Title: Trip Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun Additional Characters: None Fandom: Daiya Major Tags: None Other Tags:only one bed, trip overseas, hotel setting, future fic but canon compliant, profesional baseball players AU, Miyuki POV Word Count: 695 words Remix Permission:See Permissions Sheet
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This wasn’t the first time that they were both sent on a trip together. As a battery, they were pretty much considered a package deal anyway. It also very much wasn’t the first time that they would be sharing a room ever since their days at Seido. Not that it bothered them, they had known each other for ten years already and their chemistry certainly played a lot in their great teamwork, and apparently also in requests that they be interviewed together.
Maybe Kazuya should have felt happiness at the closeness, but considering how much deeper than friendship his feelings actually ran, it had started to wear his patience thin. He couldn’t seem to spend a day without Eijun as he was a constant in both his professional and personal lifes.
Kazuya took the magnetic card the receptionist had left on the desk and he sighed before going to meet his partner at the elevators. The idiot was smiling, if only a bit nervously.
“So, Miyuki, how did it go ?”
He gave him a look.
“It’s just a check-in, stupid. How do you think it went ?”
“Well, I don’t know ! It’s America, they must be doing things differently there, no ?”
They climbed into the elevator with their small luggage for their albeit small journey abroad.
“I don’t think this applies to something mostly tourists would do.”
“But don’t tourists mostly do things that would go differently in their country when they’re abroad ?”
Sometimes, Eijun really baffled him with his simile thinking that really was just idiocy in disguise.
“You’re thinking too much - Wow, I never thought I would say that about you.”
He got hit in the arm just as the doors opened at their floor and they started heading to their room.
“Rude, Miyuki. Well I really can’t wait to hit the sack, I was two seconds away from jumping out of the plane.”
“That was big for you. So many hours, confined in a flying metal object, forced to behave.”
“Stop. Don’t even mention that I feel like I’ll develop PTSD.”
Kazuya chuckled while he stopped at the door 521 and slid it to open it. The light went green and the door opened to what he could only describe as his personal hell.
The room itself was fine. More than fine actually since it was clearly more upscale than what they had been used to in Japan. And so much more spacious too, thought Kazuya thought that it would be normal that there would be more space considering that this time, the sight of one bed greeted them.
Only. One. Single. Bed.
Kazuya’s brain momentarily stopped functioning. One ? As in the first number ? The first divisible number ? The number of children his parents had in total unless his father had been hiding things from him ? The number of brain cells Eijun works with at the same time ?
On his left, Eijun let out a deflated, nervous voice.
“Wow, that sure is a big bed.”
As his mind restarted, he couldn’t help but agree with his pitcher’s statement. He had heard that everything was bigger in America and seeing the skyscrapers, the roads, and now the king-sized bed, he was starting to think that this might not just be a stereotype.
He briefly wondered what Eijun thought of that and he considered looking at him briefly since he could always read him like an open book but dismissed the idea, terrified of what he would find.
In an effort at normalness, he picked out his suitcase again and rolled it inside. He heard Eijun mimicking him and he took a deep breath. He had to defuse the situation or they would keep moving like robots forever. He stood at the opposite side of the bed.
“Well, at least like this, there’s no risks you’ll kick me in your sleep, and if you do, I’ll know you were doing it on purpose. I’m gonna say it right now : I won’t hesitate to push you out.”
He finally looked at the pitcher and smiled at the offended look. In some corner of his mind, he filed away the redness he had noticed on Eijun’s face.
FILL : TEAM WITH THE WIND, T
Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: only one bed, trip overseas, hotel setting, future fic but canon compliant, profesional baseball players AU, Miyuki POV
Word Count: 695 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
Hope this works !
***
This wasn’t the first time that they were both sent on a trip together. As a battery, they were pretty much considered a package deal anyway. It also very much wasn’t the first time that they would be sharing a room ever since their days at Seido. Not that it bothered them, they had known each other for ten years already and their chemistry certainly played a lot in their great teamwork, and apparently also in requests that they be interviewed together.
Maybe Kazuya should have felt happiness at the closeness, but considering how much deeper than friendship his feelings actually ran, it had started to wear his patience thin. He couldn’t seem to spend a day without Eijun as he was a constant in both his professional and personal lifes.
Kazuya took the magnetic card the receptionist had left on the desk and he sighed before going to meet his partner at the elevators. The idiot was smiling, if only a bit nervously.
“So, Miyuki, how did it go ?”
He gave him a look.
“It’s just a check-in, stupid. How do you think it went ?”
“Well, I don’t know ! It’s America, they must be doing things differently there, no ?”
They climbed into the elevator with their small luggage for their albeit small journey abroad.
“I don’t think this applies to something mostly tourists would do.”
“But don’t tourists mostly do things that would go differently in their country when they’re abroad ?”
Sometimes, Eijun really baffled him with his simile thinking that really was just idiocy in disguise.
“You’re thinking too much - Wow, I never thought I would say that about you.”
He got hit in the arm just as the doors opened at their floor and they started heading to their room.
“Rude, Miyuki. Well I really can’t wait to hit the sack, I was two seconds away from jumping out of the plane.”
“That was big for you. So many hours, confined in a flying metal object, forced to behave.”
“Stop. Don’t even mention that I feel like I’ll develop PTSD.”
Kazuya chuckled while he stopped at the door 521 and slid it to open it. The light went green and the door opened to what he could only describe as his personal hell.
The room itself was fine. More than fine actually since it was clearly more upscale than what they had been used to in Japan. And so much more spacious too, thought Kazuya thought that it would be normal that there would be more space considering that this time, the sight of one bed greeted them.
Only. One. Single. Bed.
Kazuya’s brain momentarily stopped functioning. One ? As in the first number ? The first divisible number ? The number of children his parents had in total unless his father had been hiding things from him ? The number of brain cells Eijun works with at the same time ?
On his left, Eijun let out a deflated, nervous voice.
“Wow, that sure is a big bed.”
As his mind restarted, he couldn’t help but agree with his pitcher’s statement. He had heard that everything was bigger in America and seeing the skyscrapers, the roads, and now the king-sized bed, he was starting to think that this might not just be a stereotype.
He briefly wondered what Eijun thought of that and he considered looking at him briefly since he could always read him like an open book but dismissed the idea, terrified of what he would find.
In an effort at normalness, he picked out his suitcase again and rolled it inside. He heard Eijun mimicking him and he took a deep breath. He had to defuse the situation or they would keep moving like robots forever. He stood at the opposite side of the bed.
“Well, at least like this, there’s no risks you’ll kick me in your sleep, and if you do, I’ll know you were doing it on purpose. I’m gonna say it right now : I won’t hesitate to push you out.”
He finally looked at the pitcher and smiled at the offended look. In some corner of his mind, he filed away the redness he had noticed on Eijun’s face.