Title: field of sunflowers Ship/Character: Sawamura Eijun/Furuya Satoru Additional Characters: None Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: Pining, Introspection, Having Warm Fuzzy Feelings Remix Permission:See Permissions Sheet
Of being wrapped up in layers and layers. The cozy feeling of being bundled at odds with the cold that bit at his cheeks. His tiny mitten covered hand holding on to his grandfather’s gloved hand. His footsteps leaving impressions in the snow.
And he would pretend that he was a polar bear on a solitary adventure.
As he grew older Furyua learned to appreciate the snow. It’s quietness. It’s stillness. The way that it would blanket the world.
But there were also times when Furuya wondered if he would ever be warm again.
When the cold would seep under his layers. Stealing the warmth from his chest and the breath from his lungs. When warmth and comfort became nothing but a memory.
He was expecting a different kind of storm, a different kind of cold when he moved to Tokyo. Furuya had steadied himself in order to undertake a different kind of solitary adventure.
But here he found teammates. Here he found friends. Here he found--
“BALLS WILL GO FLYING SO THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!”
Furuya found something he never thought he would find at Seido.
He contemplated the pitcher standing on the mound. And he contemplated the warmth he felt. The warmth that reminded him of being bundled in layers and layers against the cold.
A warmth that bloomed in his chest.
Furuya had grown up in the cold so he didn’t know for sure, but as he looked out across the practice field he imagined this was what it was like…
Fill: Team Grandstand, G
Ship/Character: Sawamura Eijun/Furuya Satoru
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Pining, Introspection, Having Warm Fuzzy Feelings
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
Also posted to Ao3.
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Furuya’s earliest memories were of ice and snow.
Of being wrapped up in layers and layers. The cozy feeling of being bundled at odds with the cold that bit at his cheeks. His tiny mitten covered hand holding on to his grandfather’s gloved hand. His footsteps leaving impressions in the snow.
And he would pretend that he was a polar bear on a solitary adventure.
As he grew older Furyua learned to appreciate the snow. It’s quietness. It’s stillness. The way that it would blanket the world.
But there were also times when Furuya wondered if he would ever be warm again.
When the cold would seep under his layers. Stealing the warmth from his chest and the breath from his lungs. When warmth and comfort became nothing but a memory.
He was expecting a different kind of storm, a different kind of cold when he moved to Tokyo. Furuya had steadied himself in order to undertake a different kind of solitary adventure.
But here he found teammates. Here he found friends. Here he found--
“BALLS WILL GO FLYING SO THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!”
Furuya found something he never thought he would find at Seido.
He contemplated the pitcher standing on the mound. And he contemplated the warmth he felt. The warmth that reminded him of being bundled in layers and layers against the cold.
A warmth that bloomed in his chest.
Furuya had grown up in the cold so he didn’t know for sure, but as he looked out across the practice field he imagined this was what it was like…
Standing in a field of sunflowers.