miyusawa, miyuki kazuya, & sawamura eijun one shots

first date | sawamura eijun

(y/n)= your first name, (l/n)= your last name, (f/n)= friend's name
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It was Sunday afternoon and you were currently laying down on your bed, humming the tune to one of your favorite songs. As you were enjoying the peacefulness, your senpai, best friend, and roommate barged into the room. When she saw you laying on your bed and looking like a bum, she became furious.

"(L/n) (y/n), WHY ARE YOU STILL LAYING IN BED AND LOOKING LIKE SOME BUM?!" (F/n) screamed.

You gave her a simple and lazy response, "Because I can."

"B-BUT YOU HAVE A DATE IN A COUPLE HOURS," she gaped at you.

"And your point is?" You asked as you looked at her with such a nonchalant look in your eyes that it caused her to slump her shoulders and sigh.

"What the hell did that guy even see in you?" You gave her a sharp glare, which she just ignored. (F/n) then smirked, causing you to back up a couple steps. You knew that look, and you knew it meant trouble when your best friend had that look glued to her face. She chuckled, "If you don't let me dress you up for your date, then I'll just have to tell Sawamura-kun about everything you have written in your diary about him. Hohoho," She laughed and started to flutter her eyelashes, reciting something you had wrote in your diary, "'Oh Sawamura, your golden eyes always captivate me, and your smile makes me smile. Your laugh makes my heart feel like it's going to explode. The way you're determined to become the ace makes me like you all the more. When I watch you play, it's like time stops. You're so stunning on the mound and so confident' blah, blah, blah. I could go on if you would like me to," she gave you a smug smirk, one that could match that shit-eating catcher.

"Miyuki-kun and (f/n) are perfect for each other," you whispered, rolling your eyes.

Your best friend glared at you with so much annoyance and said, "That cocky, shit-eating, twisted catcher would be the last person on this planet that I would ever even consider dating!" She was blushing, and you knew it was a lie.

You shrugged, "Well, I can see it, and I ship it."

She glared at you, "Do you want me to tell Sawamura-kun the stuff in your diary, or do you want to get dressed up for your date?"

"Alright, alright, fine," you huffed.

"Well," (f/n) clapped her hands, giving you a cheshire cat smile and continuing, "let's get you ready for this date then!"

"Y-yes, ma'am!" You stuttered, scared of what your best friend was going to put you through in this next hour and a half.

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Meanwhile, Sawamura was in his room with Kuramochi, reading a book called "The Secret to Becoming the Ace."

"Oi, Sawamura, don't you have a date in an hour?" Kuramochi asked his roommate.

"Yep," was the boy's simple reply.

"Shouldn't you get ready then?" The regular shortstop asked, tilting his head like an adorable puppy.

"I'm already dressed," the southpaw pitcher once again replied, flipping to the next page of his book.

Kuramochi grew irritated and tackled his younger roommate, putting him in a headlock while yelling, "BAKA! YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT'S OKAY FOR YOU TO WEAR ON A DATE?!"