Ship/Character: Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 411 Remix Permission: Yes
The furumiyu feelings were strong tonight ❤️
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It was hard to tell during the day but much easier under the low lights of the cafeteria to pick out the more subtle features on a handsome face, Miyuki far too invested in again watching a video of the team they would be facing the following day on the television screen to notice Furuya from across the quiet space.
Furuya could just trace the edge of a slightly red mark near Miyuki’s ear under his hairline – a birthmark that was only noticeable if you focused far too hard on seeing every subtle change and shift on the catcher’s face. Yet, Furuya had made it his own secret habit to learn all Miyuki’s secret features when he thought the catcher’s attention was turned away.
Like the four soft beauty marks scattered across his neck like secret stars (many legends saying this represented the number of times a person had been reincarnated and the knowledge gained from each). Furuya liking to believe they brought him his courage, charisma, twisted charm, and heart from each of their past bearers to dwell and shape Miyuki in some way.
The way Miyuki’s ears curved softly away from his face, letting him get away with any hairstyle he pleased (although Furuya loved his current one the most…)
And the way the catcher’s lips appeared so soft, never dry or cracked from always keeping a spare tube of chapstick or two in his various school and practice bags. ’I just can’t deal with being out in the weather all day behind a damn mask if chapped lips are distracting me…’ was his reply one day when Furuya inquired further, wishing to feel just how soft those lips would feel against his own…
“Furuya, quit lurking at the edge of the room and come sit down with me. You could use a review of the opposing team’s pitcher you’re facing tomorrow too, you know?” Miyuki snarked. Furuya taking his cue to cross the room and sit right at the catcher’s side.
Not surprised at all when Miyuki reached out to run slow circles against the palm of his hand as they observed the video across from them, feeling a chill run up his spine when Miyuki’s fingers circled against his pitching calluses.
Shocked even less still when the catcher leaned over to show him just how smooth those lips were with a gentle kiss – a fire only raging even brighter within Furuya’s heart when they parted.
FILL: Team Daiya, G
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 411
Remix Permission: Yes
The furumiyu feelings were strong tonight ❤️
***
It was hard to tell during the day but much easier under the low lights of the cafeteria to pick out the more subtle features on a handsome face, Miyuki far too invested in again watching a video of the team they would be facing the following day on the television screen to notice Furuya from across the quiet space.
Furuya could just trace the edge of a slightly red mark near Miyuki’s ear under his hairline – a birthmark that was only noticeable if you focused far too hard on seeing every subtle change and shift on the catcher’s face. Yet, Furuya had made it his own secret habit to learn all Miyuki’s secret features when he thought the catcher’s attention was turned away.
Like the four soft beauty marks scattered across his neck like secret stars (many legends saying this represented the number of times a person had been reincarnated and the knowledge gained from each). Furuya liking to believe they brought him his courage, charisma, twisted charm, and heart from each of their past bearers to dwell and shape Miyuki in some way.
The way Miyuki’s ears curved softly away from his face, letting him get away with any hairstyle he pleased (although Furuya loved his current one the most…)
And the way the catcher’s lips appeared so soft, never dry or cracked from always keeping a spare tube of chapstick or two in his various school and practice bags. ’I just can’t deal with being out in the weather all day behind a damn mask if chapped lips are distracting me…’ was his reply one day when Furuya inquired further, wishing to feel just how soft those lips would feel against his own…
“Furuya, quit lurking at the edge of the room and come sit down with me. You could use a review of the opposing team’s pitcher you’re facing tomorrow too, you know?” Miyuki snarked. Furuya taking his cue to cross the room and sit right at the catcher’s side.
Not surprised at all when Miyuki reached out to run slow circles against the palm of his hand as they observed the video across from them, feeling a chill run up his spine when Miyuki’s fingers circled against his pitching calluses.
Shocked even less still when the catcher leaned over to show him just how smooth those lips were with a gentle kiss – a fire only raging even brighter within Furuya’s heart when they parted.