Megumi Fushiguro loved how much you talked.

“—And then I went to the bakery down the street from my campus to get that one coffee cake I always get? The one you brought me after my class?”

“Mhm.”

“But they were freaking out of it it’s like they knew I was coming to take their stock man. It was seven in the morning how the fuck are you out of coffee cake?”

Megumi laughed softly and pressed a slow sweet kiss to your cheek, readjusting his arms around your waist as he scooched your body closer to his on his lap, the both of you on his huge black bean bag that sat in his living room as he leaned the side of his head back on your shoulder, relaxed and a little sleepy.

“So then I had to go to the one on campus, even though I already know it doesn’t taste the same…” You sighed sadly. “What if they did that on purpose? What if they want me to stop coming?”

Megumi huffed an amused breath through his nose and shook his head gently against your shoulder. “Don’t think so, baby. I feel like you keep them in business with how much you go.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, grumbling. “Yet they treat me like this...”

Tilting your head down then to get a better look at him, you peeked at his sleepy face and tired eyes as he tried his absolute hardest to stay awake for you, wanting to listen to everything you had to say and more, but his eyelids drooping every couple of seconds before opening back up again just not letting him.

You smiled softly and carded your fingers through his black hair, pushing the front strands back and giving him a cute peck on his forehead.

“Take a nap Gumi… you’re so tired I can see it.”

“Uh uh.” Megumi hummed.

He lifted his head groggily and propped his chin up on your shoulder, eyes closed.

“Keep going.” He murmured, his words a little slurred. “Did you end up getting your coffee cake from the other bakery..?”

“I did.” You responded softly, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek as your soothing voice lulled him. “It was nasty. The end. C’mon baby you have practice tomorrow—”

“No.”

“Gumi it’s late I don’t want to keep you uuupp.” You whined, nudging him.

“If you sleep over.” He mumbled.

“But I have class tomorrow.”

“I’ll take you.”

“But you always do and I feel bad…” You pinched his cheek softly. “It’s okay I can—”

“Don’t care.”

You giggled. “Well I do. I want you to get more sleep Gumi, your practices are crazy long now and you have them like everyday—”

He groaned loudly and ushered you up, you complying as you watched him lazily stand from the bean bag and grab you, baggy eyes half lidded as he picked you up from around your legs and threw you over his shoulder— something he always did ever since the day he confessed, and something you absolutely floored over whenever he did it.

Your giggles rang through his quiet and spacious apartment that made him sleepily smile as he lazily carried you down the hall and to his room, setting you softly to sit on his plush bed as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head, though nearly almost missing, him leaning back up and grabbing the hem of his black shirt— pulling it over his head and carelessly tossing it somewhere in the room before climbing into bed.

You felt so so bad. The team’s schedule was released just two weeks prior, and seeing as the world series was coming up— the most important segment of competitive games they could possibly ever have, the coaches and managers were grinding and overworking their players to pure fucking filth, them wanting to keep their streak as the number one baseball team no matter what it took.

And because of that, Megumi was always so tired and stressed— holding on day by day as the higher ups demanded so much of him because he was the most skilled on the team, him spending his days trying to stay awake and make time for you— picking you up from class and taking you out to lunch like he always did, but your worried gaze always on his dark under eyes as you insisted and told him already that you understood, that he didn’t need to right now if it was over the subject of his career.

And especially if it was for the world series.

“Lay down.” He murmured, patting the pillow next to him as he peeked at you with one eye open.

It had been almost an entire year since you and Megumi started dating, and you have never ever been happier in your life as you thanked your lucky stars over and over again for being such a dumbass— wholly believing that if one thing had changed, it wouldn’t have played out the way that it did.

And you adored the way that it played out.

Megumi was so affectionate. Everyday. His love language being physical touch as he literally never left you alone and always had to be touching you in any given situation— like his hand on your thigh whenever he drove, playing with your fingers from across the table while out at a restaurant… And like now, his toned body literally engulfing you into his that it made you feel so cared for and warm and loved, something you always wanted to feel for the rest of your life as long as it was with him.

The next morning he drove you to school like he said he would, and then went straight to practice after, you telling him that you would be there once your classes were over.

And when you did get to the stadium later that day, Megumi was mad.

“What the fuck happened?” You quickly sat next to your best friend on the sidelines, her snickering as you both watched Megumi tell off another player for fumbling a double play on the field.

“They’re making more errors today,” Your girl friend sighed. “They’re all nervous since their Division Series game is tomorrow and they’re getting closer to the big thing… But Megumi is not having it.”

“You bobbled the ball go to first fucking base and eat it what the hell are you doing trying to—”

You gnawed at your bottom lip.

It was common for Megumi to bark out orders and take charge on the field, that wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it was only here and there where he was yelling and insulting the rest of his teammates like that (mostly rarely). A sign you knew was because he was stressing the fuck out.

“What you just did was a kiddie fucking error we won’t make it to the world series like this dingus the fuck are you—”

You covered your face and groaned. “I can’t watch… I don’t think I’ve seen him like this since that one day he asked me to come here.”

“You mean the day he ate you out in—”

“Shuuushhh!” Your hands shot out and slapped over her mouth as she let out a muffled laugh, your eyes wide and cheeks pink as you frantically looked around to see if anybody had heard her.

She took your wrists then and pulled them away. “Have you guys even had sex yet? How many times am I gonna ask you until you say yes—”

You nudged her away. “No! We haven’t yet.”

You didn’t know why you hadn’t— the topic just one that was never brought up by either of you.

But you’ve definitely done other things though.

Megumi was like a dog, not knowing the meaning of ‘keep your hands to yourself’ as he was always groping your ass in public out of no where just to hear you squeak in surprise, shoving his hands down your pants and making you cum repeatedly on his fingers when you’re both innocently just watching a movie on his couch, pressing his face into your tits and sucking hickeys whenever you wore a low cut shirt, and bullying his way in between your legs to lick and devour you up whenever he felt like it— all things he did with zero hesitation nor self control.

You weren’t complaining though, definitely not— you were just as freaky.

Because every time Megumi wore those gray sweatpants after practices that you loved oh so very much, no shirt on with his perfect toned body out only for your eyes— your mouth was on him, licking his chest all the way down to his pelvis, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down until all that was left before you was his MLB dick, you taking him into your mouth and sucking the absolute life out of him until he was shaking and breathlessly chanting your pretty name like a prayer—

“Break!”

You pulled yourself from your thoughts and stood, your eyes already watching the way Megumi walked over from across the field with his head down, chest heaving and his face glistening with sweat against the setting sun, his baseball uniform covered in dirt.

Both you and your girl friend walked down the steps and towards the bullpen, you quickly grabbing a clean white hand towel from the Gatorade jug rack beforehand and catching up, spotting Yuji and Megumi already seated inside on a bench.

Upon Megumi noticing you coming up, he smiled softly, tiredly.

“You guys are sucking today.” Your best friend deadpanned, and you elbowed her.

“No. you guys just look really nervous… is everything okay?”

You took a seat next to Megumi and silently offered the clean towel, him gently bringing up your extended wrist and pecking it in gratitude before taking the towel and wiping down his face, your cheeks flushing in response.

Yuji sighed deeply and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “Everyone’s literally losing it. We win every year but each year that comes is extra added pressure to keep that up.” 

Megumi nodded wordlessly in agreement, his head hung.

“Well this is your first bad practice isn’t it?” You softly mentioned.

“Yeah… maybe it’s just today and you guys will be okay tomorrow.” Your girl friend added, smiling comfortingly at Yuji, him giving her the same smile back but with apprehension in his eyes.

“Would’ve been fine if it was yesterday.” Megumi cut in, voice monotone. “Not today. Bot when it’s the last leg for the world series.”

He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms with closed eyes, Yuji nodding next to him.

You pulled your lips into a thin line, heavy anxiety brewing in your chest at the thought of them possibly losing before even getting into the league championships, something their team has never done before as they’ve always just gone straight through. 

In order to get through to the World Series, their team has to win the Division Series and the League Championships, then they earn their rightful shining spot of playing in the World Series and winning— something Megumi has been a part of for almost three years now, and something the team has dominated over for five consecutive years straight.

But what if this year was different? 

“How are you feeling?” You gently asked Megumi after a bit. “I saw you were a little mad today on the field…”

He slowly pried his eyes open and looked at you, sighing softly through his nose.

“M’fine, pretty baby.” He murmured. “They’re just not playing like they should be.” 

Megumi took his cap off and scratched the side of his head, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “And neither am I to be honest.”

Your eyes softened. 

“What do you mean?”

“M’just not meeting the standards I set for myself.”

“But you play well in every game Gumi..” You mumbled. “Don’t overwork yourself please. Just keep doing what you’ve been doing… it’s been going great so far, hasn’t it?”

He gave you a little smile and lazily reached up to delicately caress and run the ends of your hair through his fingers. “I need to amp it up though. I need to try harder.”

“Try harder when you’re already winning?” You quirked a confused brow.

He nodded. 

“What’s the reason behind that?”

Megumi gave you a sly smile. “Because you’ll be watching me.”

You gawked, shaking your head at him. “Gumi, you know anything that you do makes me freak out and it’s embarrassing...” You subconsciously tugged a bit at the sides of his jersey. “The way you tied my shoes for me the other day made me freak out. The way you pumped my gas last week made me freak out. The way you stuck your fingers inside my pu—”

His eyes bulged open as he shot forward and muffled you with a kiss, you kissing him back and laughing cutely once he pulled away.

“Nasty mouth…” He mumbled, but the little grin on his face made you giggle as he put his cap back on over his head and nudged it down, trying to conceal his eyes and the blushing of his cheeks— but you catching on anyways.

“How was class?” He asked quietly, readjusting his cap. “Did you get your coffee cake after I dropped you off?”

You shook your head. “No because I’d rather die than get the one on campus. They need to close that place down.”

Megumi snorted, but his eyebrows pinched momentarily as he took your hand in his and started playing with your fingers. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve drove you to the one you like.”

“No Gumi I wasn’t gonna make you do that... i wanted you to sleep in as much as possible.”

“I’ll take you after practice.”

“No! You need to nap after don’t waste time—”

“M’not wasting time.” He replied, But before you could get another word in, his coach called all players back on field.

“I’ll see you after.” he stood and pecked your forehead. “I love you, pretty baby.”

You smiled shyly, your cheeks a cute pink.

“I love you too.”

Thankfully, Megumi didn’t seem as pissed off for the rest of practice, and you hoped it was because of the little chat you had with him in the bullpen prior and that it cheered him up in some way— the team playing a lot better and actually working together this time instead of being at each others throats over feeble mistakes.

And when they were all finally back at the locker rooms packed up and ready to go, you organized his clean uniform for tomorrow and hung his gloves neatly inside his locker, closing it once you were done.

“You don’t have to do that baby.” He murmured, gesturing to his locker as he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and extended a hand. “Organize. I can do that.”

“But I like doing it...” You took his offering hand and interlaced your fingers with his. “It helps you find things quicker.”

You both stepped out, quickly bidding your girl friend and Yuji goodbye on the way as you walked down the echoey hallway together.

“—You also don’t have to drive me to school every morning but you do that anyways.”

He smiled. “Touché.”

He led you out of the arena and over to the private parking area for players and crew— him opening the passenger side door for you to step inside and shutting it after, throwing his duffel bag to the back once he got in the drivers seat.

“Do they sell food at the bakery?” He looked over at you as he pulled out. “They do don’t they.”

“They do!” You nodded sweetly. “But we’re not going.”

“Why.”

“Because you need to sleep—”

“No.”

“Megumi—”

He shot you a glare and you squeaked.