Title: the distance between Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu / Miyuki Kazuya Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 748 Remix Permission: Yes (See Permissions Sheet)
Chris dried his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. He had just started to root around in his drawer when his phone rang. Chris reached over and answer. He set his phone down on the stand as Miyuki came into view.
“Good morning.”
Miyuki looked him up and down. “Yes, it is.”
Chris laughed softly as he continued to gather up his clothes for the day. After years of rivalry and friendship, it was still a little unbelievable that this was their relationship now.
“Did you purposefully call at this time?”
Chris glanced over his shoulder and Miyuki arched an eyebrow at him. “Did I purposefully call when I knew you’d be getting back from your run but before you had to go to class with the hope of catching you right after you showered? I’m good, but not that good.”
“I had to ask,” replied Chris. “With you, I never know.”
Miyuki smirked. “I’m flattered.”
“Was there a reason you were calling?”
“Yeah, actually, I was wondering what your opinion was about Tanaguchi.”
At that, Chris put down the shirt he had been holding and crossed the room. He sat down on his bed and picked up the phone. He wanted to see the look on Miyuki’s face when he asked,
“You want to know my opinion about Tanaguchi?”
Miyuki’s smirk went a little unsure around the edges. “Yeah.”
“The pitcher you’re going to be facing in about...six hours.”
“Ah, yeah…”
Chris shook his head. He could feel the loose drops fall from his hair on to his shoulders. There was no way Miyuki would be so ill prepared for an upcoming game.
“You know, you don’t have to come up with an excuse to call.”
Miyuki glanced away. A faint blush rising on his cheeks. And Chris felt a familiar ache in his chest at the sight. The one that reminded him that they always had terrible timing.
The fight for the starting catcher spot that Miyuki had hoped for in High School had never manifested--cut short by Chris’ shoulder injury.
The tentative dance that they had been in for years. Years of late night phone calls and last-minute meals. Years of coming up with excuses to talk to each other, to see each other. Years of coming up with excuses for why neither of them had ever acted on their increasingly obvious attraction.
“Old habits, I guess,” replied Miyuki with a shrug. “Do you have any idea how many times I borrowed a scorebook from you as an excuse to talk?”
“What about the time you asked me to teach Sawamura the out-low?”
“I mean getting you back in the training room was nice, but mostly I needed you to teach Sawamura the out-low.”
Chris laughed. “We figured it out eventually.”
“You mean you figured it out,” replied Miyuki. “I’m still mad that you made the first move.”
“It’s not a competition.”
“Isn’t everything?”
They had been caught in the rain and had stopped under an awning. And Miyuki had looked so sad and so pathetic as he shivered so badly his teeth chattered. And Chris couldn’t help but pull him in close. To close the distance between them.
The kiss they shared was shaky. Literally. And Chris realized he was shaking too. Either from the cold or from the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him.
They pulled away laughing.
And Miyuki had pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before taking his hand and together they ran through the rain.
And two weeks later Miyuki had left for Spring Training in Okinawa.
“Watch out for Tanaguchi’s slider,” said Chris absently. “He’s been retooling it.”
The grin that Miyuki gave him said he already knew that but was still glad to hear it. “Are you still going to give me pointers after your drafted?”
Chris returned the smile. “Nope. It’s a competition after all.”
“I’m going to have to come up with something else to talk to you about.”
“You have to do that anyway,” replied Chris drly.
Miyuki laughed. “I miss you.”
“I’m right here.”
That wasn’t really the answer Miyuki was looking for and it wasn’t really the answer Chris wanted to give--
But Miyuki smiled back at him in a way that Chris had been waiting for years to see.
Fill: Team Grandstand, T
Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu / Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 748
Remix Permission: Yes (See Permissions Sheet)
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Chris dried his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. He had just started to root around in his drawer when his phone rang. Chris reached over and answer. He set his phone down on the stand as Miyuki came into view.
“Good morning.”
Miyuki looked him up and down. “Yes, it is.”
Chris laughed softly as he continued to gather up his clothes for the day. After years of rivalry and friendship, it was still a little unbelievable that this was their relationship now.
“Did you purposefully call at this time?”
Chris glanced over his shoulder and Miyuki arched an eyebrow at him. “Did I purposefully call when I knew you’d be getting back from your run but before you had to go to class with the hope of catching you right after you showered? I’m good, but not that good.”
“I had to ask,” replied Chris. “With you, I never know.”
Miyuki smirked. “I’m flattered.”
“Was there a reason you were calling?”
“Yeah, actually, I was wondering what your opinion was about Tanaguchi.”
At that, Chris put down the shirt he had been holding and crossed the room. He sat down on his bed and picked up the phone. He wanted to see the look on Miyuki’s face when he asked,
“You want to know my opinion about Tanaguchi?”
Miyuki’s smirk went a little unsure around the edges. “Yeah.”
“The pitcher you’re going to be facing in about...six hours.”
“Ah, yeah…”
Chris shook his head. He could feel the loose drops fall from his hair on to his shoulders. There was no way Miyuki would be so ill prepared for an upcoming game.
“You know, you don’t have to come up with an excuse to call.”
Miyuki glanced away. A faint blush rising on his cheeks. And Chris felt a familiar ache in his chest at the sight. The one that reminded him that they always had terrible timing.
The fight for the starting catcher spot that Miyuki had hoped for in High School had never manifested--cut short by Chris’ shoulder injury.
The tentative dance that they had been in for years. Years of late night phone calls and last-minute meals. Years of coming up with excuses to talk to each other, to see each other. Years of coming up with excuses for why neither of them had ever acted on their increasingly obvious attraction.
“Old habits, I guess,” replied Miyuki with a shrug. “Do you have any idea how many times I borrowed a scorebook from you as an excuse to talk?”
“What about the time you asked me to teach Sawamura the out-low?”
“I mean getting you back in the training room was nice, but mostly I needed you to teach Sawamura the out-low.”
Chris laughed. “We figured it out eventually.”
“You mean you figured it out,” replied Miyuki. “I’m still mad that you made the first move.”
“It’s not a competition.”
“Isn’t everything?”
They had been caught in the rain and had stopped under an awning. And Miyuki had looked so sad and so pathetic as he shivered so badly his teeth chattered. And Chris couldn’t help but pull him in close. To close the distance between them.
The kiss they shared was shaky. Literally. And Chris realized he was shaking too. Either from the cold or from the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him.
They pulled away laughing.
And Miyuki had pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before taking his hand and together they ran through the rain.
And two weeks later Miyuki had left for Spring Training in Okinawa.
“Watch out for Tanaguchi’s slider,” said Chris absently. “He’s been retooling it.”
The grin that Miyuki gave him said he already knew that but was still glad to hear it. “Are you still going to give me pointers after your drafted?”
Chris returned the smile. “Nope. It’s a competition after all.”
“I’m going to have to come up with something else to talk to you about.”
“You have to do that anyway,” replied Chris drly.
Miyuki laughed. “I miss you.”
“I’m right here.”
That wasn’t really the answer Miyuki was looking for and it wasn’t really the answer Chris wanted to give--
But Miyuki smiled back at him in a way that Chris had been waiting for years to see.
“I know.”
“Can I call you after the game?” asked Chris.
“Yeah,” replied Miyuki. “I’ll be right here.”