fuck it satosugu sports au i don't know which sport but it's where one scores a point and the other runs to hug them in celebration and the only thing that runs through their minds is, "don't kiss him, don't kiss him, don't kiss him" because you can't date within teams or something idk man i got just as embarrassed as you did reading this as i wrote it okay it's questionable in concept okay but it could work idk if you know a sport you should take this and run with it and make something less cringeworthy thank you
Easy. JJK Baseball AU flashback to the semifinal game of the Summer Koshien. Geto and Gojo bat back to back (they're a lil duo).
Bottom of the ninth, they're down by one. Geto hits a ground ball double right between the third baseman and the shortstop. Easily slides into second beating the throw. Tying run in scoring position. Gojo comes up to the plate. He makes eye contact with Geto across the diamond and smirks. Geto smiles back and gets ready to run. If he can count on anyone to create an opportunity for him to score, it's his best friend. Satoru's going to get a hit no matter what.
First pitch outside. Ball one. Second pitch low. Ball two. Third pitch straight down the middle and Gojo cracks it. It sails high over the infield as the pitcher turns to watch it's path, begging for it to drop. Geto glances to the outfield. The center fielder is running for the wall. Geto moves back toward the bag. If the ball drops, he can run. If it's caught, he'll have to tag the base before advancing to third or he'll be thrown out. He glances back toward home. Gojo isn't even watching. He's twirling the bat with a smug look on his face and popping his gum because... he already knows.
Geto feels the tension fall off his shoulders as Gojo makes eye contact with him again, and winks.
"HOME RUN! HOME RUN! IT'S A TWO-RUN HOMER TO WIN THE GAME!"
Geto shakes his head and begins jogging to third. The crowd noise swells until it's just a buzz in the back of his mind. All the attention will be on Gojo for a moment. The broadcasters definitely have a camera locked on him right now. The crowd will want to see the star player take a victory lap. Strangely, though he's on center stage, Geto has a moment to himself. He glances across the diamond as he steps on third base. His best friend, finally rounding the bases, is cupping a hand to his ear, egging the roaring fans on. Instinct takes hold, and wants to warn Satoru about being too arrogant. The pitcher's going to throw at you next time, he'd probably say, or what happens when you get thrown out at first because you waited to long to run.
Then his eyes glance toward home plate where the rest of the team has rushed out of the dugout. They're leaping toward him, joy, excitement, and relief on all their faces, and it washes over him almost in slow motion. There isn't a next pitch. There isn't a next at bat. Not until the final. Because they made it. Hands grab him as his foot touches down on home plate and he's pulled into the joyous outpouring of emotion with his teammates.
Haibara is whooping in his ear, batting helmet still on his head from when he was warming up in the on deck circle behind Gojo. Nanami is patting him on the back, a rare smile gracing his stern features, and Geto realizes he's smiling too. Ear to ear as his teammates greet him with a drumming of slaps to the helmet in overwhelming celebration of a shared victory.
Just as quickly as it comes into focus, all this fades into noise as well, because Gojo is rounding third, and, coming down the baseline, all he's looking at, as if it's all he sees, is Geto. Past the chaos at home plate, through the cheering of the crowd, and regardless of the cameras locked onto his face in this moment, Satoru is looking right at him with the same soft and open excitement as when he hits a pitch in practice that he's never hit before. The same look he gives him when he beats a level in a video game that he's been stuck at for a month. The same look as when they finish a movie at midnight, laid out shoulder to shoulder in front of the small tv in Geto's dorm, and Satoru's about to roll over and ask him if he can just stay the night again.
He has to remember they're in front of thousands of people. Nanami's hands grip his shoulders to pull him backwards and clear the plate. He has to remember he's surrounded by his teammates. Gojo jogs into home and jumps on the plate as the team swarms him. He has to remember they're being broadcast across Japan. Satoru's arms wrap around him as the huddle begins jumping up and down around home plate, cheering and whooping. He has to remember...
"I told you I would, didn't I?"
Hot breath on his ear and words he can hardly make out over the noise. Then Gojo is smirking at him again. He leans in.
"Is that what that face meant?"
Gojo laughs. His face bright, his eyes shining, his voice ringing through Geto's memory, coming to him as clear as a bell through the deafening noise all around them. Satoru leans into him again.
"I knew I was going to get you across that plate no matter what."
A familiar feeling swells in Geto's chest. He has to remember where they are. Their teammates jostle them in celebration, pushing them closer together. He has to remember they're not alone. Satoru grins down at him, the same delightful grin that makes his stomach flutter. That makes him want to reach out and...
Don't kiss him, don't kiss him, don't kiss him—
Suddenly, light opens up behind Gojo as the crowd parts, and before he can duck out of the way, they're both soaked in ice water. Gojo flips around to shout at the offenders. The freshman benchwarmer Ijichi looks terrified running away holding one side of the empty cooler, and Coach Yaga is laughing hysterically back at the dugout. All at once, the crowd noise roars in Geto's ears again and the world comes back into focus.
Gojo looks back over his shoulder, hair dripping and a huge wet spot down the back of his jersey, and smiles at him. Warm and familiar, and Geto remembers they'll have time later, just the two of them. He watches as Gojo pulls some chunks of ice out of the back of his jersey and turns to chase after Ijichi, ice in hand.
Right now, they'll celebrate. Tomorrow, they'll rest. Then they're going to win the Summer Koshien.
After that, they'll have all the time in the world.
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Something like that! If you want more JJK Baseball AU <<< (and you wanna know why this is the semis not the finals) I got posts. I love the inspo bc I really don't be writing for real. Hope you like!
