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He hadn’t cried back then, overwhelmed by what was happening and how as the captain he felt like he had to put on a front, like he needed to be solid and strong so that his team could cry and express themselves and their happiness.
But now, alone on Seido’s field with nothing but the dark to surround him he could finally let it go, and so slowly tears after tears he started crying and as the first one hit the ground he couldn't stop them anymore, no that he really tries to.
He can’t believe they won, he can’t believe any of this is real and he can’t quite believe how lucky he is to be the captain of that team, and how proud he is of them all.
And then, of course there’s Eijun, because ever since he first walk in Seido he had been a special case, and now there’s all this feelings jumbling in him, pride of course for everything Eijun went through and for how much he grow into the pitcher he is today, but there’s also this feeling that he can’t quite put a name on, something in him that had catch in and won’t let go,
Partner, he had called him but lately it feels so much more than that. Eijun is a constant in his thoughts, every little things will bring his thoughts toward him and if had first it had been scary and overwhelming he then got used to it, he even enjoy the quiet moments he can lose himself in Eijun, watching from afar as he run head first into trouble or as he practice, ‘one more! Mochi Senpai l! One more and I stop!’ One more is never one more and most of the time Kazuya need to bring the captain card to make him stop, trying to hide the fondness in his voice while doing so.
But tonight, everything feels much more heavy on his heart, not in a bad way, he’s so happy he’s crying after all but still, being here alone when all he want is to still be in Eijun’s arms, surrounded by the scent of baseball and dirt, of Eijun and feeling his strong pitcher hands on him seems lonelier that it ever had been. When did baseball and Eijun start to become one entity? When did Eijun start taking as much space in Kazuya’s heart as baseball did?
Lost in thoughts of how much they progressed, of how hard they worked and of how much he’s proud of his team and thoughts of Eijun pull him in so deep he doesn’t realize when someone walk next to him, making him jump in surprise when he feel a hands caress his, slowly, gentle, too gentle a touch to belongs to the person touching him, who’s always loud and kind of clumsy, always running head first into everything without thinking, too gentle to belongs to Sawamura Eijun, but surprisingly it does.
There, next to him stands Sawamura, at first he doesn’t look at Kazuya but when the catcher reaches up to rub his tears away his golden eyes, always full of determination locked onto the catcher's face, and then, just as gentle as he had touched his hands, caress the tears away.
“You did good, captain.”
Is the first sentence falling out of Sawamu mouth, and it’s said gently making the tears fall once more.
“It’s true, you’re the one that led us there, you’re a very good captain and I’m so proud and happy to experience all of this with you.”
Kazuya doesn’t know what to say, can’t hide behind his smart mouth, not now that Eijun saw him cry anyway. So he let Eijun rub the tears away, let himself fall a little deeper into that feeling of rightness, because being here with Eijun had never felt more right than it does right now.
“I have to tell you something , when you threw your catcher mask and ran toward me earlier, when you hugged me all I wanted to do was kiss you, kiss you senseless for everyone to see.”
“You should have.” He barely thought it out, not using his brain to mouth filter and said the first thought that came up into his head. He’s expecting the anxiety to strike him as soon as realization of what’s happening hit him but nothing comes , nothing but that deep feeling of all of this being right.
“I’m going to kiss you now Miyuki Kazuya, I’m going to kiss you breathless and show you how proud I am to have you as a captain, as a partner .”
And he does, true to his words he takes Kazuya breath away. The kiss is everything and more, they gently move against each other, hands holding tight as they press their lips together. If winning earlier had felt good, this, this was euphoria.
The way Eijun hands move up to grab his face, to caress this hair and pull his head back so he could kiss him better, the way he can feel himself melt against the pitcher everything just felt like an exploding firework, and he needed more, more of everything, more victories with this team, more time with Eijun and more kisses because now that he had a taste he doesn’t think he can’t ever lived without them.
How lucky was he to be able to live all of this? He must be the luckiest man alive, he’s so glad he still has time with them all, that he can play more with this team and that he can have Eijun looking at him with sparks in his eye on and off the field for a little while longer.
End!