Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no A no major tags, supernatural elements, ouija board words: 511
“Is anyone there?” Haruichi asks; head tilted down, his unseen eyes no doubt focused on the piece of paper in front of him, the alphabet written around it, “yes” and “no” at the top.
“Couldn’t we have done kokkuri-san instead?” Sawamura asks quietly as the coin everyone has their finger on starts to move toward “yes”.
“You’re unsurprisingly superstitious,” Kazuya grins even though the second the coin moved his heart started beating faster, “country boy.”
“What should we ask?” Kuramochi says, elbowing Sawamura and cutting off his protest.
“When will I be the ace?” Sawamura perks back up, staring at the paper intensely as the coin moves.
Kazuya can feel the way Furuya tenses next to him and he has to suppress a snicker. They seem to be taking this way too seriously for a kid’s game.
“Never,” the group spells out together and Kuramochi laughs.
“Someone’s pushing it,” Sawamura glares around the circle of boys huddling around.
“Miyuki Kazuya, it was you wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t,” Kazuya grins. He sees the sparkle of amusement as Kuramochi tries to hold back laughing harder and thinks he knows who did it.
“It’s just a game Eijun,” Haruichi says, a lilt to his voice and a tilt to his lips that makes Kazuya less sure about his assumption.
“Will we make it to Koshien this year?” Furuya asks, ignoring the noise around him, voice deep and serious and Kazuya can’t help finding how seriously he’s taking this a little endearing.
The coin moves quickly to “yes” and no one is surprised.
“Will we win?” Sawamura asks excitedly and the coin moves to “no”.
A heavy atmosphere settles over the room as they glance around the circle. No one is laughing, no one wants them to lose; Kazuya can’t tell who moved the coin.
“Will I really be the best pitcher in Japan?” Furuya asks and the coin moves back to “yes” as Sawamura accuses Furuya of moving the coin. He shuts up when it moves toward the letters, spelling out a longer message.
“Furuya kun,” it reads and Kazuya’s heart starts to hammer as it spells out: “Please take care of my Kazunya.”
“That’s not funny,” Kazuya says, unable to keep the waiver out of his voice as he pulls the coin off the board. “Game over guys, get out.”
“Miyuki…” Kuramochi says but Kazuya won’t meet his eyes, pointing toward the door.
Sawamura opens his mouth to say something but Haruichi tells him quietly not to, tugging on his friend’s arm to make him stand. The three of them exit his room and Kazuya’s mood sours further, a strange mix of anger and fear making his stomach turn.
“Miyuki-senpai,” Furuya says next to him, touching his shoulder gently and Kazuya lets himself melt into the touch, leaning against his solid warmth.
He resists the urge to put his head in Furuya’s lap, let him stroke his hair until he closes his eyes with contentment; the echo of his mother’s voice saying “my little Kazunya kitty almost purrs,” too fresh in his mind.
Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T
no major tags, supernatural elements, ouija board
words: 511
“Is anyone there?” Haruichi asks; head tilted down, his unseen eyes no doubt focused on the piece of paper in front of him, the alphabet written around it, “yes” and “no” at the top.
“Couldn’t we have done kokkuri-san instead?” Sawamura asks quietly as the coin everyone has their finger on starts to move toward “yes”.
“You’re unsurprisingly superstitious,” Kazuya grins even though the second the coin moved his heart started beating faster, “country boy.”
“What should we ask?” Kuramochi says, elbowing Sawamura and cutting off his protest.
“When will I be the ace?” Sawamura perks back up, staring at the paper intensely as the coin moves.
Kazuya can feel the way Furuya tenses next to him and he has to suppress a snicker. They seem to be taking this way too seriously for a kid’s game.
“Never,” the group spells out together and Kuramochi laughs.
“Someone’s pushing it,” Sawamura glares around the circle of boys huddling around.
“Miyuki Kazuya, it was you wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t,” Kazuya grins. He sees the sparkle of amusement as Kuramochi tries to hold back laughing harder and thinks he knows who did it.
“It’s just a game Eijun,” Haruichi says, a lilt to his voice and a tilt to his lips that makes Kazuya less sure about his assumption.
“Will we make it to Koshien this year?” Furuya asks, ignoring the noise around him, voice deep and serious and Kazuya can’t help finding how seriously he’s taking this a little endearing.
The coin moves quickly to “yes” and no one is surprised.
“Will we win?” Sawamura asks excitedly and the coin moves to “no”.
A heavy atmosphere settles over the room as they glance around the circle. No one is laughing, no one wants them to lose; Kazuya can’t tell who moved the coin.
“Will I really be the best pitcher in Japan?” Furuya asks and the coin moves back to “yes” as Sawamura accuses Furuya of moving the coin. He shuts up when it moves toward the letters, spelling out a longer message.
“Furuya kun,” it reads and Kazuya’s heart starts to hammer as it spells out: “Please take care of my Kazunya.”
“That’s not funny,” Kazuya says, unable to keep the waiver out of his voice as he pulls the coin off the board. “Game over guys, get out.”
“Miyuki…” Kuramochi says but Kazuya won’t meet his eyes, pointing toward the door.
Sawamura opens his mouth to say something but Haruichi tells him quietly not to, tugging on his friend’s arm to make him stand. The three of them exit his room and Kazuya’s mood sours further, a strange mix of anger and fear making his stomach turn.
“Miyuki-senpai,” Furuya says next to him, touching his shoulder gently and Kazuya lets himself melt into the touch, leaning against his solid warmth.
He resists the urge to put his head in Furuya’s lap, let him stroke his hair until he closes his eyes with contentment; the echo of his mother’s voice saying “my little Kazunya kitty almost purrs,” too fresh in his mind.