[Mizawa] Umbrella Drop Sky

"Miyuki, senior?..."

The heart rate of athletes has always been stable and regular. There is no moment—whether it is making a decision when the bases are full, or standing on the podium to receive the trophy—like now, when he snatched his friend’s mobile phone through alcohol, I found that person's name in the address book, and when he dialed the number tremblingly, his pulse seemed to stop and his heart hung high in his throat.It seemed that he had to wait for his careful temptation to be transformed into the tacit understanding he secretly hoped for by that person, so that his heart could fall back to its original place and his pulse beat again.

Fortunately, Sawamura Eijun will never disappoint Miyuki Kazuya.

The faint hesitation immediately made his heart return to his chest, but the frequency was out of control.He managed to drive his tongue numb due to alcohol to spit out a few words of greetings. He thought that the unbearable longing was like the rough waves under the sea, and Sawamura could easily feel it just by looking at it.

However, God always seems to like to make things difficult for them.

Hearing the sudden busy tone on the other end of the phone, he held the phone in front of his eyes with a blank expression.At some point, Cang Mo came up behind him and hiccupped him.The pungent smell of beer and stomach acid penetrated into his nostrils pervasively, and his bad friend looked at the screen of the mobile phone before he could feel it enough, raised his left leg and kicked him in the back, "Haha Haha! Miyuki Kazuya, you also have a day when someone hangs up your phone!"

--Will not.

Miyuki shook his head secretly, he clearly caught the flash of the other party's bewilderment just like himself from that short voice.When he said his name, the other party and even himself trembled slightly unnoticed--the kind of trembling that he was familiar with, the trembling of longing.

With that in mind, he pressed the redial button without hesitation.

The former captain, who had been absent from the OB for many years, undoubtedly became the target of public criticism throughout the night—the treatment received by the former captain is actually the same as that received by the OB many years ago, the only difference is that he lacks the meeting Whoever stood in front of him wholeheartedly.

It was probably because of this that he got drunk so easily and thoroughly.

The phone redialed twice, and the mechanical tone reminded him that the other party had turned off.Miyuki was still not discouraged and wanted to dial a third time, but the sudden colic in his stomach made him unable to resist throwing away the phone, and bent over and squatted down clutching his stomach.

Accompanied by the constant nausea in the upper throat, the familiar headache and dizziness.Miyuki also squatted on the spot with his head buried. Others couldn't see that he was already in pain, his facial features were twisted into a ball, but Kuramochi somehow knew about his friend's stomach problems. On the one hand, he couldn't help but chattered to Miyuki, "If you have a bad stomach, don't drink so much alcohol... No one will stop you, don't you know how to push it away...Hey, Miyuki Kazuya, please answer me first... Where is your hotel? ?”

Miyuki spat out the address of the hotel word by word, and the drowsiness from the pain surrounded him.He felt himself being lifted up by the cursing Kuramochi, and walked out of the izakaya with flimsy steps.The cold wind outside howled into his collar, making him sober for a moment, so he vaguely recalled that he should have written down Sawamura's phone number.

It was already noon when Miyuki woke up the next day.

He was thrown directly on the bed by Cang Chi without consideration. Fortunately, the guy still had a little bit of the basic conscience of being a friend—the quilt was pulled and covered for him, and then he patted his ass and left.

He doesn't feel good after a hangover, not to mention that yesterday's situation should be that the sudden large amount of alcohol stimulated his stomach that has been pampered over the years, more or less complicated by gastroenteritis.Miyuki rubbed his head and got up, the soreness swept across his whole body in an instant - after he boiled hot water and drank it, he finally felt a little better, then stretched his body and walked to the balcony of the room.

The midday sun hanging high in the sky poured down the ground without hesitation.

This is a city he is familiar with.

As far as the eye can see, there are undulating buildings, high-rise rooms or overpasses connecting them. Passers-by dragging luggage and carrying briefcases hurried past.The traffic jam on the one-way lane is serious at any time. The long traffic flows stop and go, and they line up in an orderly manner to get on the elevated road or into the tunnel.You can find a convenience store within two steps on the street. Office workers come out of the office building in twos and threes at noon, squeeze into the small convenience store, pick up a box of bento that is barely satisfactory, and then walk back to the office.

Even though he has lived for a whole year in the land of sparse and scattered low houses, compared with the coconut trees that seem inconceivably tall, when he stands here, although he clearly basks in the uniqueness in the universe and is no different from what he has seen in California The sun in front of him, what he sees is the trivial and disturbing daily life of the city - but he still deeply feels that this is where he belongs.

On some late mornings, he was dragged by Sawamura to walk over the overpass to take the JR, and passed by young men in suits and leather shoes. He accidentally bumped into someone when he went up and down the stairs without waking up. , Sawamura had no choice but to firmly hold his hand, and lead it towards him from time to time, while nodding to apologize to the stranger.

When he had just obtained his driver's license and bought a car, he also drove Sawamura out for dinner on a whim during the offseason. It happened to be the evening rush hour, and they were sitting in the car, stuck motionless on the elevated road.The bodies of him sitting in the driver's seat and Sawamura's sitting in the co-pilot suddenly approached as if they had become a negative distance. Their lips and teeth depended on each other.Until finally, someone drove a car and overtook them in the lane next to them, and did not forget to open the window and give them the middle finger.

For a while, Sawamura worked part-time at a convenience store not far from his home, and he was very busy at noon, but in the afternoon, he would often send him text messages one by one without doing anything.A compulsory course in the middle of his training is to turn on his phone and look through most of the meaningless messages, and occasionally replying one or two can encourage that person to send more nonsense.

This is the source of the sense of belonging.

In the city in front of him, it seems that there are him and his past figure in every corner.

It's a vast mood that clings to all the places they have shared memories.Once awakened, it is the hometown to which he belongs.

He dialed the phone number he had jotted down hastily.

This time, he fell asleep after a hangover, drank two glasses of warm water, stood in place and took a deep breath for 5 minutes, recalling many of the memories they created together; and the weather was also at noon and the sun was shining - the right time and place And, this time, Miyuki had a hunch that not only would he be able to make a call, but he might even be able to have a heart-to-heart conversation with the other party.

"Hey?"

Very good, sure enough, the other party answered the phone.Miyuki thought with some complacency that Sawamura should have a tacit understanding with him, so he answered this strange phone number.

He cleared his throat timidly, and silently prayed in his heart that the beer he drank last night would not cause any damage to his magnetic voice, "Sawamura? It's me."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone - but the other party didn't hang up.

"You made that phone call last night?" Sawamura's voice sounded a little forced to be calm, "Where are you... now?"

"...Tokyo." Miyuki originally imagined various content of their first conversation after a long separation, and designed countless opening dialogues to avoid embarrassment.But it was only at this moment that he realized that what he had calculated was useless at all—it had been like this since the first time he met this pitcher, he was always led by the nose unconsciously, even though he was the one who guided him. catcher. "I thought you would come to OB...after all..."

"After all, I was very active before, right?" The other party chuckled, "I can't really say I like it, but I don't hate it. In the past... I was worried about Miyuki-senpai's social barriers, okay?"

"Huh? Why do I look like I have a social disorder? But you, don't you really have this kind of variant social disorder that is unilaterally dismissed because of your IQ?"

He ignored the discomfort caused by the slight change of the other party in a flash, and habitually answered the words and made fun of him.However, Sawamura did not jump into a rage and yell desperately to refute as he remembered.

"Miyuki-senpai... I, I'm in Los Angeles."

It was only then that Miyuki realized that the background sound on Sawamura's side was extremely noisy, full of screams he was familiar with and broadcast sounds mixed with electric sounds.He has always entered the arena with such voices this year to prepare for warming up, but now he heard them as the background of Sawamura's words suddenly blare, which seemed a little distant and strange.

"I'm at Dodger Stadium!"

As if to prove Sawamura's words, Miyuki vaguely caught the word "Los Angeles" from the screaming voice.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether he was more happy or more regretful.He was silent for a few seconds, then sighed, "What's so interesting about an exhibition match?"

——Why didn’t you watch the official game earlier?

"Hey, Kazuya Miyuki, the current Dodgers player, even an exhibition game is a game! Please pay attention to every game of your team, okay? How can you make progress if you despise the game?"

Hearing Sawamura's seriousness, he couldn't help but curl his lips, "Yes, yes, Master Sawamura taught you the lesson."

"I didn't come to this exhibition match for you."

The smile and surprise in his words were so blatant, it frightened his little pitcher, who was so startled by him and immediately shrank back into his shell, telling a lie that neither of them believed.

They pretended to be familiar with each other, but the knot between the two appeared unexpectedly, catching Miyuki by surprise.

Both fell silent suddenly.

"As expected, we are made for each other." Sawamura suddenly broke the silence with a relieved smile.He didn't seem to feel the slightly awkward atmosphere created by himself just now. "The timing of figuring out how to hit a straight ball is so consistent."

“Sadly a perfect miss!”

Sawamura blew a whistle, Miyuki did not hear any regret from this person's heartless words, but sensitively captured the other's natural attitude.

Perhaps Sawamura's whistle on the other end of the phone was mistaken for a fan's booing, and many people began to respond to him—there were whistles and cheering shouts around him.

Miyuki suddenly relaxed, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the wicker chair beside him, resting his chin and listening to Sawamura's incoherent speech, feeling a little funny.

"It's amazing." He heard the smile in the voice he missed so much, somehow it reminded him of the two standing together many years ago, grinning with exactly the same spirited smile. "Just now when I entered the stadium and sat down, I was surprised to learn that you will not be playing today..."

Sawamura's words were interrupted by a sudden loud booing sound - Miyuki couldn't help but laugh, the audience at the Dodgers' home game was still so overbearing.

It was a while before he heard Sawamura continue, "...I just started waiting for the phone to ring."

"I pinched the phone in my hand, and waited until the kick-off hadn't rang... I began to wonder if I read too many shoujo manga, so I had this inexplicable reverie..."

The sun was scorching white on Miyuki's head, and he looked at the two pots of red morning glory on the balcony in a good mood.This flower has entered the end of its life, and the sun at noon makes it wilt and hang its head. I'm afraid it will be completely withered before tomorrow.The sunshine of October is at the end of its strength, although it is strong but not poisonous, even this beautiful flower is trying to prolong its life, wanting to be touched more by such gentle sunshine.

The laws of nature are not so indestructible when faced with the will of life itself.

"I've kept all your girl's comics in that cabinet." Miyuki lazily leaned back in the chair, slowly recalling where he hid all the things that took up space but were reluctant to throw away. "Before you went to Nagoya, you strongly asked me to keep it well... You said that when we live together with the team again, we will put it out again."

"It sounds like I set up quite a few Flags for myself before."

——Not all Flags.At least, the matter of becoming the trump card was realized by you.

"Did you go to the OB yesterday? Then..." Sawamura suddenly changed the subject, and talked about Miyuki's situation instead.

Yuxing was stunned for a moment, and actually understood the guy's unfinished question.

"That guy Kuramochi didn't say anything... Of course, I didn't ask. No matter what about you, I just want to know from you... What's more, since I made up my mind to come to you I plan to ask you directly to understand."

The game was in full swing, but Miyuki felt that the other end of the phone was unusually quiet, and he seemed to be able to hear his frantic heartbeat.

Sawamura was quiet for a while, and finally said slowly, "Actually...it's not a complicated thing..."

It's really not complicated - Sawamura has covered the whole story of the accident in a few words, and even mentioned his life in the past three years lightly.

"Actually, the work of a physical education teacher is not as easy as I imagined..."

The other party's speech was flat and without ups and downs, only a little bit more intense when he mentioned the group of little kids who made his teeth itch, so Miyuki couldn't connect this person with the boy who stared at the batter on the mound back then .

He and he are obviously the partners who love straight balls to win the most. With a straight ball, the hitters have scored countless three-strokes and strikeouts, but they have fallen into confusion in front of their own feelings, and neither side is willing to "beg" directly. The other party's thoughts.

"The idea that you think I'm going to lose our relationship so easily... makes me sad."

Although he once paralyzed himself with his own "Tao", he thought he could use new habits to smear old wounds by following the path he believed in.Being busy became the best medicine, which easily cured his loss and sadness.The scabbed wound no longer hurt, and he thought he was healed.

"Of course, what makes me sadder than you not trusting me is that I'm not by your side when you are in the most pain."

Apparently he didn't expect Miyuki to say this first, Sawamura was silent for a while and suddenly laughed.

"I think at that time I should really not want to see the face of you, a baseball genius."

Miyuki didn't take the other party's destruction of the atmosphere as a pestle, but laughed himself too.

He laughed until tears ran down his face, hesitantly said what was in his heart, "It is true that we have had countless memories based on baseball... But this does not mean that our feelings are parasitic on this death things."

Although he regretted that the two had been separated for three years because of such a reason, he was secretly lucky that they got a chance to be honest with each other.

"For example...even if you're not a pitcher now..." Miyuki spoke with some difficulty, phrasing every word, hoping that he wouldn't inadvertently hurt the heart of this seemingly tough but sensitive pitcher. "It stands to reason that you'd avoid... I mean, even though you're going to be emotional, you're still sitting in the Dodger Stadium auditorium, and you see—you've proven it, you still love me, don't you?"

"Yu, Xing, Yi, Ye!" The other party became a little annoyed, "I haven't seen you for three years, and your skin is even thicker."

Miyuki Kwon pretended not to hear, and touched the handle of the wicker chair with a smile, as if to appease a guy who guessed that his hair had exploded even though he didn't see it.He continued, "What's more, we can create many, many new memories that have nothing to do with baseball -- something you can relish for the rest of your life."

He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, suddenly looking forward to his future life.

"Tell me, wait for me to go back to Los Angeles. Or do you come to Tokyo right away?"