Title: Childhood Memories
Characters/Pairings: Nishiura, no pairings
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Many strange things would happen if I owned Oofuri...
Notes: This is a collection of drabbles written for a challenge on LJ. I've only included the drabbles for the characters I wrote, but if you would like to see the full set, visit -- kimofics (dot) livejournal (dot) com (forward slash) 5951 (dot) html
Summary: Brief childhood moments.
I. Mihashi Ren
Mihashi remembers the first time he threw a baseball. It wasn't anything spectacular; the sweat on his palms and the heat of the glove were so overwhelming, he ended up hitting Hama-chan in the face. But Mihashi will never forget the feel of smooth leather against his fingers and the pain in his knees when he tripped after tossing the ball.
He recalls not wanting to get back up (I did something wrong, didn't I? They're not gonna play with me anymore—tell me to go home. I'm gonna be kicked out!) but Hama-chan was smiling and laughing and coming to help him, and Mihashi was giddy with relief.
'You'll do better next time!' Hama-chan crowed. 'Everything takes practice.'
II. Abe Takaya
'One thing,' Takaya's father said when they entered the largest specialty baseball store in their region. Aisle upon aisle of bats and cleats and jerseys and fresh, white baseballs… Takaya didn't even have to think about what he wanted.
"A glove? You already have one, don't you?" Shun said when he appeared at Takaya's side to snatch the sleek black glove out of his big brother's hands.
"Stupid," Takaya scolded as he stole the glove back. "It's a catcher's mitt."
IV. Sakaeguchi Yuuto
Yuuto wasn't one to read while in the bathroom; he just wanted to get in and get out, especially after his father had stunk up the place. But lying on the counter in front of him was a thick magazine, the cover slick and bright from the lights above. He knew he might get scolded for wrinkling the glossy pages, but he still reached for the monthly baseball magazine his father always left behind. Even when the colors started blurring and his fingers became numb from the weight of the magazine, he still refused to move.
Only when his mother threatened to tear down the door did he close the magazine to see if he had any toilet paper left.
V. Tajima Yuuichirou
On late summer nights when the air was pleasantly cool, Yuuichirou and his siblings would all be outside in the field next to their house playing baseball. There was no opposing team, but Yuuichirou never failed to outrun everyone and score the most points.
VI. Suyama Shouji
The oldest Suyama boy was always looking for a way to make his virtually unflappable younger brother, Shouji, completely freak out. He'd tried a lot of things (the latest being their dad's stack of 'adult' magazines), but Shouji never so much as batted an eye at his efforts. Just when he was becoming tired of his one-sided game, his sweat and toil finally paid off.
He was in the kitchen, choking down his first eye-watering protein shake of the day (his softball coach was the devil) when Shouji wandered in.
"What's that?" His throat wouldn't work around the sludge he had just swallowed, but he managed to smile nonetheless.
"It's a new fruit drink Mom just bought." He put the cup down so Shouji could reach it. "Wanna try some?"