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Ok, calm down. You got this! You’ve done this tens of times now.
Try as you might, an overwhelming chill of nervousness washed over you, turning your stomach cold at the thought of what you were about to do. Sure you had done it a plethora of times by now. And sure you had talked to the, dare you say, elites of the school like the prettiest girls, the smartest scholars, and the toughest jocks. You had faced the most intimidating of students without even a tremble in your lip, spoke to the cream of the crop as if you stood on equal ground.
And yet here you were, quaking in your shoes and grabbing at your bag to dry your wet, itchy palms. It was definitely too hot outside, wasn't it? Like the sun itself decided to narrow in on you and beam you with an extreme heat wave. As a reporter for the school’s newspaper, there was no possible way for you to be this nervous to talk to someone.
But it wasn't just anyone. No, it was Yamamoto Takeshi (well, the baseball team he captained). The cute baseball boy you’ve had an enormous crush on for two years. Enormous was an understatement when describing how you felt for the smiling goof. The way he was so gentle and lackadaisical all the time always made your heart race. He never had a bad day, and his smile always lit up the room. On the field, he was so ferocious and passionate that it took your breath away when he hit home runs. It was almost terrifying how fast he went from happy-go-lucky to fierce and determined, but that was just another part of him that you admired so much.
“Ugh, why did they vote me for this article?” you cursed to yourself quietly. Maybe if you were lucky, someone else would volunteer to be interviewed. But, that probably wasn’t likely since Yamamoto was the standing star athlete of Namimori Middle, and will probably remain as such even into his high school career. He had an incredibly bright future ahead of him, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t picture that future with glimpses of yourself in it. It was fun to wonder how your own future would be if he was involved in it.
Somewhere in the midst of your daydreaming, you had walked all the way out to the baseball field, the sand crunching beneath your shoes as you stared at them. With the image of Yamamoto being older and donning a tight fitting uniform, you had neglected to see the baseball currently flying towards your face at high velocity.
That was, until a leathery mit appeared before your vision, as if in slow motion. Your eyes widened as the blood drained from your face as you watched the dust blow off the mit as the ball made contact. Hard. Hard enough to send said mit back just enough to brush against the tip of your nose before it jolted forward again.
By the time your senses rubber-banded back to you, you released a heavy sigh you didn't know you were holding, along with part of your soul. Your heart dropped into your stomach and your skin instantly grew cold and clammy. You were almost decapitated for crying out loud!
Quickly looking over to your savior, your knees nearly gave out as a warm tingly feeling suddenly engulfed your insides.
Yamamoto stood before you, tossing the baseball up into the air slightly before he gripped it with his ungloved hand and threw it back to the pitcher, nearly knocking the kid off the mound. You would have laughed if you weren’t utterly swooning over the fact that Yamamoto had saved you like a goddamn superhero AND WAS SMILING AT YOU RIGHT NOW.
Shit! He’ll probably be creeped out by your staring but that smile. That smile could blow away a hurricane, that goofy, lopsided grin of his. You could feel the blood rise to the surface of your cheeks as you gaped in awe, stars surely twinkling in your eyes by now.
That was, until Yamamoto seemed to realize something. His eyes widened before he was suddenly coughing into his fist, the tiniest of blushes rising to his cheekbones. The sight nearly made you melt into a puddle.
You quickly recomposed yourself as you shook your head as if to clear it. But it was hard to remember why you were here when the mocha eyed boy began sputtering out something, his eyes looking everywhere but you. It was so cute.
You promptly slapped your own cheeks none too lightly, startling the ebony haired athlete enough to make him squeak a confused “huh?”.
Right. Interview. No more distractions.
“Um,” you cleared your throat, “thanks for, uh, you know, saving me.”
Yeah, real smooth.
Yamamoto seemed to relax instantly at your words, however. He was smiling once again and your heart started beating quickly.
“No problem! It’s a good thing I saw you coming and ran over here,” he closed his eyes as he smiled brighter. “You almost got really hurt!” He laughed heartily, bringing a hand to the back of his head. His laugh was intoxicating and so very adorable.
As if you needed more reasons to fall head over heels for him.
“Well I'm really glad that you were there. I owe you for that,” you smiled to him, feeling yourself relax as his eyes met yours. They were such a vibrant mocha color, complimenting his tanned skin perfectly. You made a noise as you doffed your bag and searched for your notebook, missing the flustered look on the taller boy’s face at your words. He quickly wiped it off when you straightened with your pen and pad, looking up to him with a smile.
“Actually, I was wondering if you had time for an interview? I’m with the school’s new-”
“Oh! The school’s newspaper right? I know who you are,” he sent you a quick closed-eye smile as he giggled to himself. “I like to read the ones you write, especially sports. You’re so good at it!” At this point you were beyond flustered at the realization that he knew who you were. You weren't a stranger, and he seemed genuine about it. It was always flattering when others enjoyed your work, but to receive a compliment from your all time crush? You felt like your heart was going to explode.
“I really liked the one you wrote about Sasagawa-senpai!” he blurted, his eyes opening and seeming to be instantly brighter. Your memory flashed as you remembered the spiky haired boxer. To say he was passionate about the boxing was a devastating understatement.
“Oh yeah! He was really fun to watch, too,” you smiled at the memory. It seemed odd that the batter would be friends with the boxer, but to see his reaction about someone you surmised was a friend..well, it made butterflies stir in your stomach.
Crap! Interview, back to work!
“Anyways, do you think I could borrow a few minutes of your time? I promise I won't keep you from practice for long,” you smiled to him, clutching onto your notebook in anticipation. You realized that asking him to take time from practice was a lot for a passionate athlete, and honestly expected him to decline. After all, he took baseball very seriously-
“Sure! I don't mind, but let's sit at the dugout just in case,” he laughed as you were floored at his quick answer. You were about to ask about after practice, but swallowed your words as a warm hand pressed against the small of your back. Every hair on your body stood on end as it took all of your willpower to stop the shiver from shaking your notebook out of your hands. When he applied a soft pressure, your face instantly ignited as you walked at his pace.
You didn’t even dare to sneak a glimpse at Yamamoto because you just knew he would have that charming smile. The thought made your knees weak and if this is a dream, please don’t ever wake me up.
The walk was too short lived, and soon the warm hand on your back disappeared, leaving a cold spot in its wake. Attempting to not look disappointed, you sat down and patted the spot next to you, which the ebony haired teen gladly took, leaving enough room to put a single hand between the two of you. Looking up, you almost forgot what you were going to ask him when you met his excited gaze.
This was going to be a long interview.
You began with the easy questions: why baseball, have you thought of other sports, what’s your favorite part, where did you learn to play, how would you encourage others, so on and so forth. It wasn’t until you inquired about anything he would change about the Namimori Middle baseball team that you received a rather odd answer.
“Well, to be honest,” Yamamoto’s voice had dropped to a near whisper, which definitely caught your attention, “I just don’t want the sport to die. If I can help it, I’d like to make sure the equipment room never becomes a garbage shed.” You were speechless at the forlorn, frustrated gaze in his eyes as his fists clenched tightly. It was rather specific, and made you wonder if Yamamoto had heard or seen something he wasn’t supposed to.
At a loss for words, your heart grew heavy when the teen before you clenched his jaws tight as he stared down into the sand. Not sure what to do, you resorted to bringing a hand up and placing it over Yamamoto’s clenched fist. He instantly stiffened as he looked over to you with wide eyes; you sent him an apologetic smile. The mocha colored orbs widened ever so slightly more before he realized what he had done and took a deep breath, looking forward again. You moved your hand when his unclenched, patting his shoulder.
“S-sorry about that,” he laughed weakly, “I just...haven’t been able to tell anyone something that’s been on my mind,” he spoke quietly. You were still feeling unsure of what to do, but you felt like you should stay and comfort him.
“Do you...want me to give you some space?” you offered, folding up your notebook in your lap. Yamamoto quickly shook his head, straightening up as he sent you a look of panic.
“No, no! It’s...I’d like to be around you, actually. I’ve always wanted to be close to you.” When he realized what he said, you both froze as heat gathered in your cheeks. Totally frozen, you could do nothing but gaze at him in shock, your heart deciding it was going to race a million miles an hour, beating against your ribcage painfully. Yamamoto sputtered a bit before he finally swallowed thickly.
“Is that alright with you?” he asked sheepishly. When your eyes seem to sparkle, he relaxed a bit. You nodded eagerly.
“O-of course. Actually, I,” you gulped down your fear, nervousness taking you over as you decided it would be a good time to make a move. If he was alright with being around you, and wanted to be close, then why stop it?
“I still owe you for the interview, and for saving me. We could go to that little bakery not far from here sometime. My treat?” By now your face wasn’t going to get any more crimson, but you did notice that Yamamoto seemed flushed as well. He grinned before laughing that intoxicating, infectious laugh.
“I can’t have a cute girl paying for me, but I’ll definitely keep her company.”
Well, it appears that your face could get warmer. So hot in fact that you were pretty sure steam was billowing out from your collar by now. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that you basically asked him out on a date and he said yes.
And Yamamoto couldn’t have looked happier either. He was grinning from ear to ear as his cheeks slowly faded back to his usual skin tone. Before you could say or do anything else, he jumped up to his feet, startling you back to your senses.
“Wow, I feel a lot better. Who knew an interview could be so much fun?” he laughed again, the noise going straight to your heart. You smiled and stood up as well, putting your notebook away and Yamamoto donned his mit once more. You straightened and stood before him with a smile, no doubt a blush still on your cheeks. You hadn’t realized how much taller he was than you.
“So, want to go tomorrow after practice?” he asked, his smile blinding. You nodded happily as you followed him out of the dugout.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you outside the locker room.” You told him, waving goodbye as you turned to head back to the main building. Yamamoto waved as well, his grin never leaving.
“Sounds great. It’s a date then!”
Oh, this boy was going to be the death of you.
Try as you might, an overwhelming chill of nervousness washed over you, turning your stomach cold at the thought of what you were about to do. Sure you had done it a plethora of times by now. And sure you had talked to the, dare you say, elites of the school like the prettiest girls, the smartest scholars, and the toughest jocks. You had faced the most intimidating of students without even a tremble in your lip, spoke to the cream of the crop as if you stood on equal ground.
And yet here you were, quaking in your shoes and grabbing at your bag to dry your wet, itchy palms. It was definitely too hot outside, wasn't it? Like the sun itself decided to narrow in on you and beam you with an extreme heat wave. As a reporter for the school’s newspaper, there was no possible way for you to be this nervous to talk to someone.
But it wasn't just anyone. No, it was Yamamoto Takeshi (well, the baseball team he captained). The cute baseball boy you’ve had an enormous crush on for two years. Enormous was an understatement when describing how you felt for the smiling goof. The way he was so gentle and lackadaisical all the time always made your heart race. He never had a bad day, and his smile always lit up the room. On the field, he was so ferocious and passionate that it took your breath away when he hit home runs. It was almost terrifying how fast he went from happy-go-lucky to fierce and determined, but that was just another part of him that you admired so much.
“Ugh, why did they vote me for this article?” you cursed to yourself quietly. Maybe if you were lucky, someone else would volunteer to be interviewed. But, that probably wasn’t likely since Yamamoto was the standing star athlete of Namimori Middle, and will probably remain as such even into his high school career. He had an incredibly bright future ahead of him, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t picture that future with glimpses of yourself in it. It was fun to wonder how your own future would be if he was involved in it.
Somewhere in the midst of your daydreaming, you had walked all the way out to the baseball field, the sand crunching beneath your shoes as you stared at them. With the image of Yamamoto being older and donning a tight fitting uniform, you had neglected to see the baseball currently flying towards your face at high velocity.
That was, until a leathery mit appeared before your vision, as if in slow motion. Your eyes widened as the blood drained from your face as you watched the dust blow off the mit as the ball made contact. Hard. Hard enough to send said mit back just enough to brush against the tip of your nose before it jolted forward again.
By the time your senses rubber-banded back to you, you released a heavy sigh you didn't know you were holding, along with part of your soul. Your heart dropped into your stomach and your skin instantly grew cold and clammy. You were almost decapitated for crying out loud!
Quickly looking over to your savior, your knees nearly gave out as a warm tingly feeling suddenly engulfed your insides.
Yamamoto stood before you, tossing the baseball up into the air slightly before he gripped it with his ungloved hand and threw it back to the pitcher, nearly knocking the kid off the mound. You would have laughed if you weren’t utterly swooning over the fact that Yamamoto had saved you like a goddamn superhero AND WAS SMILING AT YOU RIGHT NOW.
Shit! He’ll probably be creeped out by your staring but that smile. That smile could blow away a hurricane, that goofy, lopsided grin of his. You could feel the blood rise to the surface of your cheeks as you gaped in awe, stars surely twinkling in your eyes by now.
That was, until Yamamoto seemed to realize something. His eyes widened before he was suddenly coughing into his fist, the tiniest of blushes rising to his cheekbones. The sight nearly made you melt into a puddle.
You quickly recomposed yourself as you shook your head as if to clear it. But it was hard to remember why you were here when the mocha eyed boy began sputtering out something, his eyes looking everywhere but you. It was so cute.
You promptly slapped your own cheeks none too lightly, startling the ebony haired athlete enough to make him squeak a confused “huh?”.
Right. Interview. No more distractions.
“Um,” you cleared your throat, “thanks for, uh, you know, saving me.”
Yeah, real smooth.
Yamamoto seemed to relax instantly at your words, however. He was smiling once again and your heart started beating quickly.
“No problem! It’s a good thing I saw you coming and ran over here,” he closed his eyes as he smiled brighter. “You almost got really hurt!” He laughed heartily, bringing a hand to the back of his head. His laugh was intoxicating and so very adorable.
As if you needed more reasons to fall head over heels for him.
“Well I'm really glad that you were there. I owe you for that,” you smiled to him, feeling yourself relax as his eyes met yours. They were such a vibrant mocha color, complimenting his tanned skin perfectly. You made a noise as you doffed your bag and searched for your notebook, missing the flustered look on the taller boy’s face at your words. He quickly wiped it off when you straightened with your pen and pad, looking up to him with a smile.
“Actually, I was wondering if you had time for an interview? I’m with the school’s new-”
“Oh! The school’s newspaper right? I know who you are,” he sent you a quick closed-eye smile as he giggled to himself. “I like to read the ones you write, especially sports. You’re so good at it!” At this point you were beyond flustered at the realization that he knew who you were. You weren't a stranger, and he seemed genuine about it. It was always flattering when others enjoyed your work, but to receive a compliment from your all time crush? You felt like your heart was going to explode.
“I really liked the one you wrote about Sasagawa-senpai!” he blurted, his eyes opening and seeming to be instantly brighter. Your memory flashed as you remembered the spiky haired boxer. To say he was passionate about the boxing was a devastating understatement.
“Oh yeah! He was really fun to watch, too,” you smiled at the memory. It seemed odd that the batter would be friends with the boxer, but to see his reaction about someone you surmised was a friend..well, it made butterflies stir in your stomach.
Crap! Interview, back to work!
“Anyways, do you think I could borrow a few minutes of your time? I promise I won't keep you from practice for long,” you smiled to him, clutching onto your notebook in anticipation. You realized that asking him to take time from practice was a lot for a passionate athlete, and honestly expected him to decline. After all, he took baseball very seriously-
“Sure! I don't mind, but let's sit at the dugout just in case,” he laughed as you were floored at his quick answer. You were about to ask about after practice, but swallowed your words as a warm hand pressed against the small of your back. Every hair on your body stood on end as it took all of your willpower to stop the shiver from shaking your notebook out of your hands. When he applied a soft pressure, your face instantly ignited as you walked at his pace.
You didn’t even dare to sneak a glimpse at Yamamoto because you just knew he would have that charming smile. The thought made your knees weak and if this is a dream, please don’t ever wake me up.
The walk was too short lived, and soon the warm hand on your back disappeared, leaving a cold spot in its wake. Attempting to not look disappointed, you sat down and patted the spot next to you, which the ebony haired teen gladly took, leaving enough room to put a single hand between the two of you. Looking up, you almost forgot what you were going to ask him when you met his excited gaze.
This was going to be a long interview.
You began with the easy questions: why baseball, have you thought of other sports, what’s your favorite part, where did you learn to play, how would you encourage others, so on and so forth. It wasn’t until you inquired about anything he would change about the Namimori Middle baseball team that you received a rather odd answer.
“Well, to be honest,” Yamamoto’s voice had dropped to a near whisper, which definitely caught your attention, “I just don’t want the sport to die. If I can help it, I’d like to make sure the equipment room never becomes a garbage shed.” You were speechless at the forlorn, frustrated gaze in his eyes as his fists clenched tightly. It was rather specific, and made you wonder if Yamamoto had heard or seen something he wasn’t supposed to.
At a loss for words, your heart grew heavy when the teen before you clenched his jaws tight as he stared down into the sand. Not sure what to do, you resorted to bringing a hand up and placing it over Yamamoto’s clenched fist. He instantly stiffened as he looked over to you with wide eyes; you sent him an apologetic smile. The mocha colored orbs widened ever so slightly more before he realized what he had done and took a deep breath, looking forward again. You moved your hand when his unclenched, patting his shoulder.
“S-sorry about that,” he laughed weakly, “I just...haven’t been able to tell anyone something that’s been on my mind,” he spoke quietly. You were still feeling unsure of what to do, but you felt like you should stay and comfort him.
“Do you...want me to give you some space?” you offered, folding up your notebook in your lap. Yamamoto quickly shook his head, straightening up as he sent you a look of panic.
“No, no! It’s...I’d like to be around you, actually. I’ve always wanted to be close to you.” When he realized what he said, you both froze as heat gathered in your cheeks. Totally frozen, you could do nothing but gaze at him in shock, your heart deciding it was going to race a million miles an hour, beating against your ribcage painfully. Yamamoto sputtered a bit before he finally swallowed thickly.
“Is that alright with you?” he asked sheepishly. When your eyes seem to sparkle, he relaxed a bit. You nodded eagerly.
“O-of course. Actually, I,” you gulped down your fear, nervousness taking you over as you decided it would be a good time to make a move. If he was alright with being around you, and wanted to be close, then why stop it?
“I still owe you for the interview, and for saving me. We could go to that little bakery not far from here sometime. My treat?” By now your face wasn’t going to get any more crimson, but you did notice that Yamamoto seemed flushed as well. He grinned before laughing that intoxicating, infectious laugh.
“I can’t have a cute girl paying for me, but I’ll definitely keep her company.”
Well, it appears that your face could get warmer. So hot in fact that you were pretty sure steam was billowing out from your collar by now. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that you basically asked him out on a date and he said yes.
And Yamamoto couldn’t have looked happier either. He was grinning from ear to ear as his cheeks slowly faded back to his usual skin tone. Before you could say or do anything else, he jumped up to his feet, startling you back to your senses.
“Wow, I feel a lot better. Who knew an interview could be so much fun?” he laughed again, the noise going straight to your heart. You smiled and stood up as well, putting your notebook away and Yamamoto donned his mit once more. You straightened and stood before him with a smile, no doubt a blush still on your cheeks. You hadn’t realized how much taller he was than you.
“So, want to go tomorrow after practice?” he asked, his smile blinding. You nodded happily as you followed him out of the dugout.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you outside the locker room.” You told him, waving goodbye as you turned to head back to the main building. Yamamoto waved as well, his grin never leaving.
“Sounds great. It’s a date then!”
Oh, this boy was going to be the death of you.
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Ayy, it's me again *gun fingers* I brought fluff lol Yamamoto is such a little cinnamon roll, I can't even
he's so perf 
I really like most of the characters actually. There's so many with so much to like So yeah, I'm really hoping that the KHR fandom is still alive btw XD I already have an idea planned out for a continuation of this lolol Hope you guys don't cringe too much at my attempts at fluff xD
Anyways, hope everyone is having a good day and a good summer so far ^^
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Ahhhh, thanks so much for reviving the KHR fandom! I've missed the gorgeous Namimori cuties!
Not that I'm squaling in hopeless fangirling mode over Takeshi. No. Nope.
Not that I'm squaling in hopeless fangirling mode over Takeshi. No. Nope.