A Fine Line

OMG My first Oofuri fanfic. I must be going nuts. Let's see if I can't contribute a little bit into this wonderful wonderful fan-circle. This fic is slightly based on the lyrics of the second opening song, Seishun Line by Ikimonogakari, a wonderful wonderful band which I love very much because there is a harmonica.

Big Windup wonderfully created by Asa Higuchi, may the gods of baseball bless her soul.

This fic is a narration from Mihashi's point of view, as though he is writing the song Seishun Line, though the lyrics are a bit jumbled up.

~oAo~

We're now running…

Because Momo-kan ordered us to run a few kilometers after practice today, as usual. "One! Two! One! Two!" goes the team. Everyone's voices are so loud. I want to shout for the team, too. "One! Two! One! Two!" and I join in.

We cross the footbridge on the way back to the school, and I falter to watch as the light plays colorful hues on the river. There was a river here? I don't remember it. I look up to the sky and see the magnificence that was playfully distorted in the water. The clouds are so beautiful today. I hold my hand up to the sky; the clouds are so wispy and low, it feels I could hold them, and shape them, maybe catch them, and pitch them.

I wonder where you'd draw the line between the red and orange. No, it's orange and violet now.

But there's something else that draws my attention more.

Abe-kun is the one running beside me. I can hear him breathing; h-his lungs are incredible! I'm already panting, and he's hardly broken a sweat. But just to be sure, I turn my head to look at him, to check if he really isn't sweating at all.

He turns his head towards me as well and I shudder. My face freezes up, and I know it's probably making that funny face everybody keeps teasing me about.

"What is it, Mihashi?" he asks in his deep, calm voice.

"W-," I blurt out. The words are there, just not coming out. I can't help but feel flustered around him. "W-w-w-we-," I try to continue, and I can't help if I start skipping along clumsily.

I can almost visibly see Abe-kun's patience run out, as it has so many times before, usually when he's talking to me… or rather, when I'm stuttering at him. "Spit it out already," he says, making an obvious and conscious effort to keep from shouting. I've noticed it, he hasn't been shouting at me recently; I like that he's not shouting at me anymore.

"We-," I continue, slightly heartened by this thought. "We're running!" I say to Abe.

"Of course we're running, dimwit!" he hisses, decidedly loudly for a whisper, and I see the anger and irritation lacking in his voice, showing in his eyes. Izumi and Mizutani, the ones running in front of us, glance backwards.

And then I-, I-, I can't help fidgeting, my run fading to a clumsy skip, to a sort of wobbling series of uncoordinated forward movements.

But then Abe pats me on the back. To straighten my stance or to push me forward, I don't know. But the brief contact leaves my skin warm, and sends a shiver up my spine. I stop fidgeting, get back into the rhythm of the run, and snap back to reality.

Everyone else is far ahead, though I guess spacing out like that, I shouldn't be surprised.

I hear Abe-kun "tsk" beside me as he takes my hand and starts running faster. Faster. Like the beat of my heart.

I wonder, Abe-kun, where you would draw the line between you and I.

We're running, Abe-kun, we're running. On this glittering road, we're running.

As you hold my hand tightly, we run.

~oAo~

Alright, it's not very long, and I know first-person drabbles aren't the most popular thing; but I just love the songs of Oofuri so much. I may edit this in the future, to make it sound nicer. Reviews are loved, and encourage me to write more chapters, and hopefully better ones.