anyways?”

“It means I can’t see you all the time! Who’s gonna stop you from getting into a fight? Or apologize when you talk back to upperclassmen? If you go to Seidou you have to promise you won’t keep getting into fights!” They scowled, leaning over the counter.

“Hey! I don’t always get into fights… And who said I was going to Seidou anyways?”

It was a rhetorical question, they both knew he was going.

“I mean if you don’t take the offer I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Aww, you really care about me don’t you?”

“Shut up,” they sighed.

---

“It’s cold, hmph,” Y/N ducked their head further into their scarf. “Why couldn’t he pick a warmer day to come back.”

“Because he’s insufferable and any other day would be too nice,” Mei shrugged, handing them a warm drink.

“Thanks, and it’s not nice to call people insufferable.”

“Wa?! But you call me insufferable all the time!”

“No, I say you’re being insufferable, there’s a difference.”

“Y/N how could you?” Came an over dramatic gasp from the other side of the platform.

The two looked up to find Miyuki posing in mock offense as he watched Mei and Y/N bicker.

Y/N giggled, waving at him, and yelled, “Welcome back Kazu-chan!”

“You’ve replaced me?” He called as he approached them, “And with Mei no less.”

“Ha, you should have joined us at Inashiro. See what you’re missing,” Mei slung his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, “your two favorite people.”

“Mh, calling you one of my favorite people is like saying Sawamura’s not an idiot.”

“Wa-hey! Y/N-chan telling him to stop bullying me!”

“Sawamura… Sawamura… Ah! Seidou’s southpaw!”

The three began to leave the station, heading towards a small restaurant for lunch.

“Aw, you’ve been watching my games,” Miyuki cooed, knocking into Y/N.

“No, not really.” They shrugged. “I just heard about him from the team, apparently he nearly spilled all your secrets to Mei."

Miyuki's smirk dropped slightly, "You haven't been watching my games? But you've never missed one of my games!" He whined.

"They've been watching my games because I'm their favorite!" Mei cheered, pulling them closer and leaning his head on there's.

As they approached the restaurant and Y/N filled him in on their academic news, Miyuki found himself growing increasingly annoyed as Mei filled in the blanks to stories he'd yet to hear.

“Kazuya?” Y/N called, waving their hand in front of his face once they sat down. “Kazuya are you alright?”

“Mh? Oh, ya… I was just thinking about how busy you sound, makes sense why you haven’t come to visit me.”

Y/N frowned.

Miyuki looked to the empty space beside them so he didn’t have to see, and noticed Mei was gone.

“Where’d Mei go?”

“The bathroom, but don’t change the subject. Is something wrong? It’s not like I’ve been avoiding you or anything, you just don’t get out of practice until late. Nothings stopping you from calling me.”

They watched him intently as he continued to avoid eye contact.

“It’s nothing, you're right…”

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“Your girlfriend break up with you or something?” Kuramochi asked, leaning against the wall next to Miyuki. Miyuki shot him a quick glare and swung his bat a little harder than necessary. “Boyfriend? Partner? Significant other whose contact you make googly eyes at- ya, I see that. We all see that,” Kuramochi said, not moving even when Miyuki leveled him with a glare and dropped his bat.

“What makes you think something bad happened?” Miyuki scowled, ignoring the last half of Kuramochi’s comment.

“Because when you came back from last winter break you were scarily happy and… nice,” Kuramochi shuddered. “And now you’re all sulky and it’s in the team's best interest that you get out of this as soon as possible. We don’t want a repeat of the fall.”

Kuramochi pushed off the wall and turned to leave when Miyuki called out to him.

“Hypothetically-”

“If you want my help cut the crap you damn four eyes.”

“Fine,” Miyuki slumped against the wall and Kuramochi joined him. “I have this… friend, they go to Inashiro and I haven’t been able to keep in touch with them because I’ve been busy with practice and school.”

“So you’re being a shitty friend and you're sulking because they aren’t putting up with it?”

“I’m not being a shitty friend! Would you let me finish?”

“Alright, alright.”

“Anyways, they were telling me about what they’ve been doing and- for our whole lives I’ve always known everything that happened to them- and for the first time Mei, Narumiya Mei, was filling in bits and pieces for them.”

“So you’ve been a shitty friend, your friend went and made a new friend in the guy you hate most, and now you're jealous.”

“...”

“I don’t know what you want me to say man, send them an email? Become pen pals? Kill Mei so they don’t have any more friends?”

“Well,” Miyuki looked considerate of the last point.

“No. Look, I know I give you a lot of shit… but if your friend’s been trying to stay in touch and you haven’t, you’re the only one at fault here.” Kuramochi sighed as he stood back up. “Well, that’s all I got. But hey, if things don’t work out between you two would you give me their number?” He snickered.

“Kuramochi i swear to god-”

“Goodnight Miyuki!”

With a deep sigh, Miyuki dropped his head into his arms.

Kuramochi had a point. The only person to blame for how out of touch they were was him.

Taking a deep breath, he froze as his phone began to buzz. Y/N’s contact popping up on the screen.

Not the person he wanted to talk to right now.

“Maybe later,” he sighed, letting out the breath he was holding and declining the call.

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[celandinee]

.. .Bucket of Bricks

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the idea of dropping a bucket of baseballs on your feet doesn’t sound too enjoyable, until Yakushi’s ace helps you out.

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word count - 1.0k

warnings - swearing

note - sanada needs some more love🙌

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It was very hot today.

Today was one of the hottest days of the year so of course, there was game. Of all teams Seidou High could’ve played, of course, it was Yakushi High. To say you were miserable was an understatement. Even as you found shelter in the dugout, the summer heat seeped in and settled. Heat waves danced across the field of Seidou’s main baseball ground, blurring your vision as you came out of your daze and reminding you of what was going on.

It was bottom of the 8th and tensions were running high between both teams as the score remained the same, 5-3 with Yakushi in the lead. This was just a scrimmage game, but an important game nonetheless. Testing out each teams’ strengths and weaknesses was a vital part of assessing who would carry the team to nationals, and who would be left behind.

Leaning over the dugout’s railing, the sun caught on your face and caused you to squint against the light. You focused back on the game in front of you as Yakushi’s ace set up to pitch, his expression rigid and brows furrowed.

Sanada Shunpei was a dangerous pitcher, with both his pitching form and the way he alone could raise the team’s morale. He could rally his teammates together with a simple throw. That was something you could respect him for, and something that Miyuki grumbled about whenever the topic of Yakushi was brought up.

Sanada raised his glove and chin, lips parting to let out a breath as he scuffed at the mound with his cleat. You watched his routine, laser focused on his fiddling and quirks. As he kicked at the dirt, his dark gaze lifted and locked with your own, a chill running down your spine despite the boiling temperature. Sanada’s glove dropped to reveal a shit-eating smirk on his lips after catching your stare.

‘Oh god, this is so embarrassing…’

Maybe it was the heat waves affecting you, but your face felt like it was on fire while you suddenly found your shoes very interesting.

The pitcher wound his arm back and released the ball, throwing it right into his catcher’s mitt, the sound of the ball making contact ringing throughout the field. Kuramochi, who had been up at bat, grumbled after swinging at the ball. He sulked back to the dugout, glancing over at you with a frown etched on his face, “Why do you look like that?” Kuramochi asked curtly.

“Excuse me?” you jumped to your feet and spat at him.

Before he could answer you, the team was already in the middle of switching to get out on the field. Kuramochi scurried off, tossing his batting gloves and helmet, and in turn swiping his cap and regular glove.

“Asshole,” you mumbled under your breath.

The game came to a close, a final score of 6-3 with Yakushi High holding off the batters from scoring anymore runs. Bat after bat and pitch after pitch, Seidou had barely held onto the game and Yakushi’s aggressive plays.

To say the boys were pissed was an understatement. Jun appeared to be fuming, smoke bursting from his ears, while Ryosuke gripped at his bat, the whites of his knuckles in stark contrast to the wood.

After cleaning up the grounds and both dugouts with the other managers, you hauled a bucket of baseballs to the storage building. The weight felt like you were carrying bricks in your trembling arms, making you lose balance with every step you took. You tipping over and spilling the balls was the most probable outcome in this moment.

“Manager!”

A deep voice boomed across the pathway and caught the attention of anyone in the radius. You turned your head around to pinpoint the owner of the yelling, and found that Sanada Shunpei was currently staring you down. He appeared to be waving you over.

Yakushi’s team was huddled on the sidewalk, waiting for their bus to arrive and take them back to their own school. For some apparent reason, the ace had broken away from a conversation with his coach and tried to get your attention. Quite literally, your hands were full. If any of your upperclassmen caught you slacking from your duties to chat with a player from Yakushi, the scoldings would be never ending.

With that in mind, you casually ignored the calling and turned around, continuing the struggle to the storage building. Your grip on the bottom of the bucket felt as if it was slipping, and it didn’t help that the blistering heat made your hands sweaty. Panic spread and your heart immediately began to race, all of the bad outcomes coming to mind. Both of your feet broken, lots of pain, but worst of all— all of the balls that you collected in this unbearable heat spilling everywhere.

As you began to accept the fate of having a cast on both of your feet, two hands came into view and grabbed the bucket from your grip with ease. Too much ease. You looked towards your savior, a thank you hanging on the tip of your tongue until you saw who it was.

Sanada Shunpei.

The bucket was held in only one of his hands by the thin handle. He made it look like it weighed nothing as he held it by his side. “Saved ya,” the boy grinned.

It became painfully apparent to you that with each interaction you had with this guy, he would become more and more of a pain in your ass than before. It also become apparent that he had only two expressions; a total pissed off scowl and a cocky smirk from ear to ear.

“My hero,” you grumbled sarcastically, the heatwaves making you more irritable than usual. In retrospect, he really did just save you from a whole lot of trouble, but you weren’t going to admit that.

Letting out a harsh breath, you stared up at him through your lashes, brows creased ever so slightly. “If you want to keep being helpful, carry it over to the storage,” you paused before adding, “…please.”

The heat must’ve bothered Sanada a lot as well since his cheeks were rosy with a blush, his flashy grin morphing into a cute smile that reached his eyes.

“With pleasure.”

#daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace scenario #diamond no ace x reader #ace of diamond #ace of diamond x reader #daiya no ace #diamond no ace #ace of diamond x you #daiya no ace imagines #daiya no ace x you #diamond no ace x you #daiya x reader #daiya no ace scenarios #dna #dna x reader #dna x you #sanada shunpei #sanada shunpei x reader #sanada shunpei x you #celandinee

[mochisdoll]

hello!!! can i request manager!reader being childhood bffs with miyuki? MUTUAL PINING!!! :D the game between seido and inashiro is still on going in the manga now BUTTT say seido wins against them. and miyuki rushes to the dugout and lifts reader and gives her a kiss on the cheek (or lips whatever u like hehe.) miyuki saying something he'll bring the reader to summer koshien because that's what he promised her after choosing to go to seido instead of inashiro with mei. THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!!

Just Like I Promised

so, I'm very vague about everything regarding the game, just to avoid spoiling anything for anime onlies. thank you so much for the request! i always enjoy them, hope you’re dreams are fulfilled <3

feat. Miyuki x Manager!reader

The relief washed over Miyuki all at once. It felt like someone had wound him up completely but finally let go. His teammates were surrounding him and screaming him. Kuramochi and Zono were practically on top of him, jerking him around like a ragdoll as they cheered, and he let them. Relishing in the moment, in the heat of the win.

But then he turns to you who remained in the dugout. You were there, beaming with pride, a closed lipped grin completely splitting your face, eyes a little watery, and you were staring directly at him. Your stare rested singularly on him. When your eyes met his your lips parted and your grin only became bigger.

He instinctively began to walk off the field, towards you. He had done it, fulfilled the promise he made to you, and to himself.

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"So, you really turned down Narumiya?" You asked as Miyuki joined your side on a bench that you had slumped into as you waited for his meeting with Narumiya to end.

"I already planned to go to Seidou." He replied nonchalantly.

"Yeah but, you want to go to Koshien, that team will most definitely go to Koshien." You told him. It's not that you thought it was a bad thing to turn down Narumiya, you just wanted to make sure he'd thought it through.

"I'll still be going to Koshien, without the help of any of them. Seidou is where I'm going."

You nodded. "Guess I'm going to Seidou too."

Miyuki's headed whipped around to look at you. "What?"

"What?" You turned your head to the side to avoid his gaze, face becoming hot.

"You know you'd have to live in the dorms."

"So what..." You tried hard to keep your composure. It honestly felt like you were confessing. "It just wouldn't feel right to go where you aren't."

Miyuki did his best to mask his elation at your words. "So I guess that means you'll be my manager again?"

You had to stop yourself from saying some noncommittal response. There was no point, he was your lifelong best friend, you had no reason to act as if you didn't care. "Yeah, of course."

Miyuki smile slightly and looked away. "Well, then. I promise, I'll be taking you to Koshien with me. Summer Koshien, specifically."

He looked back at you, to see you staring at him with a warm gaze and red cheeks. "I'll look forward to it."

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Miyuki moved past all the rest of his team as they came out of the dugout to join the players on the field, he had one goal in mind, and that was getting to you.

As he stepped down into the dugout you began to speak. "Kazuya, you-"

Miyuki doesn't wait to hear you out, instead scooping you up in his arms. You squeak as he squeezes you tightly. Having you by his side for his win only made it all the more sweeter. "You did it, Kazuya!"

"Just like you promised me." You added as he set you down.

His heart swelled over the fact that you remembered what he told you years ago, a memory that he held onto, one that motivated him.

Overcome with euphoria, he swept you to the side, blocking you from the view of the team who were still celebrating on the field. You weren't given time to think anything of it before Miyuki was kissing you.

When he pulled away, the weight of his own actions seemed to dawn on him as his expression went blank, but you didn't leave him much time for contemplation since you kissed him again a second later. Pulling him in by the front of his jersey and pressing your lips firmly to his.

Miyuki heard a wolf whistle which he would bet all of his money on was Kuramochi. He barely spared his team a quick flip of the bird as he grinned down at you.

"Just like I promised."

#miyuki kazuya #daiya no ace #ace of diamond #diamond no ace #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader

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So I was reading the second to the last chapter of Daiya no Ace Act II. Every pages are so precious. TJ managed to emphasize that Seidou won against Inajutsu as a team. There are too many precious moments that I don't think I'd get tired even if I read it a thousand times. The alumni being there, witnessing their kouhais taste victory is just so precious.

And there's the fact that Sawamura himself admitted that he couldn't defeat Narumiya. Of course, that's an obvious fact. Narumiya Mei is a class of his own, the best pitcher in his generation. He was the ace pitcher of a strong team since he was first year and he managed to overcome all the pressure as the team's ace. But that only proves that Sawamura has still a lot of room to grow, as Miyuki and Chris mentioned.

The conversation between Sawamura, Miyuki and Chris is so good. It really feels nostalgic. There's the element of comedy too so I couldn't help but laugh. Furuya's interaction with Nori and Ono is also great. Furuya clearly expressing himself and his senpais being touched by his very rare words. Argh!! I really love this team.

TJ also didn't forget about Isashiki. At least, we're able to see all the alumni supporting and congratulating the current team for their victory. The last part was full of suspense though. Like what the hell was that??? Are you saying that after all the games they played, Sawamura will also get injured??

Although, on the brighter side, this kind of development opens the possibility of Act III. I mean, come on! Why would you emphasize a possibility of injury if you're already planning to end the story for real? Wouldn't it be better to make a nice wrap up of the story if it's really ending for good? Ugh. Anyways, I'm still hoping for Act III. And I can't wait to see the last chapter. (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

#daiya no ace #dna #dna spoilers #daiya no ace spoilers #daiya no ace act ii #sawamura eijun #miyuki kazuya #takigawa chris yuu #artless #manga #manga spoilers #daiya no ace act ii spoilers #okumura koushuu

[tracingdreams]

完・Never has a kanji felt so final

I really feel like Daiya has ended, now. Now I have the volume here in my hands, that single black character feels like a closing gate on the lives of our baseball guys. 

I didn’t expect to be writing a post about the content of vol 34, and because I’m so late to get my hands on it, I’m sure it’s already been discussed to death. But I’m going to talk about it anyway, because I don’t really want to see this as ‘the end’. I feel like the epilogue is actually a beginning. What kind of beginning? I guess we’ll see...

The epilogue in vol 34 came as a surprise to me.

 I think we can assume Seidou did well at Koushien, given Miyuki’s call up to the under 18s Japanese team. 

Furuya and Eijun were both called up as Tokyo representatives as well.

The biggest surprise to me was Kanemaru as the new captain, although it shouldn’t be a surprise, not really. 

That aside, though, what I like about this little epilogue is that sense of continuity and connection. Koushien is over, but Miyuki is still out there with Furuya and Eijun. The bond isn’t broken, because even though they’re now playing in the autumn tournament with a new team, they still want to challenge Miyuki at full strength.

Eijun’s ending words - this pitching is my parting gift, is also reciprocated by Miyuki’s response - I’ll be waiting for you (in the pro circuit).

So is this really the end? Or is it a beginning? I don’t expect Terajima to write anything about them in the pro leagues, of course, but there is a sense that all of Daiya has in a way been a prequel of their lives as pro baseball players. Eijun introducing it in the way he did - mentioning how meeting Miyuki changed his life - also suggests that. 

Whether they are rivals or teammates in the future, it just feels right that the manga ends with the bond that began it. And I guess if that really is it for Daiya - then it’s probably the right ending.

#Daiya no Ace #Act II #Vol 34 #Epilogue #Miyuki #Eijun #Furuya #Babble #Opinion

[eltheabberation]

Thoughts on Akira saying she lays awake at night thinking about if only she had stopped Takizawa at the Anteiku raid? Do you think that means she feels guilty for how he turned out? If she did stop him and he stayed with the CCG, how different would the story be?

I think about that scene way too often

oh boy…

Yeah she probably feels some kind of guilt over it. Like logically she probably knows it’s not her fault but after losing so many people and then believing that if she’d done ONE thing differently at least one of them might have survived (well he did but you get the idea), well it would be hard not to feel guilty. And also I feel like Takizawa was pretty important to her, I mean she said she loved him after all, but also she kinda stuck around in a weird way. Like she said she found his attempts at being her rival annoying, but she never really did anything to deter them, even retorting back sometimes. Idk that combined with the “I loved him” comment makes me think that she really just enjoyed his company, even if said company was Seidou’s pathetic attempts at being a dick.

I feel like if she did stop him they’d probably get a bit closer after Amon’s “death” since he was important to both of them. Maybe becoming less pseudo-rivals and more friends who bicker a lot. On a more lighthearted note, I could see Takizawa taking one look at the early-:re Qs and going “akira please your team needs to get their shit together.” I’d like to see him and Urie interact, idk I think it’d be interesting considering both how similar and how different their characters are. Also, with Takizawa not being there Aogiri would probably either use Amon (since he was most likely the only other one that survived even if he was defective) or just not use anybody and either scrap the project or try to find more test subjects. Which well the first option here certainly provides a LOT of angst but I could see it going either way.

Tysm for the ask!! This was basically just a word salad but it was fun. :D

#ask

[imgabysama]

imagine akiramon workplace drama like the office or something

Aaaaa I want to explore that alternate line in Akiramon Week so I have a few hcs of what it could be like if they got into a relationship while still working in the CCG

Please keep in mind this is my first request and I suck at it

-Upon returning alive and healthy from the suicide mission in the 20th district, everyone gains promotions, Amon becomes special investigator, and Akira, Seidou and Juuzou become first class

-The work becomes more boring, Amon is no longer Akira's supervisor, she is more focused on quinque research, but eventually the team is put together for a task force, maybe about torso or nutcracker

-Amon uses the chance to get closer to Akira, feelings for her have grown more intense, but she has kept herself busy these past few months. He is also intimidated by the fact that the rivalry with Takizawa has turned into a friendship, and the fact that Akira seems to have many suitors in the research department

- Still, Houji sets them up to go out together, just the two of them, the tables are turned and Amon gets drunk, he declares his love for Akira

-She's a little skeptical at first, Amon has an internal crisis remembering the other day, he doesn't remember Akira's reaction, and she treats him normally at work, which is torturous

-At the end of the day, he confronts her, declaring himself sober this time and Akira is amused, but she doesn't show it by being serious.When Amon glares at her with an expectant outburst, Akira approaches, slowly, step by step, and glares at him. Amon realizes that she isn't getting any closer than that, and kisses her

-Akira is happy with the kiss, but she is still cruel to Amon, she makes him take her on dates and be nice to her, until she decides to accept the dating proposal before Amon has a meltdown

-Then, the secret relationship begins, Akira doesn't want to be the target of gossip, her family is always a target, Amon doesn't like the idea either

-but they eventually leave clues, a quick, strong, unobtrusive grip on hands as they pass each other, a lingering look, Amon doesn't smile easily despite being a gentle soul, but his mood is so mellow lately

- Hey, we know Amon's eyesight is bad, but does he really have to lean over her far to read a detail of the report?

-Akira looks different too, Takizawa notices first, she eats after nine, then starts looking at her phone more often, she even got giggly one day! However, Takizawa is the only witness and no one believes him

-And seriously, how many times can a quinque break? Amon attends Akira's lab more often than he attends committee meetings

-One night, he is focused on finding out who the torso is, Akira has a scar on her leg and it worries him constantly Amon is almost asleep in the office, when only he and Akira are there, when he feels her arms wrapped around his neck

-He was very stiff at first when doing something in the office, but he just relaxes, leaning back and kissing her softly

-However, the peaceful moment is interrupted by none other than Juuzou, returning to fetch sweets from his hideout. He doesn't intend to care so much until he sees Amon's pale face, Juuzou laughs evilly

- Everyone gets weird when Amon starts being nice to Juuzou (like, extremely nice), he helps him with his reports, shares sweets with him and even lets him handle Doujima

- Houji notices everything, he is doing a parallel investigation, writing down all the complaints Seidou and Juuzou make about Akira and Amon

-Amon has to be nice to Seidou too, it ends up being very tiring, but Akira always gets rid of all the tiredness

-When the bomb goes off, Akira ends up suffering more from the gossip, but she can defend herself well with smart words and comments, however most female employees are wanting her head on a silver platter

-Amon also listens to criticism, but most of the comments are made behind his back, to avoid further gossip they try to act separately, Akira makes a team with Seidou, who managed to get promoted to senior investigator with her, they parallel investigate the nutcracker

-But the worst (for Amon) is yet to come, when he walks into his own office at the end of a day and is greeted by Marude Itsuki.

-The man makes him sit down before he can ask why, it doesn't matter if Amon can punch Marude, the man is still his boss and worse, he is also threatening, especially when he displays a pistol and loads it with bullets in front of Amon

-They have a serious conversation about intentions and good manners with women

-Marude goes out with Houji to drink, Amon is on his blacklist, he even cries when he realizes that his friend's daughter has grown up

-In the end, realizing that he can't spend as much time with Akira at the CCG, Amon proposes that they live together, It's daring and he fears he'll actually end up getting shot by Marude, but to his happiness, Akira finds the way out extremely logical and perfect.

#tokyo ghoul #akira mado #mado akira #tokyo ghoul akira #tokyo ghoul headcanon #akiramon #amon koutarou #koutarou amon #akira x amon #takizawa seidou #seidou takizawa #suzuya juuzou #juuzou suzuya #kousuke houji #houji kousuke #marude itsuki #itsuki marude