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There was one, out of the hundreds of benefits that came with being a professional baseball player, that seemed most important to Kazuya.
He had an entire wardrobe of team-issued clothing.
It put himself, and others, out of the atrocity that is Kazuya’s fashion sense. He stopped answering the snarky comments and started showing up everywhere in Yomiuri Giants gear, formality be damned.
But above it all, above the crude remarks about his fashion by Kuramochi, above the way his fans would publicly announce on Twitter how embarrassing his sense of style was, and above his teammates clowning him in the group chat, there was one perk to having so much team gear. Eijun would decide his own team-issued apparel “isn't the same” and bundle himself into the clothing that had Kazuya’s team embroidered on the chest, Kazuya’s last name across the back, and Kazuya’s smell permanently stuck to the fabric.
And Kazuya had the pleasure of coming home from practice to see Eijun milling about the apartment in the black of Kazuya’s Giants hoodie that has Miyuki going across his shoulder blades.
And the sight alone , makes Kazuya’s blood pump, ears ring, and heart swell with unconditional love. Because Eijun is making a protein shake in the kitchen, obviously fresh out of the shower, and padding around in fuzzy socks. It should be fucking illegal for how cute he looks when he's 26, 80 kilograms, and a grown-ass man.
Just because he can, because he's allowed to , Kazuya walks up behind Eijun and places his chin on his shoulder, looking over as Eijun cuts up bananas. “You know the Swallows also give their team hoodies, right?’
Eijun scoffs and Kazuya could feel the action under his chin, “Of course, I know Miyuki Kazuya! The only reason I'm wearing yours is because I left mine in the locker room!”
Kazuya knows that's a lie because he literally saw the said hoodie on the couch on his way to the kitchen. But he doesn't care to point that out, settling for humming and wrapping his arms around Eijun’s lean waist and muscles instantly relaxing. Who needs hot showers to relax the muscles when Eijun has the same effect?
Kazuya was so lost in the comfort of being with Eijun that he only snapped out of his tranquility when he heard the snap of a camera. He pulled his head out of the crook of Eijun’s neck just enough to see the picture Eijun just took.
Eijun had a habit of that, always taking pictures. For everything mundane, for everything extraordinary, and for everything in between. Kazuya never understood it, so when he asked Eijun about it one time, what he got took his breath away (like most things involving Sawamura Eijun). Eijun had looked up from his phone and the photo he had just taken and told Kazuya, “It's easy to forget the feelings of a moment, to forget certain details, but with photo evidence, you can come back to it and it feels like coming home, like experiencing those feelings for the first time again.’
That's when Kazuya knew he was in love. Because the photo he had taken at that time was a picture of Kazuya at Yankee stadium, decked out in Yankees gear, looking up at the entrance as if it was heaven. Eijun had said that looking at certain pictures would feel like coming home, he said that as he took a picture of Kazuya without him knowing, and Kazuya didn't miss the meaning of it. At that moment, coming home was wherever Kazuya was. As the years progressed, that fact just became concrete.
Kazuya was more than happy being Eijun’s home.
After all, Eijun was his.
Kazuya is pulled out of his head when Eijun speaks, “This is really cute. Mind if I set it as my lock screen?”
Kazuya just placed a small kiss on the exposed skin of Eijun’s neck, murmuring do whatever you want into the space where his neck met his hairline.
Later, when Kazuya was freshly showered and Eijun was mellowing out for the night with a book in his lap, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty that was sitting across from him on the couch. In the yellow light of the living room, Eijun’s golden eyes caught the reflection and turned them into molten gold, a color that stole Kazuya’s breath every time. He was still in Kazuya's hoodie, the neckline sagging and revealing the sharp collarbones. Eijun’s hair was a little wavier than usual, making it poof out in certain places, and it took everything in Kazuya to not reach out and soothe out the frizz, refusing to disturb the peace. Then Kazuya pulled out his phone, switched over to his camera app, and snapped a picture, Eijun didn’t notice since like a logical person Kazuya kept his phone on silent and the click of the camera was never heard, unlike somebody.
It took years to realize, but in so many ways, had Eijun rubbed off on Kazuya. It was in the way, Kazuya made Eijun tea along with his coffee every morning, the way Kazuya would stack his playbooks the exact same way Eijun would stack his literature, and especially in the way where he takes pictures of everything few and far between.
Kazuya’s presence on social media had been lacking lately, so he decided to arouse it a little with the picture he just took. He liked to show off his accomplishments and Eijun was his biggest.
@yomuri.miyuki2 a night in <3
It didn't take long until he watched as the notifications came pilling in, comments from his fans, Eijun’s, and some rather colorful ones from their friends and old teammates.
@cheetahmochi YOU GUYS DISGUST ME
@ryokominato @cheetahmochi Jealousy isn't a good look on you
@cardinalstakigawa Eijun finally got traded to the giants?
@yomuri.miyuki2 @cardinalstakigawa pft, i wish
@eibae MISAWA NATION WAKE UP. EIJUN IN MIYUKI’S HOODIE
@miyukisglove so we know Eijun wears Miyuki's hoodie… does Miyuki wear Eijun’s??????
@acejun IM GOING TO THROW UP EIJUN IS SO CUTE
@misawa4life THE “<3” IM GOING TO FAINT
“What are you snickering about over there Miyuki Kazuya!”
Kazuya is pulled from the entertainment swarming his phone as Eijun looks at him suspiciously, with an eyebrow raised and looking much more accusing than necessary. Kazuya just smiles in response and waves his phone, beckoning Eijun to check with a “See for yourself.”
Eijun pulls his own phone out of the hoodie’s front pocket and closes his book. It's not long before Eijun is also smiling and lightly snickering, amusement dancing in his eyes and the sides forming crow's feet.
“You're horrible,” Eijun tells Kazuya as he looks at him with nothing but fondness.
Kazuya can’t fight the small flush rising to his cheeks so he looks away, trying to avoid the look, but he murmurs, “You love me that way.”
It's silent for a moment and Kazuya looks back at Eijun, and he’s met with a small smile that somehow conveys more than one of his wide grins. They stare at each other for a moment, letting the moment sink as the love crackles between them. Eijun speaks up, his voice portraying the rare volume of quiet, “Damn right I do.”
And because Eijun is fucking embarrassing with his honesty, Kazuya blushes up to his ears and lightheartedly tells him to shut up.
Later, right before Kazuya takes his glasses off for the night and settles into bed, his phone is vibrating galore on the nightstand. He figures it's from his post but nonetheless he still checks and is surprised to see a post that Eijun tagged him in.
@yakultswallowseijun yes, he wears my hoodies <3
The picture is one Kazuya has no idea when he took. A playbook was in his lap, glasses were slightly askew and he was wearing the dark blue zip-up hoodie of the Yakult Swallows (a perfect fit because Eijun requested it a size bigger than normal). Sawamura visibly embroidered on the arm sleeve that Kazuya was writing out his thoughts with. The picture had the same lighting as the one Kazuya took and now it looked like they had matching pictures on their feed.
(In reality, their entire feed was like that).
@miyukisglove did THE SAWAMURA EIJUN just sub post me???????
@swallowsonlyteamever @miyukisglove How does it feel to live my dream?
@cheetahmochi CAN YOU TWO STOP??? YOU DISGUST ME, MAKE ME WANT TO THROW UP
@ haruichikominato @cheetahmochi (affectionately)
@ryokominato @ haruichikominato slay
@softbankhawkmei didn't want to come on Instagram today for a reason
@yomuri.miyuki2 @softbankhawkmei go cry
@furuyainseattle @yakultswallowseijun why don't you wear my hoodies :(
@yakultswallowseijun @furuyainseattle sending one rn brb
@yomuri.miyuki2 @yakultswallowseijun @furuyainseattle no.
@miyuki4mvp my heart can't take this
@swallowstoclimaxseries gonna go cry who wants to join
@miyuki4mvp @swallowstoclimaxseries me
@miyukisglove @swallowstoclimaxseries me
@misawa4life @swallowstoclimaxseries me.
@acejun @swallowstoclimaxseries me
@eibae @swallowstoclimaxseries me
@furuyainseattle @swallowstoclimaxseries me.
@swallowstoclimaxseries @furuyainseattle HELLO??????????
Kazuya shuts off his phone with a warm smile gracing his lips. Finding the antics of their friends and fans something special and so incredibly entertaining.
But before he could pull the glasses off his face and place them, Eijun joined him in bed and immediately clung to him like a koala. Kazuya welcomed the warmth that soon surrounded him, the warmth raising his body temperature and the warmth he felt from being with the love of his life.
“Hey, Eijun?”
All he gets is a hum in response, beckoning Kazuya to speak.
“I love you.”
Eijun lifts his head and digs his chin into Kazuya’s chest, where Kazuya’s arm is pinning Eijun to his personal bubble. Eijun’s eyes twinkle despite the darkness they are submerged in and Kazuya falls in love a little more.
“I love me too.”
“Fucker!”
Eijun cackles and leans up to kiss the pout away from Kazuya’s lips, whispering “I love you too” in the no space between them, and Eijun drops his head back to Kazuya’s chest. After a few minutes pass, Eijun is sound asleep and Kazuya watches as his eyelids flutter, most likely the cause of an oncoming dream.
With Kazuya’s phone on the nightstand, he has never been so grateful for the hefty packages of team gear they get. But he's more grateful that he can share (and steal) them with the person he calls home.