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Miyuki Kazuya was having a perfectly normal morning.
Meaning: he was asleep.
Warm blanket, quiet room, peaceful breathing—
THUD.
BOUNCE.
THUDTHUDTHUD.
His mattress shook like someone had thrown a hyperactive squirrel onto it.
“Kazuyaaa!! Wake uuuuup!!”
Miyuki’s eyes flew open.
There—standing on his bed, hair sticking up like a dandelion, cheeks round and rosy, wearing an oversized shirt that slid off one shoulder—was a six-year-old Sawamura Eijun.
He was bouncing.
Actually jumping.
Using Miyuki’s stomach as a trampoline.
“GOOD MORNING!!” little Eijun beamed, arms thrown in the air.
Miyuki stared.
Blink.
Blink.
Long, pained inhale.
“…What… are you.”
“I’m SAWAMURA EI-JUN!!” the child declared proudly, mispronouncing his own name a little. “Your teammate!! And your friend!! And your—uh—your… favorite person!!!”
He flopped onto Miyuki’s chest and grinned up at him with starry eyes.
Miyuki sat up slowly, tiny Eijun sliding into his lap like a toy that got caught in the movement.
“Okay,” Miyuki said, voice dangerously calm. “Why are you small.”
“I dunno!!” Eijun chirped. “I just woke up like this! But it’s super fun ’cause I can jump SO HIGH LOOK—”
Before Miyuki could react, Eijun stood up again, losing balance immediately, and toppled forward—
“Wah—!!”
—straight into Miyuki’s arms.
He giggled. GIGGLED.
“Kazuyaaa, you caught me!! You’re so cool!”
Miyuki froze, his brain blue-screening. Sawamura Eijun. Giggling. In his arms. Calling him cool.
“…This is a nightmare,” Miyuki whispered.
“Nope!! It’s morning!!” tiny Eijun corrected cheerfully.
He clambered onto Miyuki’s lap facing him, little hands grabbing onto Miyuki’s shirt collar as he leaned in close with innocent curiosity.
“Kazuya, why’s your hair so messy? You look like a sleepy kitty!”
Miyuki almost choked.
“Get—off—of me—”
“But I wanna stay heeere,” Eijun whined, dragging out the words in pure childish complaint. “It’s warm. And you’re warm. And also I’m hungry. And also you’re my friend.”
He leaned his forehead against Miyuki’s chest with a soft thunk, humming happily like this was the safest place in the universe.
Miyuki stared at the ceiling.
Furuya appeared at the door, rubbing his eyes.
He blinked at the sight: Miyuki sitting stiffly, tiny Sawamura curled in his lap like an affectionate puppy.
“…What,” Furuya said flatly.
“Kazuya is my pillow!” little Eijun announced proudly.
“No,” Miyuki corrected weakly. “Absolutely not.”
Eijun looked up with huge, watery, betrayed-child eyes.
“Kazuya… you don’t like me anymore…?”
Miyuki’s soul left his body.
“I—NO—ugh—stop making that face—”
Eijun brightened instantly, hugging him around the middle. “Yaaay!! I knew you still do!”
Miyuki buried his face in his hands.
This was going to be the longest day of his life.
But the tiny boy in his arms just giggled, kicking his little legs happily.
Miyuki eventually pried tiny Eijun off his lap long enough to stand up.
But the moment his feet touched the floor—
“Kazuyaaa!! Wait for me!!”
Mini Eijun immediately grabbed the hem of Miyuki’s shirt with both tiny hands, toddling after him in quick, uneven steps. His shirt sleeves dragged on the floor, and he nearly tripped over them with every move.
“Stop tripping,” Miyuki muttered.
“I can’t! My feet are too small!!” Eijun complained, puffing his cheeks dramatically. “Why do six-year-old legs not work?!”
Miyuki sighed.
Furuya watched silently, head tilted like he was observing a rare species.
Then Eijun suddenly gasped.
“OH!! Furuya!!”
He ran toward him with all the speed of a toddler—which was to say, dangerously uncoordinated and too fast for his own good.
“Furu—waaah—!!”
He tripped.
Furuya caught him before he hit the floor.
Eijun’s face lit up like sunshine exploding.
“You saved me!! You're my hero!!”
Furuya froze completely… then slowly, very slowly, nodded.
“You’re… small,” he said.
“I KNOW!!! BUT I CAN STILL PLAY BASEBALL!!” Eijun declared, throwing his arms up proudly even while dangling in Furuya’s hold.
Miyuki pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, you can’t.”
Eijun’s lip wobbled immediately.
“But—but I wanna pitch!! I’m super strong!! Look!!”
He flexed his stick-thin arms.
Nothing happened.
Furuya stared. Miyuki stared. The universe stared.
“…You’re not strong,” Miyuki said flatly.
Eijun gasped like he’d been stabbed.
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!”
He squirmed out of Furuya’s arms, wobbling as he landed, and puffed his chest out to maximum toddler capacity.
“I am Sawamura Eijun! I’m gonna be the ace! And aces are ALWAYS strong!!”
He looked like a very fierce, very tiny hamster.
The commotion woke up more players, and soon Haruichi appeared at the doorway.
He stared at tiny Eijun for three seconds.
Haruichi: “...He’s cute.”
Eijun absolutely lit up at that.
“See, see, Miyuki?! Haruichi thinks I’m cute—HEY WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?! I’M NOT CUTE I’M COOL!!”
He spun around to prove he was cool—
Tripped—
And Miyuki caught him by the scruff of his shirt like a misbehaving kitten.
Eijun dangled there, kicking lightly.
“Put me down!! I’m not a baby!!”
“You’re literally six,” Miyuki said.
“No I’m not!! I’m… I’m six…teen? Six…teen-ish? I’m big! I swear!!”
He held his arms above his head as if raising them made him taller.
It did not.
*********
When Miyuki tried to walk downstairs for breakfast, Eijun instantly latched onto his leg like a koala.
“Kazuyaaaa don’t leave meee!!”
“I’m just going downstairs.”
“That’s FAR!! What if I get lost on the stairs?! What if a monster eats me?! What if—WHAT IF—”
“There are no monsters.”
“You don’t knoooow that…”
Miyuki sighed, bending down.
“Fine. Come here.”
Eijun blinked up at him.
“…You’re gonna carry me?”
“No—”
“Yes you are!!”
Before Miyuki could stop him, Eijun threw his tiny arms around his neck and climbed him like a tree.
Miyuki caught him out of pure survival instinct.
Eijun snuggled against him immediately, cheek pressed to Miyuki’s shoulder, smiling the most innocent, warm, sunshine smile.
“Kazuya is the best,” he mumbled happily.
Miyuki’s heart short-circuited for a moment.
“…Shut up,” he muttered, looking away.
But he didn’t put him down.
Miyuki carried tiny Eijun downstairs—mostly because Eijun had glued himself to him like an emotional barnacle.
Eijun’s little legs swung happily as he hummed a tuneless song against Miyuki’s shoulder.
When they reached the common room, Kuramochi was stretching, half-awake, hair sticking up.
He glanced over.
Froze.
Stared.
“…Why is there a toddler on you.”
Before Miyuki could respond, Eijun gasped loudly and reached both arms toward Kuramochi.
“KURAMOCHIII!!!”
Miyuki actually winced at the volume.
Kuramochi blinked. “…S-Sawamura?”
Tiny Eijun started wiggling like a puppy wanting down. Miyuki let go, and Eijun toddled straight to Kuramochi, tripping only once on the way.
He crashed into Kuramochi’s legs and wrapped both arms around him.
“Kuramochi, I missed youuu!!”
He looked up with huge, adoring eyes.
“You’re my bestest friend!”
Kuramochi stared down at him, completely caught off-guard.
Then he cleared his throat and crouched.
“…Alright, kid. Lemme see you.”
He poked Eijun’s cheek gently.
It squished.
Eijun giggled.
That was the moment Kuramochi’s soul left his body.
“Holy crap,” he muttered. “He’s actually cute.”
“KURAMOCHI,” Miyuki barked. “Don’t encourage him.”
But it was too late.
Kuramochi lifted Eijun under the arms and settled him on his hip like he’d been doing it his whole life.
Eijun immediately curled into him with complete trust.
“My shirt is huge…” Eijun mumbled, tugging at the oversized hem.
Kuramochi snorted. “Yeah, no kidding. You’re drowning in that thing.”
He pulled the sleeve up for him and tied it in a little knot so Eijun could move his hands.
Eijun’s face absolutely lit up.
“WAH!! Kuramochi!!! You fixed it!!! You’re a genius!!!”
Miyuki made a noise of deep suffering.
“Why are you the favorite all of a sudden?”
“Because I didn’t drop him on the bed like a sack of laundry,” Kuramochi shot back.
“I didn’t drop him!”
“You almost dropped him.”
Eijun gasped dramatically. “KAZUYA WOULD NEVER DROP ME!”
Then he lowered his voice to a whisper only Kuramochi could hear:
“…He kind of did earlier though.”
Kuramochi barked a laugh.
Miyuki glared. “Stop teaching him to gossip.”
“I didn’t teach him anything,” Kuramochi said, patting Eijun’s back. “He comes pre-loaded.”
Eijun happily nodded like Kuramochi had just complimented him.
********
When they reached the dining hall, the whole team turned and stared.
Sawamura Eijun. Age six. In Kuramochi’s arms.
Waving at everyone with the biggest sunshine smile.
“GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!”
“How is his voice even higher,” someone whispered.
“He’s… cute,” another muttered.
Kuramochi carried him to the table and set him down on a seat beside him.
Eijun immediately grabbed Kuramochi’s sleeve again.
“Sit next to meee!”
Kuramochi rolled his eyes but sat. “Alright, alright.”
When food arrived, Eijun tried to eat.
The spoon was too big.
The bowl was too hot.
The rice was too slippery.
After one failed attempt, he looked up at Kuramochi with watery eyes.
“…’Mochi… help.”
Kuramochi melted on the spot.
“Oh hell no,” Miyuki muttered, pushing his glasses up. “He’s manipulating you.”
“He’s six,” Kuramochi snapped. “You want him to starve?”
He took the bowl, blew on the rice, and fed Eijun a small spoonful.
Eijun’s eyes sparkled like Kuramochi had parted the clouds and delivered sunshine directly into his mouth.
“’Mochi, that’s SO GOOD!!” he squealed.
Kuramochi actually smiled. “Yeah? More?”
“Yes please!!!”
Miyuki stared at the scene in silent betrayal.
“Why is this happening,” he muttered. “Why does he listen to you?”
“Because I’m the fun one,” Kuramochi said, flicking Miyuki’s forehead without looking.
Eijun giggled, mouth full of rice.
“Kazuya, you can be fun too!! Sometimes!! When you’re not grumpy!!”
“I am not grumpy,” Miyuki snapped.
“You super are,” Kuramochi and Eijun said at the same time.
Miyuki died a little.
Halfway through breakfast, Eijun suddenly pointed decisively:
“Kuramochi is my big brother!”
Then he pointed at Furuya.
“And Furuya is my bestest best friend!”
Then he pointed at Miyuki.
“And Kazuya is… um… Kazuya is…”
Miyuki leaned forward.
“Yes?”
Eijun beamed.
“You’re my comfy pillow!!”
Kuramochi nearly spat out his food. Furuya stiffened with jealousy. Miyuki’s soul left his body for the third time that morning.
********
After breakfast, the team headed toward the field.
Tiny Eijun waddled beside Kuramochi while holding his hand, swinging their arms back and forth with way too much enthusiasm.
“KURAMOCHI, LET’S RUN!!”
“We are running, kid.”
“But faster!! Like zoom!!”
Kuramochi snorted and gave in, speeding up.
Tiny Eijun squealed happily, stumbling along, feet pattering like a hyperactive puppy.
But then—he saw it.
The baseball field.
His whole body lit up.
“The field!! THE FIELD!!! I WANNA GO I WANNA GO I WANNA GO—”
He let go of Kuramochi’s hand
—and immediately started sprinting.
Except his six-year-old legs didn’t cooperate.
He got three steps in before tripping.
Furuya swooped in and caught him again, lifting him like a fragile package.
“Careful,” Furuya said, frowning. “You’ll get hurt.”
Eijun blinked.
Then beamed.
“Furuya!! You caught me again!!! That means you like me, right?!”
Furuya froze.
“I—I don’t dislike you.”
Kuramochi smirked. “That’s basically a confession, man.”
Furuya turned red.
Meanwhile Eijun, still in Furuya’s arms, pointed fiercely at the mound.
“I wanna pitch. Right now!! I can do it!! I promise!!”
Miyuki arrived just in time to stare into the camera like he was on a reality show.
“No. Absolutely not.”
“But I’m the ace!!!” Eijun insisted, puffing his tiny chest out.
“You’re not the ace,” Miyuki replied.
“YES I AM! I’M YOUR ACE!!”
“You can’t even reach the plate.”
“I CAN SO!! Put me down!!”
Furuya reluctantly set him down.
Eijun stomped over to the mound, determined, heroic, dramatic—
—and then tripped on the first step up the dirt.
Kuramochi caught him by the back of the shirt like a kitten.
“Woah there, champ. Slow down.”
Eijun huffed, cheeks red. “The ground is mean to me.”
Kuramochi snorted and ruffled his hair.
“Yeah? Want big brother to help you up?”
Eijun’s eyes sparkled.
“Please!!”
Kuramochi lifted him and set him right on the mound.
Eijun stood there proudly, wobbling, sleeves dangling.
He looked like a little prince… who might fall over any second.
“BALL PLEASE!!” he shouted.
Miyuki sighed and underhand tossed a soft practice ball toward him.
Eijun grabbed it—
The ball was bigger than his hand.
Actually, it was basically the size of his entire forearm.
“I GOT IT!!” Eijun announced triumphantly.
“Temporarily,” Miyuki muttered.
Eijun wound up.
Lifted his leg.
Fell sideways.
Kuramochi caught him again.
“You good?” Kuramochi asked.
Eijun nodded fiercely and tried again.
This time he didn’t fall—
but when he threw, the ball traveled:
Two feet.
Maybe three.
And then plopped sadly into the dirt.
Silence.
Then Eijun gasped and turned to Miyuki.
“KAZUYA DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT WAS AMAZING RIGHT?!”
Miyuki stared at the ball, at the dirt, at Eijun’s hopeful face.
Kuramochi nudged him. “Say something nice, man.”
Miyuki sighed deeply.
“…The dirt is trembling in fear.”
Eijun squealed with pride and ran at him—
arms spread—
straight into Miyuki’s legs.
“Kazuyaaa!! You think I’m scary!! THANK YOU!!”
“I didn’t say—stop hugging me—get off—”
But Eijun refused to let go.
Kuramochi lifted Eijun off Miyuki by the armpits.
“Alright, buddy. Let’s practice catching instead.”
Eijun lit up. “Okay!!! You play with me?!”
“Yeah. Come on.”
Furuya stepped forward.
“I want to play with Sawamura too.”
Kuramochi smirked. “Sorry, man. Big brother privilege.”
Eijun blinked up at the both of them, confused, then grabbed each of their hands.
“You can both play!! I have TWO HANDS!! See?!”
He lifted both hands proudly.
Kuramochi’s heart softened.
Furuya’s chest puffed.
Miyuki stared at the sky wondering what he did to deserve this.
But Eijun wasn’t done.
He looked up at Miyuki, eyes sparkling.
“Kazuya, can you play too?”
Miyuki stared down at him, caught off guard.
“…Play?”
“Yeah!! You’re my pillow but you can be my catcher too!!”
Kuramochi snickered.
Furuya glared.
Miyuki inhaled sharply.
“…Fine. Go grab a mitt.”
“YAAAAAAY!!”
Tiny Eijun ran off—
and immediately tripped again.
All three of them moved at once.
Kuramochi caught his arm.
Furuya steadied his shoulders.
Miyuki grabbed him by the back of the shirt.
Eijun blinked at all three of them.
“…I have the best big brothers,” he said with the softest smile.
Miyuki went red.
Kuramochi froze.
Furuya’s ears turned pink.
Eijun beamed and tugged them all forward.
“Let’s go play baseball!!!”
*******
Training had been chaos.
Lunch had been chaos.
Little Eijun was chaos.
But eventually… even chaos gets sleepy.
After hours of tiny Sawamura running around, hugging random teammates, yelling “LOOK I’M FAST!!” and tripping every five steps, he finally slowed down.
Kuramochi noticed first.
The little kid’s jumps became smaller, his grin softer, his eyes blinking heavier and heavier.
“Oi,” Kuramochi said gently, crouching down. “Shorty. You’re crashing.”
“I’m… not…” Eijun mumbled, swaying.
And then he walked face-first into Kuramochi’s knee.
Kuramochi caught him before he slid to the floor.
“Okay, naptime,” he snorted, scooping the kid up under the arms.
Eijun blinked blearily, grabbing onto Kuramochi’s hoodie with tiny fingers.
“Mochiii… you’re comfy…”
“Yeah yeah,” Kuramochi muttered, trying not to melt. “Close your eyes.”
But the moment they reached the dorm lounge, Eijun looked around sleepily.
“…Where’s Kazuya…?”
Miyuki, who had been pretending very hard that he was not watching from across the room, pointedly looked away.
Kuramochi smirked.
“Ohhhh, so you only sleep if Miyuki’s here?”
Eijun nodded miserably. “’Cause… ‘cause he’s warm…”
Miyuki nearly dropped his phone.
Kuramochi carried Eijun over and dumped him—gently but with big-brother flair—right into Miyuki’s lap.
“There. Your personal heater.”
“Hey—” Miyuki started.
But the tiny boy had already curled up instantly, tiny hands fisting into Miyuki’s hoodie, face pressing into his chest.
“Kazuyaaa… don’t go…”
Miyuki froze, then slowly lowered a hand to the kid’s back.
“…I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered so softly that Kuramochi’s jaw dropped.
Within minutes, Eijun’s breathing slowed into a warm, rhythmic puff against Miyuki’s chest.
He was fully asleep.
Eijun woke up later, groggy and cute, stretching like a kitten.
And immediately, he toddled over to Kuramochi.
“Mochi! You carried me!”
Kuramochi laughed. “Damn right I did. You were basically a sleepy potato.”
Eijun giggled and reached his arms up. “Hug?”
Kuramochi froze mid-smirk. “W-well— yeah, okay, come here—”
Little Eijun wrapped around him like a warm koala.
And Miyuki, watching from behind, felt something unpleasant bloom in his chest.
Jealousy.
Not that he’d ever admit it.
He cleared his throat loudly.
“Oi, Sawamura. You’re bothering him. Come here.”
Eijun turned around, confused.
“I’m not bothering him… am I, Mochi?”
Kuramochi grinned wickedly. “Nah, kid. You’re perfect.”
Miyuki twitched.
“Well I need him for… something,” Miyuki snapped.
“For what?” Kuramochi asked, enjoying every second.
“For— baseball. Strategy. Important adult things.”
Eijun’s eyes widened. “Ooooh. Adult stuff.”
He trotted over to Miyuki and grabbed his hand, proud. “Okay! I’ll stay with you, Kazuya!”
And just like that, the jealousy melted from Miyuki’s face, replaced by smugness.
Kuramochi rolled his eyes. “Pathetic.”
********
Later that evening, the sun began to set, the sky glowing orange through the dorm windows.
Miyuki found little Eijun sitting alone on the stairs, staring at his tiny hands.
“Oi,” Miyuki said softly. “What’s with that face?”
Eijun looked up, eyes big and watery.
“I… I can’t throw the ball right anymore.”
His voice wobbled. “My hands are too small. I-I tried but it kept falling… Does that mean I can’t be a pitcher anymore…?”
Miyuki’s chest tightened.
He sat beside him, gently pulling the child into his side.
“Listen,” Miyuki murmured, ruffling the boy’s hair. “It doesn’t matter how tiny you are. You’re still Sawamura Eijun. The loudest, brightest, most annoying sunshine pitcher I’ve ever met.”
Eijun sniffled.
“And you’ll be back to normal soon,” Miyuki added. “Promise.”
“…Really?”
Miyuki tapped Eijun’s forehead lightly.
“Really. So until then… I’ll pitch for you. And you cheer for me, alright?”
Eijun’s whole face lit up—small, soft, but so purely Eijun.
“Okay!! I can cheer super, super loud!!”
“I know,” Miyuki laughed. “Unfortunately.”
Eijun hugged him suddenly—tight, warm, honest.
“Kazuya… thank you.”
Miyuki went still for a moment before wrapping an arm around him.
“…You’re welcome, brat.”
Kuramochi watched from down the hall, smiling quietly.
“Yeah,” he whispered to himself. “We’ve gotta protect this kid.”
*********
After dinner, tiny Eijun was rubbing his eyes, clearly ready for sleep—but his hyperactive brain wouldn’t let him settle down.
Kuramochi, ever the responsible big brother, crouched beside him.
“Alright, kid,” he said, lifting Eijun under the arms like a sack of laundry. “Time to go to your room. Nap time. Sleepy time. End of day.”
Eijun blinked at him, yawning adorably.
“Mochi… but… I wanna stay… with… everyone…”
Kuramochi smirked. “Everyone’s sleeping soon anyway. You’ll be fine.”
Eijun pouted, dragging his tiny feet. “Nooo… I want Furuya too…”
From the doorway, Furuya had been silently watching. Now he stepped forward, arms crossed, lips in a deep pout.
“…I want him too,” he said flatly.
Kuramochi raised an eyebrow. “…You’re not sleeping with a six-year-old.”
Furuya’s face went red. “…I just… wanna play… with him a little more…”
Eijun’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “YAY!!”
Kuramochi groaned. “…Fine. Ten more
minutes. But that’s it.”
Once they entered Eijun’s room, he immediately jumped into Kuramochi’s arms, squealing.
“BED!! I WANT BED!! AND PILLOWS!! AND COVERS!! AND COOKIES!!”
Kuramochi set him down on the mattress. Eijun immediately began grabbing everything within reach: pillow, blanket, stuffed toy… and tugged Furuya down onto the floor next to him.
Furuya grumbled but eventually gave in, letting Eijun climb onto his chest.
Kuramochi shook his head. “This is chaos incarnate.”
“I’m happy chaos!!” Eijun chirped, snuggling between them.
Miyuki, of course, wasn’t allowed to be left out. By now, the kid was climbing all over him, tugging his sleeve.
“…Kazuya… pillow…” Eijun whispered.
Miyuki sighed, picking him up gently. “Fine, fine. You’re soft. But only for five minutes.”
And that’s how they ended up: Kuramochi on one side, Furuya on the other, Miyuki cradling him from the foot of the bed, Eijun sprawled like a tiny, warm, giggling sun in the middle of the mattress.
He had blankets tucked around him, pillows propping him up, and the three of them half-sitting, half-sleeping, completely surrendered to his energy and cuteness.
*********
Around midnight, the dorm was silent. Everyone else was asleep… except tiny Eijun.
He shivered, blinking in the dark.
“Wha… what’s that noise…?” he whispered to himself.
A soft creak from the floorboard made him freeze. His little ears twitched.
“I-I’m scared…”
Tiny legs carried him carefully across the hall, holding his blanket like a shield.
He knocked gently on Miyuki’s door. “Kazuya…?”
Miyuki, half-asleep, groaned. “What now…”
The door creaked open and Eijun dashed inside, clinging to Miyuki immediately.
“I’m scared… hold me… please…”
Miyuki’s heart melted. He lowered himself onto the bed.
“Okay, okay… I’ve got you,” he whispered. “No monsters. No noises. Just me.”
Eijun curled against him instantly, his tiny hands clutching Miyuki’s shirt. “Warm… safe… Kazuya…”
Miyuki carefully stroked his hair. “Yeah… you’re safe. I’m right here.”
Eijun sighed softly and drifted off almost immediately, breathing slowing, small face pressed to Miyuki’s chest.
Kuramochi peeked through the slightly open door, smiling. Furuya was also there, sitting quietly on the floor.
“…He really is ours, huh,” Kuramochi whispered.
Furuya grumbled softly. “…Mhm… ours.”
Miyuki’s voice, soft and protective, carried across the room. “…Sleep tight, brat.”
*********
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows.
Eijun stirred, blinking sleepily. He stretched… and froze.
“…My hands… my arms… my legs… they’re… normal?”
Miyuki blinked. “…You’re… you’re back.”
Eijun leapt out of bed, almost knocking over Kuramochi. “I’M BACK!! I’M BACK!! I CAN PITCH NOW!!”
Kuramochi ruffled his hair. “Yeah, yeah. Welcome back, sunshine.”
Furuya, arms crossed, scowled but secretly smiled. “…You’re still annoying.”
“I am???” Eijun squealed, spinning around. “I’m AMAZING!!”
Miyuki finally let out a laugh—soft, almost shy, but full of relief. “Yeah… you are.”
Tiny chaos, warmth, laughter… it was all back. But now, they’d never forget the night little Eijun had taken over their hearts.
And for Eijun, everything felt just right: safe, loved, and surrounded by the people who cared for him the most.