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[Miyuki peers around his apartment, memories slowly coming back, some faster than others. He takes a deep breath- how long had he been gone? Did time work differently? He's not exactly a science fiction buff, but he thinks that sort of thing might be likely in the case of alternate universes and other dimensions.

He hopes it hasn't been long. Looking at the seemingly empty apartment-- well, his chest hurts at the thought of who he left behind.]

Hello?

[A pause- a rare moment of hesitation.]

Su-- Koushi?

[ losing kazuya was... a blow.

maybe he should have expected it, maybe he should have tried to better prepare for the possibility (inevitability?), but... the truth is, it caught him completely off-guard. and he's been struggling through every following day in a thick sort of haze, knowing that there's a deep and aching grief waiting just beyond this numb insulation blanket of shock. suga's never been a pessimist, but there's a part of him that can't help but wonder -- is this how it's going to be in amoi? every time he opens his heart up to someone, they'll just... vanish?

he hasn't been able to stay by himself in the empty apartment ever since kazuya stopped coming home. thankfully, itsuki and mei have been kind enough to take him in; bundling up in the bed in a warm tangle of mei's limbs at least makes the night more bearable, and there's a certain solace in being close to someone who misses miyuki as much as he does. honestly, he was hoping that (maybe) this was all just temporary, that miyuki would show up any moment with a laugh and an easy excuse for where he's been, but... finally, the time has come to face facts. which is why suga's currently in miyuki's (former) apartment, slowly packing away his clothes and other scant possessions into a bag. he'll spend another few nights with itsuki and mei, let himself soak up as much comfort as he can, and then... it's back to midas, probably. the idea of another broken pet contract is honestly just too much to stand.

suga's been doing his best to put on a (relatively) brave face, but. here, alone in the apartment, slowly stripping himself out of the place, the tears are trying to fight their way to the surface. and when he hears a voice out in the hall, he assumes it's itsuki or mei come to look for him -- he quickly scrubs an arm across his eyes to hopefully erase all signs that he's been crying. ]

In here! [ his best attempt at a bright voice, even though it falls pretty short. ] I'm almost done.

[Miyuki can recognize that false bravado- he can recognize when a smile doesn't reach Suga's eyes, when he's trying hard to put on a front, when he doesn't want to show just how down he's feeling.

And that's why Miyuki runs- he sprints like he's going for home, like it's the bottom of the 9th with 2 outs and one more run to tie the game. He sprints like it's the last game until nationals- he sprints like the guy he loves is hurting, and he knows exactly why.

He must have been gone just long enough.

He turns on his heel into the bedroom. It takes a split second to see Suga, another second to realize he's packing, and another to realize why.

But he wastes no more time in running forward, arms wrapping around Suga from behind, face buried in Suga's neck, chest bursting with emotion.]

Koushi- I'm sorry.

[ he's packed up everything he owns -- plus a few items of clothing that belong to kazuya, just so he can bury his face in them and pretend that he's still here -- and getting to his feet. if someone's already come to find him, that must mean he's lingered here longer than he means to, and he doesn't want to make itsuki or mei worry. being trapped here in amoi tends to be enough of a hardship without having to look after someone else, after all.

so he's just brushing off the knees of his pants and preparing to head out again when -- ]

-- ?!

[ he nearly jumps right out of his skin when strong arms wrap around him from behind, startling at the sudden embrace. but before he gets a chance to properly react, there's a familiar voice in his ear, and. his heart nearly stops, squeezing so hard in his chest that it's nearly painful. immediately, he's trying to squirm and turn himself around, struggling to see for himself and confirm. it can't be; it's too good to be true -- ]

Kazuya?!

Yeah. It's me. I'm sorry for leaving-

[He allows enough wiggle room for Suga to turn in his arms, presses his forehead to Suga's even as his catcher's helmet slides back on his head.

He holds him so close, so tight. He wants to kiss him but doesn't feel like he deserves the right.]

-I'm so sorry, so sorry. I can't apologize enough. I don't know what happened, I don't know how long I've been gone, but I'm back now. If you'll have me- please stay.

[ for a moment, suga can't... do anything. he can't answer him, can scarcely even breathe; he just clings blindly to miyuki like he'll disappear the moment that he lets go, breath catching around the sharp lump in his throat.

none of this feels real. is it a dream? some kind of hallucination? maybe he's sick and didn't realize it, maybe he'll wake up at any moment to an empty bed and the reality that miyuki is still gone, maybe --

but miyuki is still squeezing him tightly, murmuring apologies and please stay into suga's hair, and... finally, trying to answer, suga's voice breaks on a choked little sob. ] ... I thought you were gone.

[ and now the tears are stinging at his eyes in earnest, bleeding into miyuki's shirt when suga presses his face into the other boy's shoulder. ] I thought I lost you.

[Miyuki doesn't think he has ever felt worse. He doesn't think he's ever felt like he wanted to take something back, doesn't think he's ever felt so much regret. He's never, ever cared so much about someone else's feelings.

He doesn't let his hold loosen. He isn't a out to let Suga go again.]

I'm here... I'm not leaving again unless you go first.

[He...has no idea how he can promise that. But he's gonna try his hardest. He's wanted to look into this, so now he definitely wants to.

He doesn't care about staying in Amoi, so he's gonna find a way to stay with Suga as long as possible. ]

I'll find a way back to you.

... you promise?

[ voice thick with tears, fingers clutching desperate fistfuls of miyuki's shirt.

there's a part of him that knows it's impossible for miyuki to promise him something like that, but... suga doesn't care. he trusts miyuki, believes in him like any good vice-captain should believe in their captain. and if miyuki tells him that he'll always find a way back to him, that he won't let them be apart, then... suga puts his faith in that. he wants to believe that it's true. ]

I th-thought... I thought I'd never see you again, and I...

[ his breath hiccups on another one of those little sobs, arms squeezing even more tightly around the other boy. holding onto him like he never plans on letting go. ] ... I thought I'd never get to tell you that I love you, too.

[Blink. Blink.

It's like time freezes, like his brain shuts down. Because he can't believe what he just heard. Maybe he's dreaming after all? One of those many dreams he's had ever since confessing to Suga that birthday night? Has he been dreaming this whole time?

He stares, wide-eyed...

His brain slowly works through the words, parses through the sincerity...he can't believe it. How the hell does someone like Suga like- love someone like him?]

Wait...really?

[He doesn't let go but he does place a hand on Suga's cheek instead of against his back.]

Can I kiss you?

[ his heart feels like thunder in his chest, but he doesn't regret saying the words. not for a second. because, even though missing kazuya had been agony, the worst of the ache was the knowledge that the other boy had gone without ever knowing that suga felt the same way about him. that he loved him too.

... this feels like a second chance, and suga isn't about to waste it. (even if opening himself up this much is more than a little terrifying.)

but he blinks when miyuki puts a hand on his cheek, lifting his head just enough to be able to look up at him. and then -- he can't help the (surprised) little laugh that escapes him at the question that follows, shifting until he's able to wrap his arms around miyuki's broad shoulders. ] What kind of a question is that?

[ and now he's smiling up at him, even though his eyes are still shining with tears. ] You can kiss me as much as you want.

[ especially because suga beats him to the punch, leaning up on tiptoes to press their mouths gently together. ]

[As soon as their lips touch, it's like coming back home. The buildup of nervousness and regret immediately seep from his body, and he melts into Suga as if he'd never been away. He doesn't think much time passed for him, but he can tell enough time has passed for Suga. And he wants to make up for it, make it up to him, blow his mind away and erase the memories of loneliness and fear.

His hands find Suga's hips- and he slowly leads Suga back against the bed until the other's knees hit up against the mattress. He guides the other down, gentle but so very, very desperate to get the other out of his clothes and under his body. He wants to kiss every inch of him, chase after every beauty mark.

He licks up into Suga's mouth, sighing and gasping into him. Once he's got Suga back on the bed, he brings a knee up, cages the other with his body. He can almost taste the other's sadness, his worry, his heartache- but even better, he can taste the adoration and, uh.

Uh...

Love.]

[ likewise, suga melts into him almost immediately, closing his eyes and leaning into him with a soft sound of contentment. it's only been a week since he's been able to touch miyuki like this, but it feels like a lifetime -- maybe because he was so certain that he'd never have the chance to touch him again. so he slides one hand up to cradle the back of miyuki's skull, opening his mouth up to a deeper kiss with a blissed out little sigh.

and he's more than willing to let himself be herded gently back onto the bed, going willingly when kazuya pushes him down onto the mattress. especially because it means that he gets kazuya on top of him, caging him in with his body, until it feels like he's wrapped up completely in him. there's no outside world, there's only this, only them.

it's exactly what he wants.

so he moans a low sound into kazuya's mouth at the feeling of the other boy's tongue sliding slick and wet against his, arching up into him greedily. it's amazing just to be able to touch him, to be surrounded by his warmth -- and he can't help but want more. that's why he breaks the kiss only just long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side before he reaches up and pulls miyuki back down for another longer, lingering kiss. ]

[Even being away from... from Koushi for just a moment is quiet torture- not really for his own sake, but for Koushi's. He wants to heal the wound he's made. If staying close like this is what helps, he'll stay for as long as possible, until Koushi shoves him away.

His hands are already sliding across milky smooth skin, moving across all the areas he knows are most sensitive to touch. Even with going back, his mind full of baseball once more and his memories of Amoi gone static, he still remembers each and every spot. His body moves automatically, like he has Koushi's body memorized, like loving Koushi like this is pure intuition and instinct.]

I love you. [He manages to whisper out the same phrase he accidentally uttered weeks before, the phrase that got swept under the rug when he hit his head and started bleeding, the feelings that never got addressed until now. It feels so wonderful, being so frank like this, being able to say it so openly... It feels so wonderful, knowing it's returned.]

I love you.

[ he gasps into the kiss as kazuya's hands slide up and over his skin, the callouses on the other boy's fingers tickling over each and every sensitive spot. and suga can't help but arch up into him, encouraging more of those touches, trying to open himself up so that kazuya can touch him everywhere. anywhere.

and he tries to take the moment that the kiss breaks as an opportunity to catch his breath all over again, but --

i love you.

those three little words hit him like an absolute tidal wave, making his heart surge in his chest and sending his stomach flip-flopping over onto itself. immediately, a lump swells back up in his throat all over again -- almost like he's on the verge of breaking down into tears once more, but this time out of sheer happiness.

i love you. i love you. i love you..

suga's not even entirely sure whether it's kazuya repeating the words to him -- over and over again, whispering them into his skin like a mantra -- or whether it's his own mind just replaying the blissful sound of it. love. kazuya loves him. it's amazing, it's incredible, it makes his entire body feel so full of a radiant kind of joy that he's half-afraid he might burst. he wants to cry, or laugh, or... do something that gets this feeling out, so: ] I love you too.

I love you, Kazuya. [ kissing along his skin, everywhere and anywhere that his mouth can reach. ]

[Other than anything involving baseball, Miyuki is pretty sure this is the best thing that's ever happened to him. He doesn't remember ever feeling so happy, so content. The words "I love you" haven't meant anything to him in so long, not since he was much, much smaller with only vague memories of a kind woman with thing fingers. He doesn't want to ever let this go, not now that he has it in the palm of his hand, close to his chest. Not now that he has Koushi spread out under him, open and trusting.

At the same time, he's afraid of so many things. What if he leaves again? What if he hurts Koushi? What if, what if, what if.

Luckily, hearing Koushi whisper I love you back so often- well, it's a good enough distraction. He moves from mouth to cheek, where he finds that little beauty mark he's kissed countless times before. He moves down to Koushi's jaw, presses his lips up along the sharp line of it.

All the while, he doesn't cease in telling Koushi over and over again all the things he likes about him: his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his skin, his hair, his heart, his- everything.]

[ it feels like he's drowning in the best of ways, utterly swallowed up in this tide of emotions. hearing kazuya tell him all the things about him that he loves is enough to make him dizzy -- it really drives home the fact that he loves him, that all of this is real. and it's... almost too good to be true.

the person that he's in love with loves him back. is there anything better than that?

still, suga can't resist the urge to try and get closer -- he tugs impatiently at kazuya's shirt, trying to pull it off of him. he wants to be as close as he possibly can, wants to feel skin against skin. he wants to touch him, wants to memorize each and every inch of him until the details are burned into his heart. maybe the saying about wanting to be one with someone is cliche, but... it's how he feels. he wants to be so close to kazuya that there isn't any room for even the smallest breath of space between them, wants to be so tangled up in him that he gets lost. ]

Kazuya...

[As much as he hates being away from Koushi, he decides it's worth the sacrifice. He sits up properly for a moment, tossing off his light catcher's gear, and--

--shit, this is actually hard to do on his own. A bit flustered, he turns his back to Koushi, grumbles:] Mind helping me with these straps?

[Leave it to Miyuki Kazuya to ruin the entire mood. But there's also some thrill in having Koushi undress him, too. He's already anticipating the other's soft touch, maybe kisses up his neck or something. And once Koushi's little present is all unwrapped, they can finally press their skin together.]

[ he blinks a little, a bit taken out of the moment by the question, but --

honestly, he can't help but laugh. there he is, this is the guy that he loves.

so he pushes himself up into a sitting position and trails his fingertips playfully down the other boy's back, leaning forward to press a gentle open-mouthed kiss to the nape of his neck. ] You know, it was a lot easier to get you out of that volleyball uniform last time.

Not that you don't look good in this, too.

[ it's pretty easy to gently pluck the straps loose, meaning that he doesn't have to focus all his attention on his hands. instead, he can kiss and nuzzle at miyuki's neck to his heart's content, breathing in the sweet and familiar scent of his skin. and once he's got the straps loose, he can push them away, sliding his fingers up miyuki's back and splaying his hands there. he's warm and alive and real, and it still gives suga a secret thrill of joy just to be able to touch him again. it's been so long... ]

Yeah? Don't you think it all just looks better off?

[Feeling a little better at having ruined the mood, Miyuki turns again to wrap around Koushi, to kiss him, to push him back on the mattress where it's easiest to get to all of Koushi. And when he hikes himself up again, he brings a knee up between Koushi's legs, pressing right up against him. And it feels so damn good knowing Koushi's just as hard as he is.

He quickly sheds the last of everything: his shirt, his uniform pants, his helmet, his brace- and takes a moment to just. Look at Koushi.]

How the hell did I get so lucky.

[Cause, damn, Koushi is way out of his league and a way better man than Miyuki deserves. But he leans down- steals another kiss.]

Well, I never said having it off wasn't my favorite...

[ and he's giggling even as miyuki turns around to sweep him up into his arms all over again, tumbling back down onto the mattress with him in a happy tangle of limbs. it's hard not to smile when everything inside of him is bubbling up with a wild and bright sort of joy; there's a part of him that definitely understands the old cliche about being so in love that you want to shout it from the rooftops.

... then again, shouting from the rooftops would mean having to get out of bed, and it's pretty damn hard to do that when kazuya is kissing him breathless and rubbing a knee right up between his legs. instead, he can't help but moan and rock his hips forward clumsily into miyuki's thigh, seeking that friction all over again. ]

... I'd tell you, but... [ he's flushed pink, more than a little breathless, but still managing a smile. ] You'd probably fuss at me.

Mm, you're right- I already want to change the subject to something better. Like you-

[Normally, he'd want to jump right into the fun part, to whatever new kink he'd read about that he wanted to try. Normally, he'd get straight to wrapping his mouth around Koushi, make him sing. But even as his body burns with desire, he still takes his time. He still chases after every mole, makes sure he doesn't leave a patch of skin go unkissed. He takes his time working on Koushi, getting him hard.

For the first time, it really feels like they have forever.

He lifts Koushi up on the bed higher until he's facing Koushi's chest. He licks, he sucks- he works Suga here for a bit instead.]

[ oh.

this is --

oh.

it's new to have miyuki lingering over him like this, kissing every inch of his skin like he's trying to make sure there's not the slightest bit of him that goes untouched. it's not like he's ever felt unappreciated when he's in bed with kazuya, but... this is different. this feels almost like worship, gentle and reverent, and it makes suga's heart flutter and swell all over again. it's almost like kazuya is doing his absolute best to put that love into action, and...

... wow.

he reaches down and strokes his fingers adoringly through miyuki's thick mess of dark brown hair, watching him with warm eyes. ] Maybe I should tell you -- nnh -- anyway.

About how sweet you are, about how you made me fall for you.

You sure you're gonna be able to focus?

[Because if that's the case, then Miyuki will just have to do his best to interrupt Koushi entirely. It's not that he doesn't believe Koushi... he just can't really handle hearing good things about himself, honestly. He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say. How's he supposed to react to that kinda thing? When he's never been complimented quite that way in his life?

So, let's see how well Koushi can talk while Miyuki's mouthing at his nipple, tongue swiping flat and wet across each one.]

H-Hey...!

[ not that he sounds really put off, because it's pretty hard to be indignant when someone is doing that to you. every little kiss and lick and suck to his nipples makes suga squirm on the sheets, cheeks flushing even darker and breath hitching in his chest.

... and yeah, it's pretty hard to concentrate on anything when he's got this to contend with. ]

N-Now you're not playing fair...!

[Instead of responding, just just drags his teeth gently over Koushi's nipple, rolling the other under his thumb. He really, really isn't the type to extend foreplay like this... but it's actually kind of fun. It's a different way of making Koushi come undone under his fingertips, and he wonders if he can get Koushi begging for him. He can feel the other's hardness pressed up against his stomach. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't dying to get his mouth around that as soon as possible.

For now, he'll just roll his torso down against Koushi to create that littlest bit of friction. He'll hum against Koushi's chest, mischievous.]

I just like hearing you enjoy yourself.

BACKDATED TO WHEN MIYUKI ARRIVED

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