Haruichi grinned as he stood in the batters' box. Bringing his left hand to his mouth, he lightly bit the end of his batting glove, pulling it so it fit more on his hand before gripping the bat again.
Mei, who was pitching, blushed furiously and accidently pitched a ball. Haruichi chuckled slightly to himself and licked his lips. Mei stomped his foot and pointed at the pink haired teen. "You're doing that on purpose!"
"I'm not doing anything," Haruichi said, standing up and resting his bat on his shoulder.
"Yes you are! Stop it!"
"Less talking!" The umpire yelled. "The batter isn't doing anything!"
"Yes he is!" Mei yelled.
"I'm just standing here," Haruichi said. Using his left thumb, he slid it from his temple to his chin before holding his hand out to Mei and putting his index and middle finger together, his thumb in front of them and the last two bent down. Everyone else was confused, but Mei's face heated up so much everyone could swear they saw steam come off him.
"Play ball!" The umpire called. Haruichi settled back into his stance and grinned at Mei, who frowned and clutched the ball, his face a brilliant red. Throwing another pitch, he watched as Haruichi swung and smashed it into the outfield, scoring a triple.
Taking a small lead, Haruichi laughed silently as he observed the pitcher. He watched the next pitch and the second Kuramochi made contact, he was running for home. He slid home a second before Kuramochi was out and the field cleaning started.
Jogging back to the dugout, he flushed at the congratulations and questions as to what his sign was about. "N-Nothing," He stammered, putting his helmet and gloves away.
"Obviously it meant something to him," Miyuki chuckled, gesturing to the other dugout.
"J-Just something he said once," Haruichi said, backing toward the door. "I'll be right back!" He ran through the door, leaving the others confused.
Making sure nobody was following him, Haruichi walked to the bathroom, chuckling when he heard the cursing. "God damn it!" Mei yelled from one of the stalls, grunting slightly.
Smiling, Haruichi slid up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. "You're so much fun to tease," He whispered in the pitchers' ear.
"This is all your fault!" Mei said; his face still red. "Why the hell did you do that?!"
"Because you're fun to tease," Haruichi said, leaning up and kissing the blond pitcher. "And I haven't seen you for such a long time."
"You bastard," Mei said, though he was smiling. Leaning down, he deepened the kiss a little before pulling back. "I missed you to," He whispered against the smaller teens' lips.
Haruichi smiled and nipped a little at Mei's bottom lip. The pitcher wound his arms around Haruichi's waist and obliged, opening his mouth a little and letting the pink haired teen take control, deepening the kiss even more.
He moaned as Haruichi skillfully used his tongue, his breath hitching when small hands slipped under his shirt. He fell back onto the toilet, Haruichi straddling his waist.
Mei just started undoing Haruichi's jersey when the small teen pulled back and put his hands on Mei's. "We should get back," He whispered, chuckling at the pout on the blonds face. Putting a hand on his cheek, Haruichi leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "We'll continue later," He chuckled.
"When?" Mei breathed, brushing some hair behind Haruichi's ear before cupping his cheek.
"This weekend," Haruichi promised, sitting up. "You know where." Standing up, he re-buttoned his shirt and made sure he looked the same as always before turning and smiling at the ruffled pitcher. "I'll call you tonight."
Mei nodded, in a slight daze, and watched Haruichi go before making sure he was presentable and leaving. He grinned widely to himself and nearly glided back to his dugout. He didn't even notice Haruichi watched from behind a corner.
Smiling and shaking his head, the short first year turned to his own dugout, only to feel two arms wrap around his waist. Giggling, he patted the head that buried itself in his neck. "You're so clingy," Haruichi whispered, turning and staring up at Furuya. "Or are you mad about giving up runs?"
Furuya didn't answer and leaned down, kissing the smaller teen. Haruichi smiled and shook his head. "What's the matter?"
"What was the sign about?" Furuya asked, brushing some of Haruichi's hair back.
"It didn't mean anything," Haruichi said, leaning up and kissing the pitcher. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course," Furuya whispered, hugging Haruichi. He rested his head on top of the pink haired teens. The two stayed like that for a while until Haruichi pulled back slightly and kissed Furuya again.
"We should get back," He whispered. Taking a step back he motioned the pitcher to go. "You go first. I don't want the others to get suspicious." Furuya nodded and headed back to the dugout.
Haruichi smiled and headed in a different direction. Turning a corner, he nearly ran into Eijun. "Eijun-kun," Haruichi smiled.
"I've been waiting," Eijun said, pulling Haruichi close. "What took you so long?"
"I ran into Satoru-kun," Haruichi said. "I sent him back first. I didn't want him to get suspicious. I'm sorry I took so long." Leaning up, he gently pressed a kiss to Eijun's lips, smiling at the blush it produced. "You get embarrassed to easily," He giggled.
"I-It's not my fault," Eijun said, turning away slightly. "I-I'm not used to this."
Placing another soft kiss on the pitchers' lips, he whispered, "I'll teach you." He laughed softly as Eijun's face lit up brightly. "Don't worry; I'll make sure to go slowly so you can keep up." Giggling, he stepped back and took Eijun's hand as the pitcher sputtered and protested slightly. Tugging him forward, he said, "We should get back. I don't want the others to get suspicious. Especially since I've been gone for so long."
Eijun nodded and attempted to get his blush under control. Haruichi let go of his hand and opened the door, allowing Eijun to go in first. While everyone else teased Eijun about his blush and tried to get him to tell them why he was blushing, Haruichi slipped past everyone and settled on the bench in the corner, taking a sip from his water bottle.
He watched Eijun and Furuya for a while before turning his eyes to the opposite bench where Mei was beaming, ignoring everything around him. Smiling to himself, he waited for the game to start again.
Let me know if I should continue. I have an idea if you want me to but...yeah. Here's my first attempt at an actual romance story! ~Akirafanatic