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It took months, specifically 8 months, before he was able to save up enough to purchase an apartment of his own despite the fact that college have dorms. Between school, practice, and a part-time job, he rarely had peaceful nights. Miyuki doesn’t have issues with privacy; he had lived in Seidou’s baseball dorm for 3 years with two other roommates after all. But his current roommate has a girlfriend and he hated the fact that he had to sleep somewhere else when she came over or that his things are at the risk of being victims of raging hormones and uncontrolled lust.
He had discussed this with said roommate and the guy apologized and promised to never do it again, but not even 24 hours later, Miyuki entered their shared room and found them on the his desk. The desk where he sometimes ate his snacks, smack his head when he’s feeling stressed over upcoming exams, the desk where he sometimes fell asleep studying. That struck a nerve. He was never one to let his anger get the best of him but what he hated the most was that his instructions were being brushed off. That little bitch even had the nerve to check him out and give him the look.
Burning with silent rage, Miyuki, for all his worth and little patience left, grabbed the guy’s crumpled shirt and literally hurled him out of their room, pants down and ass out. The girl followed next, dress opened and naked beneath. Miyuki shut the door closed with so much force it made the couple flinched and the sound was loud enough it echoed all the way to the first floor and other end of the corridor.
“Animals…” Miyuki grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He sighed and eyed his desk in disgust. It was late, almost pass eleven in the evening and his working hours were finally done for the day. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep even for only a few hours before waking up at 3 am to study. Though, with the pre-Adeline running in his veins, he won’t be able to close his eyes for just a second. He perked up when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
Ei: Did get back safely?
This guy… Miyuki can’t help but think fondly. He sat down on his bed and ignored the banging on his door.
You: Of course I did, idiot. The restaurant is just across the street.
Ei: You can never know! What if you nearly got hit by a car or if you trip on the steps to your room!
Miyuki can imagine his loud mouth boyfriend typing viciously on his phone, gritting his teeth all the while yelling his text message loud enough for the entire dorm to hear. He chuckled, his earlier anger slowly easing out of his nerves. He lied down on his bed with one hand prompting his head as he replied.
You: Do you want me to be hit by a car or trip on my feet?
Ei: OF COURSE NOT! WHO WOULD WANT THAT?!
Miyuki laughed out loud when he read the answer. Thinking about his days at Seidou, Sawamura wouldn’t probably hesitate to yell this wishes to his faces and in better days add that he hopes for this things to happen and Miyuki, being the bastard Sawamura pegged him to be, would probably answer ‘You have hopes for me…’ That was something he knew he’d do.
Ei: Well, whatever. Get some rest; you have a game tomorrow after all!
You: Such a loving boyfriend I have to look after me.
Ei: Of course. Who else is gonna do it if not you or me! Besides, even you tend to forget about yourself!
“Heh,” Miyuki snickered and covered his lips with his phone.
He felt the tingling sensation creeping down his spine and the telltale burn on his cheeks. He was usually the one who made Sawamura a flustered and muttering mess but there were instances when the southpaw takes the role without even noticing it. Every day is a surprise with him, after all, Miyuki mused. Eijun had always been straightforward with his thoughts and feelings, and dating Miyuki Kazuya did nothing to change that. In fact, it seemed to have amplified with his constant fretting and worries and their tight schedule never made it easy.
“I miss you…” Miyuki muttered into the silent night and dark room.
Miyuki just finished putting the last of his grocery in the fridge when there was a knock on the door. He smirked and checked the clock ticking above the kitchen entrance. He opened the door and his smirked turned into a wide Cheshire cat grin. He shamelessly eyed Eijun all wrapped up in a knitted scarf and thick winter jacket, hair ruffled and flecked with snow. The younger huffed petulantly; his cold dusted his cheeks puffed out rather cutely.
“Nice of you to drop by,” Miyuki grinned and stepped aside to welcome his boyfriend.
“You’re the one who told me to come all the way here!” Sawamura stopped in threshold, the chilly air following his steps and brushed against Kazuya’s bare fingers. He quickly shut the door as soon as the boy entered.
“Sorry for the intrusion,” Eijun grumbled lowly, steam puffing out of his breath as he took off his shoes and hang his jacket. He looked over his shoulder and eyed Miyuki petulantly.
The catcher only chuckled and gestured him inside. “Do you want something to drink? I can warm up some tea for you.”
“Hmm, M’kay,” Sawamura answered and followed Miyuki to the corridor. When they entered the living room, he had to choke on his breath because the space was too modern and big for a single person to own.
“Alright, make yourself comfortable and I’ll go get some cups,” Miyuki said and went to a separate room. Eijun stood stiffly in the entrance before gathering the courage to at least take a step. His senior did tell him to be comfortable after all.
He looked around the wide space, eyeing the framed photographs placed on the glass table where a flat screen TV was placed. The first picture he noticed was the photo of Seidou’s baseball team taken after the 3rd years’ graduation and his eyes immediately darted towards his beloved Chris-senpai who was wearing a proud and small smile. The next frame was the team when they won the Fall tournament and qualified them to Koushien. After that was the picture of them winning the 84th Summer Koushien when Eijun pitched an entire 9 innings as an ace.
It was a bittersweet moment for him because Miyuki and the other 3rd years were retiring and after that game he had to take a break because of a shoulder injury and Burn-Out Syndrome he acquired for pushing himself too hard. Miyuki had been furious about it and he made sure to get his point across. In the end though, he was proud of him for holding out and even more so when he told the coach after the celebration and post-match meeting that he cannot play in any of the upcoming practice matches due to an injury he most probably acquired. It took exactly 3 months before he was allowed to play.
“What are you looking at?”
The pitcher yelped when he was suddenly embraced from behind. He looked over his shoulder to yell but he was met with a kiss and his shoulder immediately slumped, eyes falling close. He tilted his head higher and opened his lips when his catcher ran his tongue over the seams of his lips. He hummed and let their tongues tangled; feeling the slick glide of their wet muscles. Miyuki bit his lower lip sharply and his breath hitched before he pulled away with a glare.
“Sorry, I wanted a taste,” Miyuki chuckled and hugged him tighter, resting his chin over the pitcher’s shoulder.
Eijun had grown taller and broader, but so did Miyuki. He was about a good 184 cm while Sawamura was 178 cm. Although Eijun was very petty with that information to Miyuki, it was good ammunition for his teasing. Eijun let the closeness and warmth seeped into his body and even entwined his fingers with Kazuya’s, resting it against his abdomen.
“What do you think of the place?” Miyuki murmured against his neck, puffing hot breath just below his nape.
Eijun hummed and looked around thoughtfully as he leaned his weight on the man behind him. “It’s pretty big and well-furnished to be cheap. How did you lip service your way into getting this place?”
“Haha, nice try,” Miyuki laughed. “The old lady who owned the building was just very generous to young students like me.”
“So you used your charming face, then,” Eijun deadpanned, not even missing a beat.
Kazuya paid him no mind and continued. “As for the furniture, there was a couple who used to live in this room and I just happened to be here when they were about to move out. They offered me this fully furnished room just so I’ll take the place.”
“What luck you have then,” Eijun laughed, the vibrations shaking Kazuya as well. Kazuya laughed and placed a tender kiss on Eijun’s exposed neck. He doesn’t miss the way the pitcher’s face heated up, the cherry red heat cascading down his neck. The younger finally sobered and snuggled closely to the warmth behind him. “But isn’t this a little too big for you alone?” Miyuki repeated the sentence in his head and snickered. “What? What are you laughing at?!” the pitcher snapped.
Instead on answering, the catcher pulled his hand away and went to slide something out of his pocket before he took the pitcher’s calloused hand again and clasped them tightly. Eijun shuddered as he made contact with something cold and his eyes widened when Miyuki’s hand pulled away to embrace him again.
“I didn’t pick this place just for myself, you know,” Kazuya whispered lowly against his ears. Eijun stood there frozen, eyes never breaking away from the silver key glistening on his palms. Happiness and pride spread through him as the thought finally processed. Despite the biting cold of the winter season, he felt warm and content in the arms of his lover.
Eijun smiled softly and tilted his head to peck Kazuya’s lips. It was supposed to be a simple and quick peck of gratitude and flattery but when they pulled apart and met each other’s gazes, they found themselves face-to-face and leaning closer once again. This time it was firm yet slow, their lips mingling languidly and slowly until Miyuki nibbled on his lips and Eijun indulged him. He opened his mouth and let his boyfriend’s tongue tangled around his, pushing firmly as he held Eijun’s jaw tightly. The pitcher can feel a hot sensation coiling in his gut as Miyuki’s kiss slowly became aggressive. The way he shoved his tongue roughly that if it wasn’t for his arms around the younger, Eijun would’ve lost his balance.
Their teeth clashed but neither pulled away, their movements becoming fiery and bold in each passing second. Eijun fingers found themselves grasping Miyuki’s brown locks, curling tighter when his lover’s tongue swept at the roof of his mouth, sending delightful shivers down his spine. He can feel Miyuki squeezing his hips and pulling him close. When Kazuya pulled away, Eijun was out of breath and flushed, and definitely hard and aching. He imagined Miyuki was fine and smirking but when he opened his half-lidded eyes, his body trembled and his throat tightened. Miyuki was just as flushed and out of breath as he was; however, his eyes were sharp and focused solely on Sawamura Eijun. Not the way when they were standing in the diamond as a battery, no. This was something more primal, it was raw.
“Kazuya…?” he called out weakly, his chilled fingers reaching out to caress his lover’s prominent flushed cheekbones.
Miyuki’s eyes met his eyes and suddenly Eijun was arms-length away. “Sorry, I went too far,” he muttered gravely low. His usually upbeat tone was reduced to raspy and for the lack of a better word, sexy. “I’ll go heat some water.”
He wasn’t even given the chance to turn away before he was pulled into another fast-paced kiss. Their teeth painfully clashed and Kazuya could taste the metallic taste of blood from his cut lips. Any other day, he would’ve taken the chance to tease his pitcher but the boldness made him keep the words down. Later, he’ll have the time for that after he’s done with what he’s about to do. He cut off Eijun upcoming apology with his lips and muffled his protests when he lifted him off the floor, wrapping his legs around Miyuki’s waist and arms latched around his neck, tightening when he began to move.
Eijun felt his back hit the soft mattress of Miyuki’s bed as he was laid down, their kiss never breaking. Cold fingers made contact with his stomach and he pulled away with a shuddered breath. “Your hand is cold,” he whispered hoarsely. His head tilted back when wet lips trailed down his neck, down to his collar bone for every button Kazuya managed to open with just one hand.
“Haha, don’t worry it’ll warm up soon,” he chuckled against Eijun collarbone, dropping a kiss before trailing lower.
The hand on his stomach disappeared and he was glad for that. More buttons were opened until it reached the last one and his shirt parted, cold touches crawling from his side, gathering upwards until it reached his ribs. Eijun wasn’t particularly ticklish but it made him chuckle breathlessly until he sucked a sharp breath at the sudden cold pressure against his nipples. He knew he’ll regret it later but damn it, his gaze dropped and he froze at the sight of the catcher staring at him steadily; his tongue trailing the lines of Eijun’s abs.
’Hot…’ was the only word that processed in his head. He arms automatically covered his burning face, unable to face the reality of what they were about to do and who he was gonna share it with. He felt his hips and stomach twitched at the sensation of skimming fingers and wet tongue, then it was gone. Despite his lack of sight, he can feel a looming presence hovering him.
“Am I going too fast?” was the question between their close proximity. Not trusting his voice, Eijun shook his head. “Then am I pushing you?” another shake of the head. “Am I being greedy?” pause, then a nod of the head. Eijun’s eyes widen when he felt an arm slipped at the dip of his back, another pulling his head close. “I wanted to wait,” Kazuya muttered against his forearms. “I wanted to wait until you graduate before we do this,” this time it was on his shoulder. “I knew that once I got a taste of you, I’ll start craving.”
Thump
The pitcher’s eyes widened, his heart painfully beating against his chest. Every beat felt like seconds ticking by, a clockwork of emotions building in his mind. His bruised lips quivered, gaping and waiting for words to be blurted out but nothing came. He couldn’t breathe. His chest heaved, his fingers twitched, his head was swimming, and his heart. God, his heart couldn’t take it. It raced fast, throbbed painfully, and thumped hard. Yet, it swelled with pride and fondness. He peered over his limbs and stilled when he found Miyuki staring at him with a look he had never seen. He looked in between pain and happiness, almost like a begging puppy.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “What’s with that?” he laughed good-heartedly, taking his lover off guard. ‘Ah, what an amazing guy…’ he thought, his hands reaching to cup the other boy’s cheeks. “You sound so cheesy,” he grinned softly and pecked the corner of his lips. “3 more months,” he whispered longingly against his lips.
Kazuya’s chest tightened and he bit his lips to stop a sound he never knew he’d make again. All he could do was repeat those words and embraced his lover. Kazuya knew he shouldn’t let his emotions out, knew shouldn’t bare himself in the open but he also knew that it was a futile attempt not to when he was always swept by Sawamura Eijun’s pace. In the first place, he was aware of the effects the moment he kissed Eijun on the rooftop and went beyond till they reached a relationship other than being teammates. He knew that the moment he’ll let that loud-mouthed, bright, and optimistic person into his dull life, he’ll be an emotional mess because Sawamura was full of surprises. One minute, Miyuki was annoyed by his lack of respect, then the next he finds himself staring unknowingly at the pitcher from across the field.
He was aware of those effects, and that’s why he won’t hold back. He won’t feign arrogance, he won’t slick words with evasions, he won’t deny raw emotions. No, not while they were this intimate, not while he’s facing Sawamura. Miyuki wanted to be fair with him, to the person who laid himself bare and open for him to mess up and corrupt. To the person who has been honest with him from the start till where they are now.
Somehow, their clothes were discarded into a pile at the foot of the bed. Soft pants puffed passed Eijun’s parted lips. Legs spread, hips up, and eyes glazed, Eijun found himself looking at the boy kneeling between his legs, slick fingers working in spreading him open for what’s to come. He shut his eyes tightly, violently shaking at the curl of those fingers. The lube made it easier; he wondered where it came from.
“Kuramochi gave it as a house warming gift,” Kazuya told him when he was reaching for it from the night stand. “I’m sure he made a joke out of this knowing you’ll be coming over more often than not.”
Eijun suppressed a chuckle at the thought but his musings were cut short because he was suddenly arching off the bed, a moan drawn out of his lips. His toes curled tightly, almost painfully. Kazuya didn’t even stop; he didn’t bother with teasing words and continued to assault that good spot that made Eijun dizzy and trembling.
“N-no! Wa—ah!” he shuddered, precum dripping down his toned stomach. “Senpai!” he cried, grasping Miyuki’s wrist that’s working him up.
“Heh, do you know you only call me senpai when you need something?” Kazuya asked, thrusting his fingers particularly hard, leaving his kouhai whimpering. He leaned down to sucked at the long expanse of Eijun’s exposed throat, licking the bruise that formed right after.
Eijun didn’t answer; he couldn’t even breathe properly. He wrapped his arms around Miyuki’s neck and pulled him down, broken moans dampening the elder’s sweaty neck. Eijun sucked in a deep breath when he felt the fingers stop only to enter again with another burning stretch. Now, Miyuki has three fingers stretching him open, curling inside his heat and making him cry out. Eijun’s fingers tightened around his hair, yanking them painfully hard but to Kazuya, it kept him grounded. Eijun might be feeling immense pleasure but pain will still be there to chip at his senses; that’s why Kazuya kept reminding himself to be patient and careful.
“Kazuya!” Eijun moaned aloud, back arching sharply off the bed. Miyuki grunted at the feeling of nails digging on his skin and the sharp tug at his hair that followed. But he ignored that because Eijun was clamping around his fingers. His hot, velvet walls twitching and tightening, making his own hard dick leak precum.
Kazuya pulled his fingers out, momentarily trailing his gaze on Eijun’s already tired body. He was covered in sweat, a pool a precum gathered at the dip of his abs, sheen of lube glistening between his toned legs. Miyuki ran his fingers on the hard muscles of Eijun’s legs; his other hand caressing the younger’s flushed cheeks. Eijun peered at him with dazed eyes, gold reflecting the lust stirring in his gut. He’s beautiful. He’s mesmerizing. He’s Sawamura Eijun.
“Eijun,” Kazuya called softly, leaning down a press a kiss on his damp forehead then down to the corner of his parted lips. Eijun lazily tilted his head and met his lips, letting their tongues glide softly and Kazuya sighed into the kiss.
Eijun watched as Kazuya tore the condom packet but Eijun stopped him before he could roll it down his shaft. Kazuya eyed him questioningly but Eijun shook his head. Kazuya frowned, “You sure? There’s a reason why condoms exist, you know?”
Eijun rolled his eyes in exasperation and huffed indignantly. “Not like it matters, I’m a guy,” he pouted. “Plus…” he trailed, glancing at Kazuya with those innocent lust induced golden eyes, a blushing rising to the tip of ears and trailing down his chest. “it’s fine, right? This is our first time after all.”
That broke Kazuya’s mind.
“Don’t laugh!” Eijun spluttered as soon as a snicker slipped pass Miyuki’s lips.
“S-sorry, can’t h-help it!” Kazuya laughed between his words. He adored the red color dusting Eijun’s cheeks but he still had the mind to notice his heaving chest and hard length. “You’re such a sweet,” Miyuki mumbled as he kissed the tip of Eijun’s nose. You trust me that much, huh…
Eijun’s pout dissolved and he reached to pull Kazuya down. “I want to feel you tonight…” he started. “Be it pain or pleasure, I’ll take it just don’t stop.”
Kazuya chest tightened as positioned the head of his dick against Eijun’s slicked hole. “Hey, hey, pain is not a good thing during sex,” he reminded, mouthing on Eijun’s pulse.
Eijun chuckled breathlessly, tensing at the feel of Kazuya’s cock pushing in his body. It was a slow and steady, and they never realized they held their breaths until Miyuki was completely in and they let out an exhale. Eijun was panting harshly, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. A shiver ran down Kazuya’s spine at the sight of those glistening eyes, clouded in lust.
“Ah, I really am horrible, after all,” he grunted out bitterly. Eijun opened his mouth to protest but Miyuki’s next words had him wide-eyed. The catcher hovered above him, caging him between his arms and said, “I do like seeing you cry.”
“What a nasty guy…” Eijun muttered with half-lidded eyes. He craned his head and locked their gazes firmly, yet he felt rather calm and boneless.
Kazuya grinned above him and didn’t even deny those words. His reply was to pull out and thrust back in, prompting a moan from the both of them. He shuddered at the tight friction around his hard cock, clenching and loosening pleasurably good. He gripped Eijun’s hips tightly, the hips he always like to emphasize during batting and bunting which amuses Miyuki to no end.
“Hurts…” Eijun groaned at the burning stretch.
“My bad,” Kazuya panted, sweat dripping down Eijun’s chest. He moved slowly, building his pace and rhythm while making sure he’s not pushing too much force into their connected bodies.
Eijun didn’t let another word utter out. He bore the sting and burn and it pained Kazuya that he was hurting him. He was on the verge of stopping but when he did, but it’s like Eijun can tell because he stared. He stared at Kazuya with those eyes of molten gold and sunset rays. He won’t say anything but Kazuya knew.
I’m not glass. Don’t treat me like one.
‘Heh…’ he can’t help but muse. Despite his tear-streaked face, Kazuya still found him breathtaking.
Eijun froze, his heart beating loud and hard against his chest. He bit his lip and it didn’t go unnoticed by Kazuya’s hazel eyes and it made Eijun wary. Kazuya gazed at him with eyes full of fondness and tenderness. Moments like those, Eijun found himself speechless because Kazuya only look at him like that during the night where they murmured words while lying beside each other, or when they go out on romantic dates.
“You’re so unfair,” he whined, rubbing the tears building up at the corner of his eyes and wincing at the sting. Kazuya gingerly pulled his hands away and pressed them down the mattress. He entwined their fingers tightly as licked the salty line of tears from Eijun’s cheeks.
Kazuya trailed kisses from his nose, pressing firmly once his lips met Eijun’s before continuing down his throat where he bit and sucked the skin to add more marks on his territory. He pressed deeper, rocking his hips shallowly and slowly. Such motion ignited burning sensation all over Eijun’s body, spiking his senses. He was suddenly aware of the both of them, the of feel Kazuya’s hard length grinding his insides and making him shudder, his musk, his well-toned muscles pressing over him, and the noises he’d never thought he’d make.
“A-ah,” he mewled softly at the feeling of his prostate being hit repeatedly. His thighs quivered and he wanted to get away from the feeling. It was suddenly too much for his body. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched around Kazuya, making him groan in pleasure.
“Hey, if you continue to do that, I won’t last,” he grunted, thrusting back harder. Eijun cried out, tightening his legs at the assault on his prostate. Kazuya pressed their lips and muffled all of Eijun’s cries as he finally found his rhythm, making sure he’s hitting the spot that made his lover quake and cry out.
The sheets were stuck on his back and his hands were held captive by Miyuki’s own. He forgot about the pain and shut his eyes at the feel of Miyuki thrusting into his body, making him writhe in pleasure and heat. His toes curled tightly and his throat was hoarse from moaning non-stop. Miyuki’s wasn’t picking up the pace, he fucked Eijun hard and slow, and made sure to drag his dick out rather than just pulling out altogether.
He was over stimulating Eijun’s nerves than numbing them with nothing but his body and pleasure. He held their hands tightly, the telltale coiling feeling in his gut burning the fire and spreading it all over his body. His mind was swimming and all he could see was Miyuki above him, rocking their bodies together. His eyes were closed and he was panting loud, red dusting his cheeks and his brown fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead. Eijun wanted to kiss him but he couldn’t even breathe let alone talk.
“P-please,” he said instead. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.” He moaned wantonly and mewled softly, as Miyuki started to add force to his movements, shoving hard and pulling out slowly while making sure to hit Eijun’s good spot. Skin slapping against skin accompanied their pleasured noises, reverberating in the corners of Kazuya’s room. It added stimulus to their rigid bodies pent up by tension and passion. It was embarrassing for Eijun but it also made his dick twitch.
Each thrust had Eijun gasping and jolting, calling Miyuki’s name and begging him to do it faster. He was sensitive already and he didn’t even come yet. Eijun’s chest heaved and his breathing became even more labored as the coil in his gut tightened and his walls clamped around Kazuya’s swollen cock. Kazuya attacked Eijun’s red nipples, sucking and licking them repeatedly until they stung and Eijun whined. He pushed his chest closer to Miyuki’s lips, chasing after the pleasure and friction. He was aching for release and relief that he wasn’t above begging for it.
“C-close,” he muttered and squeezed Kazuya’s hands, his knuckles bleeding from Eijun’s nails. Eijun gasped as Miyuki’s hips snapped roughly against his and the coil snapped and then he was coming, hard and sudden. “Kazuya…”
Kazuya grunted, Eijun’s hole tightening around his dick. He inhaled sharply and released hot spurs of come in Eijun’s body. He shuddered and moaned brokenly, thrusting to ride out the pleasure until he was spent. For a moment, his mind was blank and all that can be heard were their audible breathing. He was tired and sore despite their slow love making. His eyes fluttered open to check on his partner, only to find him slipping in and out of his consciousness. It was a cute sight to see, Eijun boneless and flushed, and his own come painting his chest.
Kazuya leaned down to kiss him but he recoiled when Eijun moaned loudly and winced. His body shook and his hold tightened. Kazuya looked down and realized that he hasn’t pulled out yet. Chuckling sheepishly, he carefully untangled their joined hands and held Eijun’s waist. He gently pulled out and without meaning to, watched as white cum oozed out of Eijun’s hole. It was an exhilarating sight to see that had his dick twitching again. He flinched when Eijun kicked his ribs and he can’t help but grin.
“Sorry, sleep and we’ll talk about this in the morning,” he whispered and lied down beside his lover. He was about to pass out as well but he had to clean them up. It’s gonna get colder and sleeping naked was basically asking for fever. It didn’t take long before Eijun passed out and Kazuya used that time to slip out of bed to grab a washcloth and a bowl of water.
He wiped Eijun’s body thoroughly and carefully while making sure he doesn’t wake up. His breathing finally stabilized and he seemed to be relaxed after all that. Miyuki took extra caution as he cleaned Eijun’s ass and legs. Good thing that Seidou’s training camp was over or else Kataoka will have their heads. Kazuya slipped him into one of his sweatshirts and boxers before he took a bath himself.
He kissed the Eijun’s crown before pulling him close. “Hey, Eijun, will you live with me?” he whispered against his hair. That night, they slept peacefully into each other’s arms without anything to worry about.
That is, until Miyuki’s teammates caught wind of his girlfriend.
To be continued…