Oofuri, "Romance," Abe/Mihashi, PG
Sixth commission for shirono! This one gave me some trouble, I must confess, thanks to a mixture of mild health issues, some work stress, and ... okay well honestly, the fact that it WASN'T conducive to porn. Those of you just joining us should probably be aware that I am, in fact, an unrepentant pervert, hi how's it goin'.
Nonetheless, I'm pleased enough with how it came out. I hope you're pleased with it too, Fuji!
The prompt: "Mihashi's been eyeing up a videogame for weeks, and Abe buys it for him for no reason at all."
Spoiler: Abe buys Mihashi a videogame. *laughs*
Romance
by mistr3ss Quickly
Romance isn't at all Abe's thing. Doesn't come naturally to him. Doesn't really make much sense to him.
For example: He gets it that he has feelings for Mihashi that go beyond team camaraderie and friendship. He gets it that Mihashi feels the same way towards him. He gets it that having those kinds of feelings for each other means they'll treat each other differently than they treat others, but that's where he stops getting it and starts wondering if maybe he's the last sane person on the earth, because the suggestions he finds online for what to do for someone you have feelings for are all stupid and inappropriate and stupid, not the kind of stuff he'd even consider doing for Mihashi-or anyone else, for that matter.
He dismisses the suggestions of flowers and small stuffed animals and jewelry as girly, something Mihashi is very not. Gives ten seconds' thought to buying chocolate (yet another suggestion), but chocolates will likely make Mihashi queasy and fill him with empty carbohydrates that won't turn into good long-lasting energy, which is stupid and just makes Abe angry. Makes him consider for all of thirty seconds the option of presenting Mihashi with some good rice and fish to help him put on some weight and get some energy, but that's Shino'oka's job, not his, and it's not romantic when Shino'oka does it anyway, so he rolls his eyes and navigates away from the dating advice web-page he's been reading, surfs through the latest sports news instead.
Mihashi likes sweet bean better than chocolate anyway, he's pretty sure. Gets plenty of sweets from his mom, doesn't need another source of sugar in his system just because some flowery stupid site on the internet thinks he should.
Another example: Abe's feeling Mihashi's palm before a game against the neighboring prefecture's best team, checking to make sure Mihashi's not so wound up with anxiety that he won't pitch well, when he notices Hanai and Tajima snickering and pointing at them, Tajima announcing shamelessly that he thinks it's cute to see "the loving couple" holding hands. Keeps laughing about it, starts talking about how romantic it is, doesn't shut up even when it's obvious the rest of the team is uncomfortable with the situation. Hanai whaps him and tells him to shut him up, which helps, gets him to shut up, but it lodges a thought in Abe's brain, one that bothers him through the entire game. Makes him realize that he's never held hands with Mihashi, never needed or wanted to. Makes him realize that he doesn't want to, really. Mostly because he doesn't see the point of holding the guy's hand, unless they want the entire prefecture to know they're together or something.
He almost asks Mihashi about it, the next time they're walking home together alone, just to see what Mihashi says. Changes his mind when merely nudging the guy with his shoulder when he mis-steps sends Mihashi into a stuttering fit of nerves. Mihashi's not much into being touched in public unless it's Abe working on his shoulder or feeling his hand during practice or a game. Which is fine. Abe didn't really want to hold hands with him, anyway.
He's in Akihabara, one of the few weekends they don't have practice or a game, when Hanai finds him and figures out immediately that the game in his hand is for Mihashi, mostly because Mihashi's been talking about it non-stop with Tajima for two weeks, excited in a way he usually is only when talking about baseball. He's quick to wave away Hanai's suggestion that he's "such a romantic," insists with the kind of glare that would probably reduce Mihashi to a wibbling pile of useless that it's not at all romantic to buy a stupid video game for a guy who likes stupid video games. That it's just a thing. Normal.
"Yeah?" Hanai says. "Then what's it for?"
Abe freezes. Mihashi's birthday isn't for a few months, yet. He hasn't done anything spectacular on the field lately. Certainly hasn't done more than squeak by in his classes.
He turns the glare up a notch when Hanai shrugs and waves the question away.
"Don't bother answering that," he says. "If anyone else asks, tell them it's a distraction to keep him from pitching at home and hurting himself. Only way you can guarantee his value on the field. That's asshole enough for someone to believe, coming out of your mouth."
Abe argues that he is not an asshole. Hanai points out that he's not a romantic, either, and suddenly, being an asshole sounds a lot more appealing.
Confusing, too. He's not buying Mihashi a video game-which is a stupid thing for him to have anyway, a possible distraction from studying and sleeping enough and stretching-because he wants to make the guy go all doe-eyed or whatever. Isn't doing it because he thinks it'll make Mihashi love him, either, the very thought of which makes his skin crawl.
He's just buying it. Because he can. Because he wants to.
He takes it to Mihashi's house and gets a smile and a pat on the head from Mihashi's mom in greeting, which makes Mihashi blush a lot when he comes downstairs and sees his mom being her usual warm and friendly self. He's all knotted up with nerves when his mom finally lets them escape up to his room, stutters so badly that Abe has to ask him to repeat himself twice, just to figure out that he's saying hi.
"I only p-pitched a little t-this morning," he says when Abe reaches out to touch his shoulder (out of habit) and notices that the muscles tighter than usual. "And I stretched afterwards. S-some."
Not enough for Abe's tastes, but enough that he's not going to have any lasting damage. Abe lets his hands linger anyway, works his way up to the spots on Mihashi's neck that make Mihashi purr like a kitten when rubbed, works them until Mihashi's relaxed and sighing, eyes unfocused when Abe leans in to kiss him.
Kissing's romantic, according to the sites Abe read. He gets that. Makes him wonder, absently, if romance is supposed to make his cock stiffen in his shorts, or if maybe he's just weird. He's kissing Mihashi, after all, so weird doesn't seem like a very far stretch.
"Here," he says, shoving the bag (which he'd only kind of forgotten about in the haze of good and want he feels whenever he's kissing Mihashi) into Mihashi's lap when it's becoming obvious that they either need to do the kind of things Mihashi's mom really shouldn't walk in on them doing or do something else until Abe's hormones are less insistent. "So you don't pitch anymore today. You'll hurt yourself if you pitch too much."
It sounds nice and asshole, just like Hanai says. Makes Mihashi light up like a Christmas tree when he reaches into the bag and pulls out the game.
"B-but," he says, flailing a little. "You didn't-it's n-not-" He looks at the game. Looks at Abe. Crawls right into Abe's personal space and gives him a shy, stupid little kiss. "T-thank you."
His nose is pink. Maybe a little sunburned. Abe kisses it, just in case. He read somewhere that saliva's good for sunburns, figures he might have a little bit of spit on his lips or something.
Maybe.
It's not romantic, anyway. No more romantic than sitting in bed with a guy, watching him play Bleach: The Blade of Fate (which is a really, really stupid game, in Abe's opinion) for three hours instead of studying for the exams they have coming up. No more romantic than doing nothing more than nuzzle Mihashi's hair while he plays, leaning against him a bit when the text on the screen is small and hard to read without getting close enough to see it better.
It's frustrating, yes. A little awkward when Mihashi's mom walks in without knocking and sees them sitting so close together in Mihashi's bed. But not romantic.
Abe's glad. He just doesn't do romantic, after all.
Word-count: 1,360
Nonetheless, I'm pleased enough with how it came out. I hope you're pleased with it too, Fuji!
The prompt: "Mihashi's been eyeing up a videogame for weeks, and Abe buys it for him for no reason at all."
Spoiler: Abe buys Mihashi a videogame. *laughs*
Romance
by mistr3ss Quickly
Romance isn't at all Abe's thing. Doesn't come naturally to him. Doesn't really make much sense to him.
For example: He gets it that he has feelings for Mihashi that go beyond team camaraderie and friendship. He gets it that Mihashi feels the same way towards him. He gets it that having those kinds of feelings for each other means they'll treat each other differently than they treat others, but that's where he stops getting it and starts wondering if maybe he's the last sane person on the earth, because the suggestions he finds online for what to do for someone you have feelings for are all stupid and inappropriate and stupid, not the kind of stuff he'd even consider doing for Mihashi-or anyone else, for that matter.
He dismisses the suggestions of flowers and small stuffed animals and jewelry as girly, something Mihashi is very not. Gives ten seconds' thought to buying chocolate (yet another suggestion), but chocolates will likely make Mihashi queasy and fill him with empty carbohydrates that won't turn into good long-lasting energy, which is stupid and just makes Abe angry. Makes him consider for all of thirty seconds the option of presenting Mihashi with some good rice and fish to help him put on some weight and get some energy, but that's Shino'oka's job, not his, and it's not romantic when Shino'oka does it anyway, so he rolls his eyes and navigates away from the dating advice web-page he's been reading, surfs through the latest sports news instead.
Mihashi likes sweet bean better than chocolate anyway, he's pretty sure. Gets plenty of sweets from his mom, doesn't need another source of sugar in his system just because some flowery stupid site on the internet thinks he should.
Another example: Abe's feeling Mihashi's palm before a game against the neighboring prefecture's best team, checking to make sure Mihashi's not so wound up with anxiety that he won't pitch well, when he notices Hanai and Tajima snickering and pointing at them, Tajima announcing shamelessly that he thinks it's cute to see "the loving couple" holding hands. Keeps laughing about it, starts talking about how romantic it is, doesn't shut up even when it's obvious the rest of the team is uncomfortable with the situation. Hanai whaps him and tells him to shut him up, which helps, gets him to shut up, but it lodges a thought in Abe's brain, one that bothers him through the entire game. Makes him realize that he's never held hands with Mihashi, never needed or wanted to. Makes him realize that he doesn't want to, really. Mostly because he doesn't see the point of holding the guy's hand, unless they want the entire prefecture to know they're together or something.
He almost asks Mihashi about it, the next time they're walking home together alone, just to see what Mihashi says. Changes his mind when merely nudging the guy with his shoulder when he mis-steps sends Mihashi into a stuttering fit of nerves. Mihashi's not much into being touched in public unless it's Abe working on his shoulder or feeling his hand during practice or a game. Which is fine. Abe didn't really want to hold hands with him, anyway.
He's in Akihabara, one of the few weekends they don't have practice or a game, when Hanai finds him and figures out immediately that the game in his hand is for Mihashi, mostly because Mihashi's been talking about it non-stop with Tajima for two weeks, excited in a way he usually is only when talking about baseball. He's quick to wave away Hanai's suggestion that he's "such a romantic," insists with the kind of glare that would probably reduce Mihashi to a wibbling pile of useless that it's not at all romantic to buy a stupid video game for a guy who likes stupid video games. That it's just a thing. Normal.
"Yeah?" Hanai says. "Then what's it for?"
Abe freezes. Mihashi's birthday isn't for a few months, yet. He hasn't done anything spectacular on the field lately. Certainly hasn't done more than squeak by in his classes.
He turns the glare up a notch when Hanai shrugs and waves the question away.
"Don't bother answering that," he says. "If anyone else asks, tell them it's a distraction to keep him from pitching at home and hurting himself. Only way you can guarantee his value on the field. That's asshole enough for someone to believe, coming out of your mouth."
Abe argues that he is not an asshole. Hanai points out that he's not a romantic, either, and suddenly, being an asshole sounds a lot more appealing.
Confusing, too. He's not buying Mihashi a video game-which is a stupid thing for him to have anyway, a possible distraction from studying and sleeping enough and stretching-because he wants to make the guy go all doe-eyed or whatever. Isn't doing it because he thinks it'll make Mihashi love him, either, the very thought of which makes his skin crawl.
He's just buying it. Because he can. Because he wants to.
He takes it to Mihashi's house and gets a smile and a pat on the head from Mihashi's mom in greeting, which makes Mihashi blush a lot when he comes downstairs and sees his mom being her usual warm and friendly self. He's all knotted up with nerves when his mom finally lets them escape up to his room, stutters so badly that Abe has to ask him to repeat himself twice, just to figure out that he's saying hi.
"I only p-pitched a little t-this morning," he says when Abe reaches out to touch his shoulder (out of habit) and notices that the muscles tighter than usual. "And I stretched afterwards. S-some."
Not enough for Abe's tastes, but enough that he's not going to have any lasting damage. Abe lets his hands linger anyway, works his way up to the spots on Mihashi's neck that make Mihashi purr like a kitten when rubbed, works them until Mihashi's relaxed and sighing, eyes unfocused when Abe leans in to kiss him.
Kissing's romantic, according to the sites Abe read. He gets that. Makes him wonder, absently, if romance is supposed to make his cock stiffen in his shorts, or if maybe he's just weird. He's kissing Mihashi, after all, so weird doesn't seem like a very far stretch.
"Here," he says, shoving the bag (which he'd only kind of forgotten about in the haze of good and want he feels whenever he's kissing Mihashi) into Mihashi's lap when it's becoming obvious that they either need to do the kind of things Mihashi's mom really shouldn't walk in on them doing or do something else until Abe's hormones are less insistent. "So you don't pitch anymore today. You'll hurt yourself if you pitch too much."
It sounds nice and asshole, just like Hanai says. Makes Mihashi light up like a Christmas tree when he reaches into the bag and pulls out the game.
"B-but," he says, flailing a little. "You didn't-it's n-not-" He looks at the game. Looks at Abe. Crawls right into Abe's personal space and gives him a shy, stupid little kiss. "T-thank you."
His nose is pink. Maybe a little sunburned. Abe kisses it, just in case. He read somewhere that saliva's good for sunburns, figures he might have a little bit of spit on his lips or something.
Maybe.
It's not romantic, anyway. No more romantic than sitting in bed with a guy, watching him play Bleach: The Blade of Fate (which is a really, really stupid game, in Abe's opinion) for three hours instead of studying for the exams they have coming up. No more romantic than doing nothing more than nuzzle Mihashi's hair while he plays, leaning against him a bit when the text on the screen is small and hard to read without getting close enough to see it better.
It's frustrating, yes. A little awkward when Mihashi's mom walks in without knocking and sees them sitting so close together in Mihashi's bed. But not romantic.
Abe's glad. He just doesn't do romantic, after all.
Word-count: 1,360