A/N: This is going to be a short-story collection mainly focusing on lesser pairings in Oofuri, which I do not own by the way. First up, Nishihiro/Oki. Spoilers for the Bijou-Sayama arc.

Number Ten and Number Three: Hand.

"Psst! Oki!"

The first baseman looked around the dugout wildly until he saw a hand beckoning towards him from the locker room. Glancing around the bench to see who was missing, Oki realized that the hand could only belong to his classmate Nishihiro. Oki glanced around one more time before darting into the locker room.

"Nishihiro, what's going on?"

Oddly secretive, Nishihiro grabbed Oki's hand, dragging him to a far corner of the locker room by the showers. Oki winced at both Nishihiro's tight grip and freezing temperature of his hand.

"Nishihiro…your hand…"

"I'm scared Oki," Nishihiro said in his usual matter-of-fact way.

"I mean, I've always wanted to play in a game, but not like this. And you didn't see Abe before in the dugout. He looked so…scared and helpless…"

Nishihiro trailed off and shivered.

"If someone like Abe can be that scared…I just don't want to make a mistake," the now left fielder finished, breathing somewhat heavily from nerves. He looked wide-eyed and expectantly at Oki, still shivering as tiny rivulets of sweat slowly made their way down his face.

Oki squeezed his eyes shut and solidified his grip on Nishihiro's hand. So Abe had been scared. Hell, they were all scared. Before his thoughts could wander into dangerous territory, Oki shook his head to clear out the images of Abe reaching over the sliding catcher because of his off throw. This wasn't a time to feel any sort of self-pity, especially with Nishihiro looking at him so anxiously.

"I…"

He tried to think of some words to comfort his friend, but they somehow wouldn't come. Oki had seen how hard Nishihiro worked at every practice, despite being far less strong and physically able. He had also seen Nishihiro doing what he did best, helping Momokan with their training schedules, eating schedules, even Abe had come to Nishihiro once or twice for advice on how to bulk up Mihashi.

Suddenly, the first baseman found himself pressing his lips to his teammate's, crushing Nishihiro's hand in his own. For a moment the two stood still, lips touching awkwardly, before Nishihiro began to move under Oki, reaching down to rest his hand gently at the base of Oki's neck, where his unruly hair curled out from under his baseball cap.

"I…uh…I…." Oki stuttered between heavy breaths. He could feel a bead of saliva at the corner of his mouth, but resisted the urge to wipe it. Impossibly, kissing his classmate was something that had come over Oki in an instant, and also something that he had wanted to do for a while.

"O-oki," Nishihiro breathed.

"I'll get a hit!" Oki yelled, uncharacteristically loud. "Then the pressure…it won't be so bad, right?"

The two paused for a moment, seemingly frozen, with their hands intertwined. Oki watched as Nishihiro's smile began to broaden until it nearly spanned his face. Nishihiro's hand was now completely warm as he gripped the first baseman's palm tightly.

"Thanks, Oki."