A/N: What am I doing starting another fanfiction before even completing my previous one. I swear, I really don't know what was going on in my mind at 3:30am. Still, I hope you will enjoy it!

Miyuki Kazuya is, as many would say, popular with the girls (well, and maybe a few guys too). Every day, he could expect to find confession letters in his locker, inside of his bag, on top his desk, or sometimes even taped on his back. Honestly, he didn't even care about those stupid floral letters anymore-they were all the same to him. It's just another confession.

Or so he tried tell himself as he glanced inside his shoe locker to find a single piece of folded paper on top of his shoes.

In a messy scrabble, the letter stated: "Meet me at the first baseball bleachers after school" And in tiny, almost nonexistent letters at the bottom, it stated: "please"

The brunette arched his brow in amusement and chuckled to himself.

Interesting.

It wouldn't hurt to stop by just to see who it was.

After school, Miyuki went to the bleachers just as the note has told and waited 10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. Yes, he actually kept track of the time, but nobody showed up. There weren't a lot of people around. Usually, there would only be a crowd watching the baseball team during practice games, which are usually only during weekends.

Hmm, maybe they suddenly got sick or had something more important to do.

Miyuki decided to just wave it off and walked off toward practice. He still had a couple of minutes before practice starts, but if he didn't leave soon then he would definitely be late.

As he walked toward the changing room, Miyuki happened to glance to the side and saw Sawamura walking ahead of him. He smirked to himself and creeped up to the clueless boy, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Sa-wa-mu-ra~" He whispered lowly into his ear.

"Gyah! M-Miyuki, what are you doing here?"

"Going to practice, obviously? And it's Miyuki-senpai, you idiot."

The shorter boy pouted his lips a little. "I'm not an idiot."

"Oh, really now?" Miyuki replied sarcastically.

Lately he found that he really enjoyed teasing his kohai. Sawamura would always make these pouty faces. It was kind of cute actually. Wait, what? Miyuki shook his head. What is wrong with him, thinking that Sawamura of all people was cute?

"Oi, what are you two idiots doing? Hurry up and get changed already. Practice is about to start." Jun said as he walked out of the changing room toward the field.

Miyuki realized that he still had his arm wrapped around his underclassman's neck and immediately let go of him.

But if he had paid more attention, maybe he could have noticed the small blush that had graced the pitcher's face.

The next day, Miyuki wasn't surprised to find another note of equal quality inside his shoe locker.

Still curious as to whose it was, he decided to go check it out again after school.

After school, Miyuki had to run late to the meeting place, but still not late enough for practice to start when his teacher asked him to do a favor after class. It was just a small delivery to the office, but he wondered if the person was already waiting by the bleachers. He hurriedly made his way to the meeting place, but to his disappointment, it was once again a no-show.

"Tsk, what the heck."

Maybe he was just too late and the person had something of more importance to do. But still, two meetings and two no-shows. He was starting to wonder if this was some sort of prank, but decided to just ignore it. This was all just for fun anyway.

Miyuki began to walk to the changing room when he saw a moving figure in his peripheral vision and quickly turned to see who it was.

Sawamura was jogging with a tire on his waist inside near the fenced area. He stared at the freshman for a little while. Maybe longer than necessary until he saw the others walking toward to the field. "Oi Sawamura, practice is going to start. Get your ass over here!" Someone yelled. Miyuki wiped the unconscious smile off of his face.

"Oh shit," he cursed. He was going to be late! The catcher ran off to the changing room to get ready for practice.

That day, Miyuki had to run a few extra laps around the field. Even though he had to run errands and stay late for classroom duties, the second-year knew that he had no excuses.

The next morning was a rough one. Miyuki did not get any sleep, having to stay up all night playing shogi with the team captain. Because of that, he had woken up late that morning. As he made his way toward the school building, he realized that he had forgotten his notes and ran back to the dorms to get them. As a result, he made it to class late and had to stay after school to do cleaning duties.

That's why, by the time he was finished and went to his shoe locker to get his outdoor shoes, he was already kind of irritated. Sitting neatly on top of his shoes was another piece of folded paper. Already late for practice, Miyuki just shoved the note in his pocket and decided that the person could wait. He had already waited for them for two days to show their face and had two no-shows. It wasn't wrong of him to make them wait this time around. And that was only if they would even show up.

After practice was over, Miyuki went to take a shower. As he was taking off his pants, he noticed a crumpled note. Realizing that it was the note from his shoe locker, he uncrumpled to see if it was the same message he had been receiving. Surprisingly, it was different this time. The note read: "Come to the bleachers. I have something for you." Hmm, curious.

After a terribly loud dinner and deciding that there was still some time before the senpais would go to his room, Miyuki decided to go take a look at the bleachers and get some light practice. Grabbing his bat and towel, he made his way to the fields, taking the long way so he could pass by the bleachers.

As he was jogging past the meeting spot, Miyuki noticed that there was a dark object on top of the front row of the bleachers. He made his way toward the object and opened it up. A lollipop. Inside the box wasanother note that read: "Hope this makes you feel better."

Miyuki smirked to himself. Maybe this note business wasn't so bad after all. Although he still wondered who this patron was.

The next day, Miyuki found yet another note in his shoe locker. He decided to go check out the place again.

As usual, the bleachers did not have much of a crowd around. Miyuki made his way to the bleachers, picked up the black box that was probably left for him, and sat down, looking behind him once in a while to see if there was anyone coming by. He unwrapped the candy and started sucking on it. After a few minutes of waiting, Miyuki searched the field if he could spot his ador-no, his kohai. Usually, Sawamura would be doing his daily tire-running already. But currently, there was no sign of any idiots running along the field.

Miyuki turned his head again, and this time his eye caught on to something. Did the bushes just rustle? There weren't many feral around the school, so the possibility of it having been a cat was quite unlikely. Miyuki stood up and made his way toward the bushes. "Oi, is somebody there?" Suddenly, a shadow jumped out of the bush and through the row of trees behind the field. "Oi!" Miyuki decided to give the person a chase. Maybe, just maybe that was the person who has been leaving notes in his shoe locker. He ran through the row of trees and up the slope, but the person had already blended in with all of the other students making their way to and fro on the upper path. Then, he spotted Sawamura. Suddenly forgetting about his chase, he snuck up on his kohai. He wrapped both arms around Sawamura's neck and blew gently on his neck. Puu.

"GYAAH!" Sawamura immediately ducked down, already used to Kuramochi-senpai's back attacks and turned around in a stance to face his opponent. "H-huh? Miyuki-senpai?"

Too late. Miyuki was already laughing his ass off on the ground, clutching onto his sides. "Ha-hahaha! You should have seen your face!"

Sawamura glared at the catcher. "Stupid Miyuki."

Miyuki stood back up and put an arm over the pitcher's shoulder as they made their way toward practice. "Hey, what were you doing over here anyway?" He decided to ask.

"H-huh? I was running an errand..for Kuramochi-senpai."

Miyuki's expression darkened a little. "An errand, huh?"

"What?" Sawamura caught on to his senpai's suddenly darkened mood and immediately tried to move away. An angry Miyuki was not a good sign. Not at all.

Later on that night, Miyuki tried to ask Kuramochi about the errand.

"Huh? Oh, it was nothing much. It was just a food-run to the snack bar."

"Tsk, next time, you should just get your own food."

Kuramochi paused to think. "Miyuki, don't tell me you.."

"What?"

"No, never mind."

He was going to say 'Don't tell me you like our cute Eijun-chan," but decided against it after seeing Miyuki's terrible mood. An angry Miyuki was a dangerous one after all.

It's been one week, and Miyuki was still getting the same daily notes, the same lollipops, and same the no-shows. He already has a small stash of lollipops stored in his jacket pocket now, ready to be eaten on the go.

He has to admit, though, these lollipops were starting to become a habit. Every day, he would purposely walk the long way by the bleachers after school and sit for a few minutes to finish up a lollipop before going to practice.

And every day, his curiosity grew. Just who in the world would think to leave him these notes and lollipops daily?

Ah, that was when he had an epiphany.

When the bell rang the next day to signal the end of school, he immediately ran to the usual place with lightning speed, bypassing his shoe locker, and jumped right into one of the bushes behind the field. He was prepared today. Putting his outdoor shoes inside of his bag instead, and putting them on before the bell even rang.

Of course, why didn't he think of this earlier? If the person always manages to leave a lollipop inside the black box before he arrives, then all he has to do is to get there before them. Sometimes, Miyuki Kazuya thought that maybe he was a genius and prides himself with it. And this was, of course, was one of those moments.

He waited; 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes. He was just about to give up and just head to practice when he noticed a figure walking toward the bleachers.

The girl was around Ryousuke's height, with long flowing hair. She held a note in her hand.

Miyuki blinked. Of course, this was not what he was expecting. The notes that were in his shoe locker were always scribbled messily. He seriously would have never expected it to be a girl of her appearance.

Honestly, he was kind of disappointed. Miyuki was just about to walk out to confront the girl when he noticed another figure walking toward the bleachers.

"H-hey Narumi-san. I found this note in my shoe locker, telling me to s-someone here.. Was it you?"

"U-um yes it was. The thing is..I really like you, Mizuno-senpai!"

Miyuki sat awkwardly behind the bushes, trying not to make a sound. So it was a love confession after all, just not meant for him.

Miyuki recognized that name. That guy's shoe locker sat just three columns away from his, after all. Maybe it was just a mistake made by the girl. This whole week of hopefulness just came crashing down.

He chuckled to himself. Maybe this was karma for his shitty personality. After the new couple walked off, he stood up and walked away toward the baseball team changing rooms.

"Oi, is it just me or has Miyuki been in an even worst mood lately?"

"Tch, who knows? Just leave it alone. He'll get around."

After the incident, Miyuki was beyond irritated. He couldn't even bring himself to tease his kohai anymore. Not even when the perfect chance came up after a practice game when Sawamura was called up to bunt during a practice game.

He had already ignored his shoe locker for three days, not including the day of the incident and the weekend. There was no point in reminding himself of the one hopeful week he had in his love life, which was crushed to the point of no return in just a matter of minutes.

Today, he finally decided to return to using his shoe locker to put his shoes in. As per usual, he took off his indoor shoes and was just about to put it in the small compartment when he saw the several notes and lollipops. Raising his brow, he reached in to grab the letters.

First, he looked at the bottom one: "Sorry, can't come today. The lollipop will have to wait until tomor-" The letter seem to have been rushed, as the person didn't even have time to scribble the last parts of the word. That was from Friday.

Then, the second note: "There will be another lollipop waiting for you by the bleachers today~" Monday.

Third note: "Since you didn't come to claim it yesterday, I left this in your shoe locker. Hurry up and eat it before the ants do!" Tuesday.

Fourth note: "You stupid no-show Miyuki! I'm not going to keep transferring your lollipops for you!" Wednesday. The note made Miyuki quirk his brow a little. No show? Look who's talking.

And the final note: "Sorry if you're not interested anymore. This will be the last time. Meet you at the bleachers after school." Miyuki frowned a little at that and checked the time. Uh-oh, he had to stay after school to do some research at the library and too much time has already passed already.

Cursing inwardly to himself, Miyuki ran outside to toward the bleachers, forgetting to even change his shoes. Shit, the person was probably gone already. Why was he still doing this? He ran past the upper path, down the stairs, turned the corner and…

"Sawamura?"

"Sh-shit." The kohai glanced up at him and started to take off running. He jumped over the bushes, but tripped over his untied shoelaces when he was about to start running again.

Miyuki caught him just in time and pushed him against one of the nearby trees.

"Oi, so it was you this whole time? The notes and the lollipops—they were all your doing?"

Sawamura tilted his head down and looked toward the ground.

"S-so what if it was? Go ahead and laugh all you want, stupid Miyuki!" The pitcher flustered.

"But why?"

"Why? Because I like you, that's why! But lately, all you've been doing is ignor—umph!"

Miyuki shut him up effectively by connecting their lips together. He lifted one hand to the shorter boy's jaw and the other to gently caress his cheeks. And taking advantage of his kohai's open mouth, he pushed his tongue inside to deepen the kiss.

The best thing was, Sawamura actually kissed him back. Clutching onto his shirt for dear life and suddenly losing the strength to stand up by himself.

Miyuki lowered his left hand to support the other by his waist as they continued to kiss.

After what seemed like forever, they finally disconnected.

"I like you too, Bakamura."