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“Hey, Sawamura!” a gruff voice shouted, pulling Eijun’s attention away from his teammate at bat. He saw his captain, Masu Shinichirou, striding toward him looking both peeved and fondly exasperated.
“Yes, Captain!” Eijun said, ready to heed his orders immediately.
“Your boyfriends are making a ruckus in the stands.”
“My...what?” Eijun stumbled for a second, sure that he must have misheard the other man. Masu raised his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Don’t tell me it’s been so long since you’ve seen them that you forgot who you’re dating.”
“I-I didn’t forget!” Eijun shouted, face heating up as he puffed his cheeks and shot a withering glare in Masu’s direction. It didn’t seem to have any effect. “I just don’t understand what you mean. In...the stands?”
“People are making a commotion about two pros being in crowd.”
“Miyuki Kazuya,” Eijun grumbled as it all became clear, running his hands down his face and sighing. “I”m sorry Masu-san, I told them—”
“Just get them to be more discreet next time. And see if they’ll at least put some hats on or something.”
“Y-yes sir!” Eijun shouted again, saluting and making Masu chuckle.
“Now get in the bullpen and warm up, you’ll be pitching at the top of the next inning.”
“But what about Youichi and—” Masu turned away before he could finish, getting his helmet and bat before stepping into the on-deck circle. Eijun frowned before grabbing his glove and asking one of the catchers to help him warm up.
As he got closer to the bullpen, he realized why it wouldn’t be an issue to warm up and talk to them at the same time.
Kazuya and Youichi were sitting beside each other, grinning widely, right above the bullpen. They hadn’t even made an attempt to hide their identities.
“Oi, you damn pretty-boy!” Eijun shouted, looking up into the stands where people were avidly whispering and looking at the two pros intently. Kazuya grinned.
“Eijun, there you are! I was wondering if they were going to let you pitch at all!” he chimed and Eijun glared.
“What are you two doing here?” he asked. Youichi rolled his eyes, leaning forward to stare at Eijun.
“You saying you don’t want to see us after we’ve been gone for over a month?” he asked.
“No! But you’re making a scene! At least put some hats on! You, of all people, should already be wearing a hat, Miyuki Kazuya!”
“Keep your voice down, aren’t we supposed to be concealing our identities?” Kazuya laughed, slipping a beanie over his head and handing a baseball cap to Youichi.
“I told you two not to come to my games without telling me first,” Eijun said as he started to throw the ball and warm up his shoulder.
“We weren’t sure if we were going to make it to this one. Besides, this is your last season in college ball, you think we want to miss that?” Kazuya asked. Eijun rolled his eyes with a sigh.
He ignored them in favor of properly warming up as he waited for his chance to pitch.
Kazuya smirked as Eijun stayed quiet and practiced some of his shakier pitches. Youichi huffed beside him, slipping his ankle over his knee and knocking his shoulder against Kazuya’s to lean against him.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to practice some new wrestling moves on him when this game is over. He’s taking after you.”
“You know, if you weren’t dating me that might be an insult.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“That so? You didn’t seem to think that a few nights ago—”
“Do you ever shut up?” Youichi asked mildly, reaching down to pinch Kazuya’s side and drawing a soft yelp out of him. He still grinned.
“That depends, what are you suggesting?”
“You won’t like it,” Youichi groused, pinching Kazuya’s side again, harder.
“You’re no fun,” he responded, before his head was turned in the direction of the field again.
“Just watch, Eijun’s going to pitch.”
Eijun stood on the mound looking serious as the short catcher spoke to him. He nodded vigorously before turning to the outfield and thanking them in advance for defending.
When he turned back to the batter, Kazuya felt a rush. He pulled back his arm, his leg poised before swinging down and drawing cheers from the crowd as the batter swung late.
Youichi glanced up to see a wide, dangerous grin on Kazuya’s lips.
“I want to catch that.”
Youichi hummed.
“He’s certainly gotten better since we last saw him play. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go pro, though.”
Kazuya nodded, heart still pounding at Eijun’s pitching. “And to think he was the one always begging for you to catch for him in highschool,” Youichi added with a cackle.
The pair managed to avoid drawing too much attention to themselves until the game ended. Eijun managed to score a run and break the tie, sliding home by the skin of his teeth. He sat up, panting and covered in dirt, trying to assess the situation.
He was safe. He made it. He looked around the field, seeing his team descend and grab him in tight hugs, ruffling his hair and shaking him in their excitement.
Distantly, he could hear shouting from the stands, familiar voices calling his name. He looked over to see Kazuya and Youichi on their feet and cheering with the crowd. He laughed, shooting a ‘v’ in their direction with his fingers before his team pulled him away to bow and thank the other team for the game.
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He sighed as he made his way off the field, his bag slung over his shoulder and a grin on his face. His coach had been proud of them and reminded them that practice would pick up again the following Monday.
Before he could begin looking for his wayward partners, he heard his name being called. Kazuya and Youichi approached him quickly and he grinned.
“Wasn’t I great out there?” he asked, still instinctively looking for their praise. Kazuya hummed, placing his hand on Eijun’s head and tangling his fingers in his shaggy hair.
“You were very good, yes,” he said before pulling Eijun in and pressing their lips together. Eijun’s face heated up faster than either other man had ever seen.
“Oh wow, let me try,” Youichi said casually as he hip-checked Kazuya out of the way and captured Eijun’s lips in his own.
“Is that Miyuki Kazuya and Kuramochi Youichi?” a voice asked from somewhere behind them.
“Are they kissing Sawamura ?”
“What? No way!”
“ Both of them?”
“Is he okay? He’s so red…”
Eijun jumped, pushing Youichi and Kazuya away and looking around at the interested crowd looking their way.
“Wh-what are you two doing?” he stuttered, flustered and red-faced.
“Kissing you, obviously,” Youichi said.
“Did you forget what kissing is while we were gone?” Kazuya teased, grabbing Eijun’s hand and pulling him toward the dorm rooms. Youichi took his other hand with a loud laugh. “Now, take us to your dorm!”
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“You two are embarrassing,” Eijun grumbled from where he was squished between Youichi and Kazuya on his tiny loveseat, wrapped tightly in a blanket.
“Hyahaha! Don’t be such a baby.”
“Don’t you two have jobs you should be doing? I didn’t think pro baseball players had this much free time on their hands.”
“Now don’t be like that, Ei-chan,” Kazuya whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips across his ear. Eijun’s body shuddered of its own volition and he clicked his tongue, trying to turn away. Youichi lips on his cheek stopped his movement and he pouted.
“We missed you, you know, dummy,” he said, bumping his forehead with Eijun’s.
“I guess I missed you, too,” he grumbled, grudgingly accepting their affectionate touches as they unraveled his blanket cocoon.
Youichi manhandled him into lying against his chest as he pressed himself up against the armrest. Kazuya dove down, situating himself on Eijun’s chest with his face buried in his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. They managed to find a comfortable position for everyone from there, essentially creating an Eijun Sandwich.
“What was that first pitch you threw?” Kazuya asked after a long, comfortable silence, pushing himself up slightly so he could meet Eijun’s gaze.
“J-just a new grip I was trying out. Why? Was it bad? I’m still working on it so—!” Kazuya’s lips cut him off, a soft sigh escaping him instead. One hand moved from resting on Youichi’s to tangle in Kazuya’s hair, lips chasing his greedily.
“Tomorrow,” Kazuya said as he pulled back with a wide grin. “You have to let me catch it tomorrow.”
Youichi could feel Eijun’s pulse race and snickered, nipping at his neck playfully as he nodded to Kazuya mechanically.
As they settled back down again, Kazuya’s hair tickling his nose and Youichi’s hands pushing at his shirt to rest on bare skin, Eijun mumbled softly,
“You two are still embarrassing.”