Oofuri, "Inertia," Abe+Mihashi, PG
Seventh commission for shirono! Written at the end of a stressful day, this was actually kind of therapeutic? Poor Hanai, he's turning into my favored punching bag.
The prompt: "Hanai POV. Hanai has feelings for Mihashi, and is jealous of how close Abe is to Mihashi - how he monopolizes his attention, gets to touch, massage, and stretch, and how Mihashi smiles back at Abe sometimes in a way he doesn't to anyone else. Have the scene take place in the locker room, as he's jealously observing the two, and totally inside Hanai's head. Bonus points for Tajima interrupting his train of thought by being Tajima, somehow."
Hope this is kind of somewhat close to what you had in mind, dear! ♥
Inertia
by mistr3ss Quickly
There are days I'd love to just punch Abe Takaya in the face. Right between the eyes. Knock that frown off for a few minutes. Just-bam. Right in the face.
He thinks he's so great 'cause he can pitch-call. Whoopity-fuckin'-do. He's just good 'cause he's got Mihashi pitching to him, puts his glove where Mihashi's pitch is going to go and acts like the team's victories are all his.
They're not. They're Mihashi's, if anyone's. Tajima's too, gotta admit. That guy's good.
Only he knows he's good. Mihashi-he thinks he's only worth anything 'cause he's got Abe telling him what to do. All the time. Telling him what to eat, how much to sleep. Picking on him about every little thing, always hanging on him, touching him, bullying him. Drives me up the wall that Mihashi doesn't turn around and punch him sometimes, tell him how it is. That he's amazing with or without the rest of us.
'Cause he is. God he is, all that control and strength and that spirit, never giving up the mound even when his teammates badgered him about it and told him he was worthless, coming to us even though he was clearly terrified ...
I love that about him. Don't really admire it-kind of wish he had more mouth on him, wish he'd tell people like Abe to shove it when they're picking on him-but I love that he's got what he's got. Enough discipline to work out his pitches like he did, enough stamina to pitch the games he pitches.
Wish I could tell him. I would, too. Really. Go right up and tell him how amazing he is. How I wish I could be more like him.
But that'd be weird if anyone else heard it. I mean, I'm the team captain and he's our ace-everybody probably assumes he knows I think he's great. 'Cept for Mihashi. I wonder if he knows. Wonder if he'd be surprised if I told him he's what I think about when I practice. His face, flushed from the heat and the strain of pitching a whole game. His arms, trembling with exhaustion, still putting his pitches exactly where he means for them to go. Wonder if he has any idea that that's what I think about when I'm tired and thinking about packing it in for the day. What keeps me going. Makes me try harder.
I'd love for him to notice. Tried to tell him a couple of times, always try to keep the promises I make him, but ... but that's different. I'd love for him to notice me playing better and say something about it, love to casually tell him it's 'cause of him that I'm trying harder, that I'm playing better. Love to see his face light up when I say it. See him looking at me.
Only me.
Kind of like he looks at Abe. Lucky asshole. And Abe doesn't even do anything to deserve it. He catches pitches that are aimed so perfectly, so accurately, that my sister could catch them. Without chipping her nail enamel. Scares Mihashi into fits, fussing at him like some bitchy mom.
Yet he gets to touch Mihashi. Puts his hands all over him, rubs his shoulders, holds his hand. He likes it, too. Probably thinks nobody's noticed 'cause Mihashi's not what most of the guys would think about like that, but I'm the captain so it's my job to notice. He doesn't need to have his hands all over Mihashi, doesn't have to sleep right next to him every night during summer camp. Doesn't have to be the one standing in the way whenever Mihashi lets one of his timid little smiles slip through.
Like right now. I'm bigger than Abe, my hands are stronger. If anyone should be helping Mihashi stretch, shirtless, it should be me. And not right here in the clubhouse, that's just obscene, it's so obvious they're into it. Well, Abe's into it, at least. Poor Mihashi, he looks so scared-who wouldn't be, with Abe fussing at him like he is. I should go put a stop to that. Maybe see if Mihashi wants to come over to my place to study and stretch. I'm the captain, so that won't be weird or anything. It'd give us a chance to really talk, if he said yes. Maybe get him to calm down some so I could tell him how I feel about him, how he inspires me. Might help him stand up to Abe. Tell Abe where to shove it.
It won't be where Abe wants to shove it, guaranteed. Creepy bully.
And Mihashi's so sweet, he's just taking it, smiling and-that's it, I'm going to go over there and tell Abe to get his hands off of Mihashi right now, going to tell him Mihashi doesn't need to stretch because he's coming over to my place and I'll take care of it. Mihashi won't say no to that, but I can tell him later that he should say no if he wants to, maybe help him out with that later because you know Abe's going to do this shit again and he'll-
"If you take a picture with your phone, it'll last longer, hahaha."
Fuck.
Can't do anything now. And now they're looking at me funny. Thanks a fucking ton, Tajima. Seriously, sometimes I'd love to just punch that punk in the face. Right between the eyes. Knock that stupid cheesy grin off his face for a few minutes. Just-bam. Right in the face.
He thinks he's so great 'cause he-'cause he is great. Fine. Doesn't mean he can ruin stuff. I was actually getting somewhere, too!
And there goes Mihashi, walking out with Abe. Again. Fuck.
Maybe next time. Maybe if I find a way to make Tajima leave early. Maybe get him to take Abe with him. Leave Mihashi here for me to talk to. Tell him what I need to tell him.
Yeah.
Definitely next time.
Word count: 1,010
The prompt: "Hanai POV. Hanai has feelings for Mihashi, and is jealous of how close Abe is to Mihashi - how he monopolizes his attention, gets to touch, massage, and stretch, and how Mihashi smiles back at Abe sometimes in a way he doesn't to anyone else. Have the scene take place in the locker room, as he's jealously observing the two, and totally inside Hanai's head. Bonus points for Tajima interrupting his train of thought by being Tajima, somehow."
Hope this is kind of somewhat close to what you had in mind, dear! ♥
Inertia
by mistr3ss Quickly
There are days I'd love to just punch Abe Takaya in the face. Right between the eyes. Knock that frown off for a few minutes. Just-bam. Right in the face.
He thinks he's so great 'cause he can pitch-call. Whoopity-fuckin'-do. He's just good 'cause he's got Mihashi pitching to him, puts his glove where Mihashi's pitch is going to go and acts like the team's victories are all his.
They're not. They're Mihashi's, if anyone's. Tajima's too, gotta admit. That guy's good.
Only he knows he's good. Mihashi-he thinks he's only worth anything 'cause he's got Abe telling him what to do. All the time. Telling him what to eat, how much to sleep. Picking on him about every little thing, always hanging on him, touching him, bullying him. Drives me up the wall that Mihashi doesn't turn around and punch him sometimes, tell him how it is. That he's amazing with or without the rest of us.
'Cause he is. God he is, all that control and strength and that spirit, never giving up the mound even when his teammates badgered him about it and told him he was worthless, coming to us even though he was clearly terrified ...
I love that about him. Don't really admire it-kind of wish he had more mouth on him, wish he'd tell people like Abe to shove it when they're picking on him-but I love that he's got what he's got. Enough discipline to work out his pitches like he did, enough stamina to pitch the games he pitches.
Wish I could tell him. I would, too. Really. Go right up and tell him how amazing he is. How I wish I could be more like him.
But that'd be weird if anyone else heard it. I mean, I'm the team captain and he's our ace-everybody probably assumes he knows I think he's great. 'Cept for Mihashi. I wonder if he knows. Wonder if he'd be surprised if I told him he's what I think about when I practice. His face, flushed from the heat and the strain of pitching a whole game. His arms, trembling with exhaustion, still putting his pitches exactly where he means for them to go. Wonder if he has any idea that that's what I think about when I'm tired and thinking about packing it in for the day. What keeps me going. Makes me try harder.
I'd love for him to notice. Tried to tell him a couple of times, always try to keep the promises I make him, but ... but that's different. I'd love for him to notice me playing better and say something about it, love to casually tell him it's 'cause of him that I'm trying harder, that I'm playing better. Love to see his face light up when I say it. See him looking at me.
Only me.
Kind of like he looks at Abe. Lucky asshole. And Abe doesn't even do anything to deserve it. He catches pitches that are aimed so perfectly, so accurately, that my sister could catch them. Without chipping her nail enamel. Scares Mihashi into fits, fussing at him like some bitchy mom.
Yet he gets to touch Mihashi. Puts his hands all over him, rubs his shoulders, holds his hand. He likes it, too. Probably thinks nobody's noticed 'cause Mihashi's not what most of the guys would think about like that, but I'm the captain so it's my job to notice. He doesn't need to have his hands all over Mihashi, doesn't have to sleep right next to him every night during summer camp. Doesn't have to be the one standing in the way whenever Mihashi lets one of his timid little smiles slip through.
Like right now. I'm bigger than Abe, my hands are stronger. If anyone should be helping Mihashi stretch, shirtless, it should be me. And not right here in the clubhouse, that's just obscene, it's so obvious they're into it. Well, Abe's into it, at least. Poor Mihashi, he looks so scared-who wouldn't be, with Abe fussing at him like he is. I should go put a stop to that. Maybe see if Mihashi wants to come over to my place to study and stretch. I'm the captain, so that won't be weird or anything. It'd give us a chance to really talk, if he said yes. Maybe get him to calm down some so I could tell him how I feel about him, how he inspires me. Might help him stand up to Abe. Tell Abe where to shove it.
It won't be where Abe wants to shove it, guaranteed. Creepy bully.
And Mihashi's so sweet, he's just taking it, smiling and-that's it, I'm going to go over there and tell Abe to get his hands off of Mihashi right now, going to tell him Mihashi doesn't need to stretch because he's coming over to my place and I'll take care of it. Mihashi won't say no to that, but I can tell him later that he should say no if he wants to, maybe help him out with that later because you know Abe's going to do this shit again and he'll-
"If you take a picture with your phone, it'll last longer, hahaha."
Fuck.
Can't do anything now. And now they're looking at me funny. Thanks a fucking ton, Tajima. Seriously, sometimes I'd love to just punch that punk in the face. Right between the eyes. Knock that stupid cheesy grin off his face for a few minutes. Just-bam. Right in the face.
He thinks he's so great 'cause he-'cause he is great. Fine. Doesn't mean he can ruin stuff. I was actually getting somewhere, too!
And there goes Mihashi, walking out with Abe. Again. Fuck.
Maybe next time. Maybe if I find a way to make Tajima leave early. Maybe get him to take Abe with him. Leave Mihashi here for me to talk to. Tell him what I need to tell him.
Yeah.
Definitely next time.
Word count: 1,010