no major content warnings; 1531 words. this is a remix of winterstuck's fill, which is here. blanket permission was given for the remixing. also i have no idea how to write the baseball
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It was a whimsical idea, an extension of his hotblooded nature, a product of his desire to become ace over Furuya. Eijun honestly hadn’t even thought it through when the words, “go out with me for a week, Furuya!” came out of his mouth.
What was even more surprising was that Furuya actually agreed, though he wasn’t quite sure if Furuya even knew what going out meant in this context.
This would be interesting (and aggravating, among other things).
Day One (Saturday):
To his surprise, when Eijun is putting equipment back with the managers, Furuya is there. He can’t help the little hint of annoyance that crops up within him as Furuya just watches Eijun place everything in the shed.
“What do you want?” Eijun asks.
Furuya raises his arm to show Eijun his mitt and the baseball encapsulated within it. He says plainly, “let’s play catch.”
It’s another opportunity to show Furuya what he’s made of, so Eijun immediately hops back onto his feet and agrees.
Furuya is silent their entire game of catch, even whenever Eijun yells at him for the powerful pitches that he can’t catch or mocks him for being unable to catch his own pitches.
“Hey, that almost killed me!” Eijun cries out as another powerful pitch whizzes past his head. He trots over to grab the ball again to throw his own pitch, feeling Furuya’s eyes on him the entire time.
Day Two (Sunday):
It’s eleven in the morning when Furuya comes to his table during breakfast and asks him if he can go somewhere with him.
“Where do you want to go?” Eijun asks, purposely loud so the entire cafeteria hears him. Everybody’s eyes are on him and he watches Furuya shift uncomfortably before the boy just grabs onto Eijun’s arm and drags him elsewhere.
“Where are you taking me!?” Eijun finally spits out once they’re in the hallway, only quieted down by an annoyed glare by a passing faculty member.
“Come help me buy a new glove.”
And that’s how they end up side by side in a huge sports shop in the middle of Tokyo.
Eijun finds himself kind of ignoring Furuya next to him though, his own eyes focused on the mitt before him. It feels nice when he tries it on, much better than the one at home or the ones at school, but his only deterrent is the price tag. Ick.
“Let’s go back already! I wanna practice!” Eijun says to Furuya, who seems to be staring very determinedly at a pair of mitts in front of him. Furuya turns his head to return the gaze, blinking before actually speaking.
“Did you want anything?” Furuya raises a brow and plucks one of the mitts off the rack.
“…no,” Eijun says. He can’t admit he actually found something he wanted. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
When he comes out, Furuya has a shopping bag in his hands and they make their way to the train. The entire ride is horribly silent between the two of them, and Eijun doesn’t even know how he can fill the silence this time. They’re in public, Furuya is horrible at talking, and Eijun only knows how to be loud.
They make it back onto Seidou’s grounds and say their good nights, Eijun immediately heading over to the field for some extra practice. He hadn’t found anything out about Furuya yet.
Day Three (Monday):
Eijun returns to a bag lying against his dorm room door after a day of long, grueling practice. He plucks it off the ground, the logo on the plastic looking familiar to him, before sitting down on his bed. His fingers dig into the bag before they bring out the glove from yesterday, and Eijun just stares at it.
He bought it for me?
But it makes Eijun angry and happy at the same time—pissed, because it makes him seem like he can’t afford anything and is taking gifts from his rival, but happy because he’s actually wanted this and Furuya had been kind enough to get it.
Upon hearing the sound of Kuramochi’s voice behind the door, Eijun immediately stuffs the item back into its bag and into his drawer. He’ll have to thank Furuya for this somehow.
Day Four (Tuesday):
At practice, he and Furuya are doing separate pitching practices, so he doesn’t have a lot of time to talk to the other boy. He needs to get better as fast as possible, after all!
After the third consecutive ball that Chris just barely catches, Eijun is sat out for a little bit to relax and think about how he pitches. It annoys him that he’s here, dawdling away while Furuya is only getting better by the second, but he trusts Chris and his expertise, so he obeys. Eijun stands in front of the catching net before swinging his arm back for a pitch, only one thing on his mind.
This entire thing with Furuya is a joke, right?
It doesn’t feel like it, and Eijun isn’t sure how to take it. This sort of confusion is irritating, he thinks as the ball hits the net. This isn’t what he’s expecting.
Day Five (Wednesday):
This time, Eijun is the one who reluctantly invites Furuya out after practice. They end up in Furuya’s room, watching some random baseball movie from the small screen of Furuya’s laptop.
There’s nothing particularly interesting about the movie if Eijun’s honest, but he’s fired up about the protagonist’s loss of motivation. It’s only after the protagonist does what he wants (like, you know, actually try in baseball) that Eijun finally calms down to grumbles and mutters.
When he turns to the side to look at Furuya (whom he expects to be asleep), they meet eyes briefly before Furuya’s own widen and he turns away. Eijun isn’t sure because of the darkness of the room, but the light from the laptop makes him think there might be something red on Furuya’s cheeks.
Day Six (Thursday):
They have a match today. Eijun can barely remember the other school’s name, but it doesn’t really matter anyway, does it? He’s still sitting on the benches while Furuya is out there, on the mound that he wants to be on.
He’ll hold back, he guesses. But he really does want to play, and he keeps shooting glances from the corner of his eye to Kataoka.
Stupid old man won’t let him play.
Eijun can gripe all he wants, but he’s watching the scoreboard closely. Seidou are winning, but not by much; it’s the rest of the team that’s picking up on the points where Furuya’s pitching is lacking. Furuya looks shaken up, and it pisses Eijun off. If he’s gonna be like that, Eijun might as well be on the mound!
“Get yourself together!” Eijun shouts, and Furuya’s head snaps up when he hears that voice, their gazes meeting even with the distance.
Furuya stays quiet for a moment and then nods, the intensity of his focus growing.
Seidou wins the game.
Day Seven (Friday):
It’s the last day.
It feels strange, having to officially end it. Eijun’s gotten used to spending time with Furuya, and it feels weird that he doesn’t have to anymore outside of practices. He calls Furuya out after their practice is over, and the two of them are playing catch underneath the strong field lights.
“Hey, it’s the last day of our…” Eijun starts, and then stops. Of their what? Relationship? Agreement? Arrangement? Whatever it is, it’s supposed to end today.
It’s silent between them for a while until Furuya speaks up.
“I admire you,” Furuya says plainly, and Eijun just stares at him with wide eyes.
Furuya goes silent with a stare that bores into Eijun’s soul.
How the hell is he supposed to react to that? That bastard.
“I—” Eijun starts, heat rising to his cheeks as he tries to find the words and fails. “You better admire me! I’m a good pitcher—better than you, maybe!”
“Not only as a pitcher.”
That actually stuns Eijun into silence.
“Let’s continue this.”
Eijun stays quiet. He can feel himself beginning to sweat under the bright lights—or is it something else—as he tries to say something, but he can’t. His mind is blank.
He had actually… liked his time with Furuya. He couldn’t deny it no matter how hard he wanted to. It was infuriating, to not really learn about anything that could help himself become a better pitcher, but he liked it. And not hanging out as much with Furuya would certainly be strange, Eijun thinks. It would be.
“Fine!” Eijun huffs, looking down at the ground and gritting time to will the heat away from his face.
(“I can’t believe I lost the bet!” Kuramochi says as he bites on his lip and reluctantly takes some bills out of his wallet, holding them out to Haruichi. “I was so fucking sure they wouldn’t last more than a week.”
“Same here,” Miyuki adds on while also giving some yen to Haruichi.
Haruichi can only smile as he takes the money. He knew Sawamura and Furuya would last longer than these other two had guessed.)
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G.
also i have no idea how to write the baseball
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It was a whimsical idea, an extension of his hotblooded nature, a product of his desire to become ace over Furuya. Eijun honestly hadn’t even thought it through when the words, “go out with me for a week, Furuya!” came out of his mouth.
What was even more surprising was that Furuya actually agreed, though he wasn’t quite sure if Furuya even knew what going out meant in this context.
This would be interesting (and aggravating, among other things).
Day One (Saturday):
To his surprise, when Eijun is putting equipment back with the managers, Furuya is there. He can’t help the little hint of annoyance that crops up within him as Furuya just watches Eijun place everything in the shed.
“What do you want?” Eijun asks.
Furuya raises his arm to show Eijun his mitt and the baseball encapsulated within it. He says plainly, “let’s play catch.”
It’s another opportunity to show Furuya what he’s made of, so Eijun immediately hops back onto his feet and agrees.
Furuya is silent their entire game of catch, even whenever Eijun yells at him for the powerful pitches that he can’t catch or mocks him for being unable to catch his own pitches.
“Hey, that almost killed me!” Eijun cries out as another powerful pitch whizzes past his head. He trots over to grab the ball again to throw his own pitch, feeling Furuya’s eyes on him the entire time.
Day Two (Sunday):
It’s eleven in the morning when Furuya comes to his table during breakfast and asks him if he can go somewhere with him.
“Where do you want to go?” Eijun asks, purposely loud so the entire cafeteria hears him. Everybody’s eyes are on him and he watches Furuya shift uncomfortably before the boy just grabs onto Eijun’s arm and drags him elsewhere.
“Where are you taking me!?” Eijun finally spits out once they’re in the hallway, only quieted down by an annoyed glare by a passing faculty member.
“Come help me buy a new glove.”
And that’s how they end up side by side in a huge sports shop in the middle of Tokyo.
Eijun finds himself kind of ignoring Furuya next to him though, his own eyes focused on the mitt before him. It feels nice when he tries it on, much better than the one at home or the ones at school, but his only deterrent is the price tag. Ick.
“Let’s go back already! I wanna practice!” Eijun says to Furuya, who seems to be staring very determinedly at a pair of mitts in front of him. Furuya turns his head to return the gaze, blinking before actually speaking.
“Did you want anything?” Furuya raises a brow and plucks one of the mitts off the rack.
“…no,” Eijun says. He can’t admit he actually found something he wanted. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
When he comes out, Furuya has a shopping bag in his hands and they make their way to the train. The entire ride is horribly silent between the two of them, and Eijun doesn’t even know how he can fill the silence this time. They’re in public, Furuya is horrible at talking, and Eijun only knows how to be loud.
They make it back onto Seidou’s grounds and say their good nights, Eijun immediately heading over to the field for some extra practice. He hadn’t found anything out about Furuya yet.
Day Three (Monday):
Eijun returns to a bag lying against his dorm room door after a day of long, grueling practice. He plucks it off the ground, the logo on the plastic looking familiar to him, before sitting down on his bed. His fingers dig into the bag before they bring out the glove from yesterday, and Eijun just stares at it.
He bought it for me?
But it makes Eijun angry and happy at the same time—pissed, because it makes him seem like he can’t afford anything and is taking gifts from his rival, but happy because he’s actually wanted this and Furuya had been kind enough to get it.
Upon hearing the sound of Kuramochi’s voice behind the door, Eijun immediately stuffs the item back into its bag and into his drawer. He’ll have to thank Furuya for this somehow.
Day Four (Tuesday):
At practice, he and Furuya are doing separate pitching practices, so he doesn’t have a lot of time to talk to the other boy. He needs to get better as fast as possible, after all!
After the third consecutive ball that Chris just barely catches, Eijun is sat out for a little bit to relax and think about how he pitches. It annoys him that he’s here, dawdling away while Furuya is only getting better by the second, but he trusts Chris and his expertise, so he obeys. Eijun stands in front of the catching net before swinging his arm back for a pitch, only one thing on his mind.
This entire thing with Furuya is a joke, right?
It doesn’t feel like it, and Eijun isn’t sure how to take it. This sort of confusion is irritating, he thinks as the ball hits the net. This isn’t what he’s expecting.
Day Five (Wednesday):
This time, Eijun is the one who reluctantly invites Furuya out after practice. They end up in Furuya’s room, watching some random baseball movie from the small screen of Furuya’s laptop.
There’s nothing particularly interesting about the movie if Eijun’s honest, but he’s fired up about the protagonist’s loss of motivation. It’s only after the protagonist does what he wants (like, you know, actually try in baseball) that Eijun finally calms down to grumbles and mutters.
When he turns to the side to look at Furuya (whom he expects to be asleep), they meet eyes briefly before Furuya’s own widen and he turns away. Eijun isn’t sure because of the darkness of the room, but the light from the laptop makes him think there might be something red on Furuya’s cheeks.
Day Six (Thursday):
They have a match today. Eijun can barely remember the other school’s name, but it doesn’t really matter anyway, does it? He’s still sitting on the benches while Furuya is out there, on the mound that he wants to be on.
He’ll hold back, he guesses. But he really does want to play, and he keeps shooting glances from the corner of his eye to Kataoka.
Stupid old man won’t let him play.
Eijun can gripe all he wants, but he’s watching the scoreboard closely. Seidou are winning, but not by much; it’s the rest of the team that’s picking up on the points where Furuya’s pitching is lacking. Furuya looks shaken up, and it pisses Eijun off. If he’s gonna be like that, Eijun might as well be on the mound!
“Get yourself together!” Eijun shouts, and Furuya’s head snaps up when he hears that voice, their gazes meeting even with the distance.
Furuya stays quiet for a moment and then nods, the intensity of his focus growing.
Seidou wins the game.
Day Seven (Friday):
It’s the last day.
It feels strange, having to officially end it. Eijun’s gotten used to spending time with Furuya, and it feels weird that he doesn’t have to anymore outside of practices. He calls Furuya out after their practice is over, and the two of them are playing catch underneath the strong field lights.
“Hey, it’s the last day of our…” Eijun starts, and then stops. Of their what? Relationship? Agreement? Arrangement? Whatever it is, it’s supposed to end today.
It’s silent between them for a while until Furuya speaks up.
“I admire you,” Furuya says plainly, and Eijun just stares at him with wide eyes.
Furuya goes silent with a stare that bores into Eijun’s soul.
How the hell is he supposed to react to that? That bastard.
“I—” Eijun starts, heat rising to his cheeks as he tries to find the words and fails. “You better admire me! I’m a good pitcher—better than you, maybe!”
“Not only as a pitcher.”
That actually stuns Eijun into silence.
“Let’s continue this.”
Eijun stays quiet. He can feel himself beginning to sweat under the bright lights—or is it something else—as he tries to say something, but he can’t. His mind is blank.
He had actually… liked his time with Furuya. He couldn’t deny it no matter how hard he wanted to. It was infuriating, to not really learn about anything that could help himself become a better pitcher, but he liked it. And not hanging out as much with Furuya would certainly be strange, Eijun thinks. It would be.
“Fine!” Eijun huffs, looking down at the ground and gritting time to will the heat away from his face.
(“I can’t believe I lost the bet!” Kuramochi says as he bites on his lip and reluctantly takes some bills out of his wallet, holding them out to Haruichi. “I was so fucking sure they wouldn’t last more than a week.”
“Same here,” Miyuki adds on while also giving some yen to Haruichi.
Haruichi can only smile as he takes the money. He knew Sawamura and Furuya would last longer than these other two had guessed.)