Clear

The Next Day

"My fucking God, you lovebirds are disgusting! Wake up!"

Kuramochi jumped down from his bed and hurled a pillow at the couple next to him.

Blindly parrying the pillow with his hand, Miyuki yawned groggily as his head peeked out from under the covers of Eijun's bed. He grinned as he searched for his glasses.

"Why the angry tone?" he whispered. "Is it because I still look handsome even after waking up?"

Kuramochi gestured to his room that was littered with the couple's clothing, condom wrappers, lube, and all sorts of nonsensical shit that was driving him crazy.

"The hell is this mess? Can't you guys clean up after yourselves? It smells like straight ass in here—and you had the gall to stay over?!"

Miyuki rested his glasses on his face and glanced at the time. He was quite annoyed himself with how crabby Kuramochi was being lately, especially when it came to him and Eijun.

"It's six in the morning. There's no practice today. Why are you up? Why are you yelling? Why are you mad?"

Kuramochi clenched his fists. "Because I'm not too keen on the way you guys are dating. It seems more like friends with benefits to me."

"Why's that?"

"It's just sex, sex, sex, sex! Do you even love Sawamura?"

"You know what?" Disregarding the fact that he was stark naked, Miyuki slipped out from Eijun's hold on him and walked up to Kuramochi. He lowered his eyelids and frowned. "Why the heck do you care so much about what I'm doing? Why can't you mind your business?"

Kuramochi sighed. "I don't want you to make the same mistake I did. I don't want you and him to go through my struggle." Another sigh escaped his lips as he shuffled to the door and wore his slippers. "I'll be back. This room better be clean."

The door opened and closed, briefly allowing rays of morning sunlight to fill the room. With the curtains drawn, the room was dark again as Miyuki sat on Eijun's bed.

'What does he mean by his struggle? He's not making any sense—'

A soft moan interrupted his train of thought. Turning his head, he smiled as Eijun yawned and stretched.

"Good morning, babe."

Eijun rubbed his eyes. "Morning. I thought I heard you and Mochi-senpai arguing."

"Sorry. Did we wake you up?"

"No, no. Is he mad that we had sex again?"

"Yeah. I don't get his problem."

"Me neither."

Eijun sat up and wrapped the blanket around his body. He looked around the room and cringed.

"Crap! We should really clean our mess before he kicks us out. Let's hurry!"

--

9:50 AM

Furuya drummed his fingers against his desk in frustration. He couldn't wait any longer. He desperately needed to find the person who was responsible. Last night was a start thanks to the memory that had resurfaced, but it wasn't enough.

'Everyone on the team calls me a monster rookie,' he thought, 'but that's nineteen people to choose from, not including the second and third strings. How am I going to narrow it down in time?'

--Flashback--"Don't worry, I'll be quick. No one's gonna know. We're the only people here. Tetsu-san and the others are in the other room."--Flashback End--

"Tetsu-san? Yuki-senpai?" Furuya burst up from his chair and walked out of the classroom, heading for the third floor. "Yuki-senpai must know something."

He peered through the windows of each room until he found the one where Tetsu was in. Jun was hovering over his desk, shouting as always. He slid the door open and everyone looked at him.

"What's a first-year doing here?"

"Isn't he on the baseball team?"

"Aye, he's da monster rookie!"

Yuki Tetsuya folded his arms as Furuya made his way to his desk. "What a surprise. Do you need something?" he asked.

"I need to talk to you. Now."

--

Tetsu sat on top of the staircase, his arms dangling between his legs. "I'm listening."

Furuya took a deep breath. "Did we…go anywhere a few months ago? By we, I mean the team. I'm having trouble remembering something."

The captain nodded. "The only thing I recall was the time we all went to a karaoke bar. Two months ago, we won a practice match against Yakushi and Coach Kataoka let us have the night to ourselves."

"Did anything happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Accidents or things like that."

Tetsu chuckled lightly as he reminisced about that wild night. "We got caught drinking and Coach made us run lethal laps the next day." He looked at Furuya. "Why do you ask?"

--Flashback--"Chug, chug, chug! Furuyaaaa, you can drink faster than that!"

"Take your shirt off and let senpai take care of you."--Flashback End--

Furuya put a hand over his mouth as two more memories became clear.

'I was drinking? Who was forcing me?'

"Are you okay?" Tetsu asked, his voice laced with worry. "Are you going to throw up?"

Just as Furuya was about to respond, the sound of footsteps and a familiar cackle caught his attention.

It was Miyuki.

"Furuyaaaa, again?" the bespectacled teen teased as he leaned against the railing of the staircase. "Oh, hey, Tetsu-san. I'll take it from here."

Tetsu rose a brow. "Are you sure? If he's unwell, it's my job as captain to—"

Miyuki held up his hand and nodded smugly. "I got this. I'm like, his personal caretaker thanks to Rei-chan, so it's really my job. Thank you, though."

As Tetsu left, the catcher took his place beside Furuya, the distance between them no more than an inch.

"Throwing up again?" he asked. "Seriously, are you okay?"

Furuya grimaced as he reluctantly forced the bile back down his throat, the bitter taste sending a shiver through his body. "Mind your business. Why are you so close to me?"

"Because," Miyuki said as he wrapped his arm around his shoulder, "you're hiding that you're sick and it's getting on my nerves. If you collapse one day, what am I supposed to do? Say that I didn't notice? No one's gonna buy that, so why don't you come clean and tell me, monster rookie?"

--Flashback--"Hey, monster rookie! Drink up! Come onnnnn, don't be such a wuss! I'm begging you, just this once! You'll feel good! I promise!"--Flashback End--

Gasping, Furuya smacked Miyuki's hand from his shoulder. "Get away from me! Get away!"

He scrambled to his feet and ran down the stairs, brushing past Eijun.

Miyuki sat there in mild confusion as he stared at his boyfriend. "Well, that backfired. What are you doing here?"

Eijun pouted. "I was looking all over for you! What were you two talking about?"

"It's a secret."

"Jeez! You always do that! It's not fair!"

--

Five Minutes Later

"Miyuki Kazuya?" Nurse Akagi echoed. "The handsome sophomore with glasses and a snarky attitude? It's him?"

Furuya nodded confidently. His palms were sweaty and his breaths were hurried as the memories finally pieced together like a puzzle.

"I remember everything now," he said. "I feel so stupid. How could I have let that happen to me? Why him? Why Miyuki-senpai? Why would he do that to me? Why—"

Nurse Akagi rubbed soothing circles on his back as she simultaneously threaded her fingers through his hair.

"It's going to be okay. It's okay. Calm down, Furuya-kun. Everything's going to be alright. If you'd like, you can tell me what happened that night."

Furuya bit his lip as he closed his eyes, reorganizing his memories into the proper sequence.

--

Two Months Ago - Masuda's Karaoke Bar

"Cheers!" Jun shouted.

The second and third years of the Seido Baseball Team chugged their cans of beer as fast as they could. Miyuki finished first and slammed his can against the table.

"Ha! Beat that!"

Tanba Koichiro wiped his mouth. "I really don't like you. Always trying to outdo others. You shouldn't even be drinking, minor."

Kuramochi shrugged, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. "We're all minors, so it ain't really a problem. Let's just have fun while we can. Who's gonna sing first?"

"Me." Masuko Tooru got up from his seat and entered a song on the control pad. As the song began, he picked up a microphone and cleared his throat. "Ugah, ugaaahhh, ugaaah!"

Maezono Kenta and Kawakami Norifumi burst into a fit of laughter. "His stomach is s-s-singing for him! Haha! You can't be serious!"

Tetsu clapped along to the song, a pleased look on his face. "I always knew you had it in you, Masuko. Your voice is splendid."

"Stop with the sarcasm!" Jun pleaded. "You're gonna kill me! Hahaha!"

"I'm gonna piss my pants 'cause of you guys!" Miyuki said between laughs. "I'm gonna use the bathroom."

"Hurry back!" Kuramochi yelled after him. "You're up after Tanba!"

--

Furuya sighed as he unzipped his pants and relieved himself. "I seriously don't want to be here. Why did Coach let us go out? I'd rather be practicing—"

"Monster rookieeee!" a voice rang out. "You're taking a piss, too? Looks like I'll have some company."

The pitcher averted his eyes as an inebriated Miyuki took a leak next to him. "Senpai, you guys really shouldn't be drinking. You look terrible."

The catcher rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. I'm freaking fine. You first-years are probably just drinking orange juice and eating fruit snacks. Such a shame. Be like us and take risks."

"No thanks." Furuya finished up, washed his hands, and walked out of the bathroom. "I'm not interested in breaking the law."

Miyuki quickly finished as well and ran after him, his vision a bit of a blur. "Come onnn, don't be such a wuss. Look." He grabbed a can of beer from the 'Free Drinks' table and cracked it open. He held it up and grinned. "Have someeee. It won't kill you."

Furuya pushed it away from his face. "I said no. I should go. Sawamura and the others are waiting for me—"

"And so is Kuramochi, but I don't care! Driiink! Matter of fact, chug the whole thing and I'll leave you alone. I'll also catch your pitches for the entire week! I promise!"

"…"

--

"Where're you going?" Kawakami asked.

Kuramochi stumbled to his feet as he made his way to the door. "Fucking Miyuki ain't here yet and I fucking told him to fucking hurry up! I'm gonna go look for him." He opened the door and sauntered out.

'He sure curses a lot when he's drunk,' Tetsu thought as he clapped along to Tanba's song. 'We're finished once we get back to Seido. Coach is going to eviscerate us.'

--

It was more than one can.

It was three.

It was more than an accidental kiss.

It was a battle for dominance, wet tongues fighting against each other in foreign mouths that were hungry to explore.

Furuya's cheeks were flushed red, his eyes occasionally drooping. He couldn't keep them open any longer. He was on the floor, half naked and vulnerable to the one and only Miyuki Kazuya. He was in too much of a daze to panic or process what was going on. Moans escaped his lips as Miyuki buried himself deeper inside of him.

With the door to the empty karaoke room ajar, anyone could pass by and see them. Furuya subconsciously knew that this wasn't a good sight, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was falling victim to Miyuki's gentle yet powerful thrusts.

He didn't want him to stop.

"S-Senpai…harder…"

'He's completely wasted,' Miyuki thought as he fulfilled his demands. 'It feels nothing like Eijun, but it's satisfactory.'

With a few more strokes and a shaky, high-pitched moan from Furuya, Miyuki grunted as he came inside of him. "Fuck," he panted. "Sorry that I couldn't pull out in time."

Furuya wiped the sweat from his brow as he shook his head. His body was still trembling with pleasure, a feeling that he swore to never forget.

"It's okay. Let's just clean up and get back."

Miyuki leaned down and kissed Furuya's neck softly.

"Sure."

--Flashback End--

"I think that's it."

Nurse Akagi scribbled some notes onto a sheet of paper. "Thank you for being brave and telling me," she said. "Now all that's left is to tell Miyuki-kun, right?"

Furuya's heart skipped a beat. "I know, but it feels all too soon. I don't want to burden him. Even though it's his responsibility."

"I understand how you feel, but it's the only way to get closure on why he did that to you. If anything happens, don't be afraid to let me know. Good luck, monster rookie."

--

11:25 PM

Furuya gulped as he approached the indoor field. His throat was dry and his knees were weak, but he fought to keep his composure. Why was he so nervous in the first place? All he had to do was tell Miyuki and then he could make his decision.

That was it.

Reaching the field, he watched silently as Miyuki practiced his catching and throwing from a machine, his body glistening with sweat.

'Even at this time of night, he's still hard at practice,' he thought.

Miyuki felt a pair of eyes on him and looked at the doorway. "Ah, my second favorite freshman!" he greeted. "Don't just stand there, come in."

Furuya walked inside, the sand crunching beneath him. The two of them were alone, exactly what he needed.

"I have something to tell you."

Miyuki lifted his mitt to his mouth. "Oh? Is it an apology for smacking my hand earlier? If so, then save it. I'm not mad."

"It's not that! Miyuki-senpai, I'm…"

Three Minutes Ago

A vein popped on Kuramochi's forehead as he kicked a box of condoms from underneath his desk.

"Fucking Miyuki!" he hissed quietly, taking into account that Eijun was asleep. "I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind! I know his ass is practicing somewhere!"

He snatched the box up and stormed out of his room. "That four-eyed prick thinks he can do whatever he wants. He needs to learn before he gets himself in trouble."

Seeing that the lights were on in the indoor field, Kuramochi headed in that direction. As he got closer, he squinted as he saw Furuya and Miyuki standing near the machines.

'What's Furuya doing here at this time? He better not be overworking himself, too.'

Miyuki lifted his mitt to his mouth. "Oh? Is it an apology for smacking my hand earlier? If so, then save it. I'm not mad."

Kuramochi waved the box in the air. "Miyuki, you forgot your damn—"

Furuya lowered his head. "It's not that! Miyuki-senpai…I'm pregnant…and it's yours."

"…What?"