A/N: Lol, being a nerd and writing one-shots for OF because I'm a baseball nerd and they're goddamn adorable XD Anyway, new story, series of one-shots, blah blah blah. You get the gist. Enjoy the story ;)

Title: Loosen Up.

Summary: Abe helps Mihashi stretch; the team teases them about it.

Character(s): Mihashi Ren, Abe Takaya, Tajima Yūichirō, Hanai Azusa, Mizutani Fumiki, Suyama Shōji.

Pairing(s): AbeMiha, and slight hintings of Tajinai.

"Mihashi, you're still not loosening up!" Abe wore an annoyed grimace as he pressed on Mihashi's back, attempting to help him stretch out after practice. "You know your muscles will get messed up if you don't loosen up!" Abe knew he was yelling, as always, but sometimes his pitcher annoyed him so much he couldn't help but yell.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry, Abe-kun," Mihashi stammered in his usual nervous, roundabout way, blinking repeatedly as he shook his arms, apparently trying to loosen up, as Abe had ordered. "I-I'm t-trying."

Abe scoffed, irritated by his nervousness, and turned, leaning the full weight of his back against the pitcher. Mihashi yelped as he was nearly crushed against the floor, struggling to keep himself up by pressing his hands against the floor. "If you loosened up, you could push me back easier!" Abe scolded, and Mihashi stammered out an apology, which only seemed to make the catcher angrier.

The rest of the team watched them with amused interest from where they were setting up the futons, Tajima, in particular, looking like he was about to pass out from how hard he was trying not laugh, while Hanai watched him disapprovingly. "Tajima, cut it out," he ordered, arms crossed with a stern look on his face. "It's not funny. You know they do this after every practice and every game. You should be used to it by now."

Tajima paused, as if thinking about it, but then shook his head, snorting as he once again tried to stifle laughter. "Nope, it's still funny."

Hanai rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to setting up the futons with Mizutani and Suyama, ignoring both the giggling clean-up hitter, and the bickering catcher and stammering pitcher duo. Sometimes he wished his team would just act their age, but unfortunately, that was too much to ask.

"MIHASH!" The team winced in sympathy for Mihashi: It sounded like Abe had finally lost what little semblance of patience he had left. "IF YOU DON'T LOOSEN UP RIGHT NOW I WON'T LET YOU PITCH THE NEXT GAME, GOT THAT?!" He faltered as Mihashi unavoidably started crying at that, and he stood there looking shell-shocked, one hand half-raised like he wanted to comfort the pitcher, but unsure of what to actually do to achieve that task. "Uh, Mihashi, I'm sorry... I didn't mean—"

But it was too late; the waterworks were in motion. Mihashi sat up and hugged his knees to his chest, full-out bawling now. Abe looked completely helpless, a conflicted look on his face. Hanai rolled his eyes and continued to lay out the futons, shaking his head.

"Mihashi, I—" Abe clenched a fist and gritted his teeth in annoyance as the pitcher continued crying. "Would you stop crying already?! I didn't really mean it!" He sighed and tugged a hand through his hair, calming down a little. "Listen, you can pitch the next game. You pitch all the games; that'll never change, okay?"

The pitcher sniffled and looked up at him. "R-r-really?"

Abe let out a breath and rolled his eyes. "Yes, really. I promise. Now can you stop crying so we can get back to stretching?" He held out a hand to his pitcher, wanting to get back to work. Mihashi nodded and wiped his eyes, a watery smile on his face as he accepted Abe's hand and the catcher pulled him to his feet. Abe positioned himself behind and reached around Mihashi to grab his arm, almost hugging him.

This was when Tajima inevitably decided to butt in. "Ooh, things are gettin' steamy in here!"

Mihashi jumped, flushing and blinking several times. "T-Tajima-kun, w-wha—"

Meanwhile, Abe's red face adopted a look of pure anger as he slowly released Mihashi's arm and raised a threatening fist. "Ta—ji—ma," he growled in a low voice, a dark aura growing around him as he took a threatening step towards the clean-up hitter.

Tajima yelped as Abe chased him all around the room, with Mihashi watching them with his signature confused expression, waving his hands every which way, as if unsure what to do. Hanai sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Sometimes I wonder how we've made it this far with that idiot Tajima on the team, even if he is a great hitter... He gulped and shivered. I just hope Abe doesn't kill him...