Ookiku Furikabutte, "Break," Mihashi+Abe, PG
Ahh, more fluff. I think my porn generator's broken or out of fuel or something. Or maybe I'm just mellow these days. WHO KNOWS.
This is for my friend unsaisonenenfer. (I think I might know who you are on ygal, but, uh ... not entirely certain). S/he's got exams coming up next month and would rather read fanfiction than study. I don't think I'm helping out in that department. Might be doing exactly the wrong thing.
WHATEVER. This is my version of a good-luck charm for those pesky exams. Study hard and good luck, dear! You'll blow 'em outta the water for sure. :)
Break
by mistr3ss Quickly
It's not like he doesn't want to study.
Just studying's boring and baseball's not boring, and when he's got his catcher-his friend-there in his room with him, sitting right next to him, frowning like he does when it's his night to do dishes at training camp, the way he does when he's doing something he doesn't really want to be doing, it's tempting to not study, to think about baseball instead. To talk about baseball. About pitching strategies. The data they've got on their next opponent. Statistics Abe's probably memorized already. Worked into a strategy.
Mihashi didn't really like talking about strategy, before. Not that he didn't want to talk about them with Abe-he did, because talking about strategy and learning strategy helps them win-but. It wasn't interesting. Not like pitching. Pitching was fun. Is fun. More fun than understanding why Abe was giving him the signals he was giving. Back then, anyway. It didn't matter, back then. Mihashi trusted his catcher.
Still trusts his catcher. Only now, he helps Abe. By studying the data they get on the teams they'll face. Helping come up with the strategies they use.
Strategies they won't need if they don't study together because students with bad grades don't get to play sports. They have to go to special classes and take extra tests and get their grades up. Some of the guys in Mihashi's class are like that. He heard them complaining about it. Asked Abe over for a study session afterwards. Because it would be bad if that happened to him. If he couldn't pitch, just because of his grades.
So he's trying to study, he really is. But it's English and English is hard and it's boring and it's not even all that useful because the American ballgames they watch on the internet always have the score at the bottom of the screen and they know who's who because of the numbers on their jerseys so they don't need to understand what the announcers are saying, usually don't even try to listen to what they're saying. Well. Mihashi doesn't. Abe might because Abe's really smart and probably understands English better than Mihashi does.
Which is why he's studying with Mihashi. So he can help Mihashi do better in English. So Mihashi can play ball. With him.
But it's warm in Mihashi's room, not too warm but just warm enough, the sun coming through the curtains telling Mihashi that it's nice outside, warm and sunny and perfect for playing catch. Won't be much longer-maybe an hour or two-before the sun starts to set and the mosquitoes come out. Not good for pitching. Not anymore.
He's got English homework to finish. Math after that. Part of his chemistry homework he didn't understand and hopes Abe can explain to him.
But.
"Mihashi."
Said loudly. Closer to his ear than he's expecting. Startles him. Makes him drop his pencil.
"Y-yes?"
Abe's frowning at him. Not like he's angry. More like he's concerned. Like he frowns when Mihashi doesn't stretch properly after practice or doesn't eat enough for dinner at training camp.
"I said, do you want to take a break," Abe says. "You're zoning out."
Mihashi tenses. He'd not meant for his catcher to notice. "S-sorry."
"We'll have to finish this tonight," Abe says. "It's due on Monday and there's a test on Wednesday. If you fail it'll be bad for the team."
Mihashi nods. "I know."
"But we can take a break now, if you want," Abe says. "It'll be dark soon. We should practice your wind-up some before then." A pause. "You haven't been pitching today already, have you?"
Only a bit, but that was first thing in the morning so it doesn't count. Mihashi shakes his head.
Abe frowns at him some (probably thinks he's lying) and closes his books. "All right," he says. "Come on. I could use a break, too."
Which is just. The best. Mihashi nearly trips over himself, following Abe down the stairs.
It's not that he doesn't want to study. Really.
But.
Pitching to Abe is just.
So much better.
This is for my friend unsaisonenenfer. (I think I might know who you are on ygal, but, uh ... not entirely certain). S/he's got exams coming up next month and would rather read fanfiction than study. I don't think I'm helping out in that department. Might be doing exactly the wrong thing.
WHATEVER. This is my version of a good-luck charm for those pesky exams. Study hard and good luck, dear! You'll blow 'em outta the water for sure. :)
Break
by mistr3ss Quickly
It's not like he doesn't want to study.
Just studying's boring and baseball's not boring, and when he's got his catcher-his friend-there in his room with him, sitting right next to him, frowning like he does when it's his night to do dishes at training camp, the way he does when he's doing something he doesn't really want to be doing, it's tempting to not study, to think about baseball instead. To talk about baseball. About pitching strategies. The data they've got on their next opponent. Statistics Abe's probably memorized already. Worked into a strategy.
Mihashi didn't really like talking about strategy, before. Not that he didn't want to talk about them with Abe-he did, because talking about strategy and learning strategy helps them win-but. It wasn't interesting. Not like pitching. Pitching was fun. Is fun. More fun than understanding why Abe was giving him the signals he was giving. Back then, anyway. It didn't matter, back then. Mihashi trusted his catcher.
Still trusts his catcher. Only now, he helps Abe. By studying the data they get on the teams they'll face. Helping come up with the strategies they use.
Strategies they won't need if they don't study together because students with bad grades don't get to play sports. They have to go to special classes and take extra tests and get their grades up. Some of the guys in Mihashi's class are like that. He heard them complaining about it. Asked Abe over for a study session afterwards. Because it would be bad if that happened to him. If he couldn't pitch, just because of his grades.
So he's trying to study, he really is. But it's English and English is hard and it's boring and it's not even all that useful because the American ballgames they watch on the internet always have the score at the bottom of the screen and they know who's who because of the numbers on their jerseys so they don't need to understand what the announcers are saying, usually don't even try to listen to what they're saying. Well. Mihashi doesn't. Abe might because Abe's really smart and probably understands English better than Mihashi does.
Which is why he's studying with Mihashi. So he can help Mihashi do better in English. So Mihashi can play ball. With him.
But it's warm in Mihashi's room, not too warm but just warm enough, the sun coming through the curtains telling Mihashi that it's nice outside, warm and sunny and perfect for playing catch. Won't be much longer-maybe an hour or two-before the sun starts to set and the mosquitoes come out. Not good for pitching. Not anymore.
He's got English homework to finish. Math after that. Part of his chemistry homework he didn't understand and hopes Abe can explain to him.
But.
"Mihashi."
Said loudly. Closer to his ear than he's expecting. Startles him. Makes him drop his pencil.
"Y-yes?"
Abe's frowning at him. Not like he's angry. More like he's concerned. Like he frowns when Mihashi doesn't stretch properly after practice or doesn't eat enough for dinner at training camp.
"I said, do you want to take a break," Abe says. "You're zoning out."
Mihashi tenses. He'd not meant for his catcher to notice. "S-sorry."
"We'll have to finish this tonight," Abe says. "It's due on Monday and there's a test on Wednesday. If you fail it'll be bad for the team."
Mihashi nods. "I know."
"But we can take a break now, if you want," Abe says. "It'll be dark soon. We should practice your wind-up some before then." A pause. "You haven't been pitching today already, have you?"
Only a bit, but that was first thing in the morning so it doesn't count. Mihashi shakes his head.
Abe frowns at him some (probably thinks he's lying) and closes his books. "All right," he says. "Come on. I could use a break, too."
Which is just. The best. Mihashi nearly trips over himself, following Abe down the stairs.
It's not that he doesn't want to study. Really.
But.
Pitching to Abe is just.
So much better.