Author: Rokutagrl
Title: The Naked Fiasco
Warnings: Naked Tajima. Swearing. Sakaeguchi suffering!
Dislcaimer: Don't own!
Notes: The character probably would have been Mizutani since him suffering makes a sadist of me :3 Unfortunately I didn't think it was in his character—but Sakaeguchi although shy is more likely to take action… for someone else to take action. And Izumi always has a smart response!
:3
Tajima was rampant.
Momoe had run off to have a meeting with the mother's and entrusted her boys to the care of a quivering Shinooka and pooch, who were more intent on scouting young men and laps respectively. Needless to say, they were in their own care.
Except Tajima who was too jumpy and immature to care for anything other than his monster and baseball. Tajima who ran with the first impulse on and off the field.
Tajima.
Buddha save us! The team prayed as a whole with the exception of the subject and those who just didn't give a rat's ass.
His shoes were the second to go before he even passed Sakaeguchi—who was seated rather high up in order to watch the game. Now he wasn't sure he could enjoy it at all.
Next the zipper came down with a, "WA-HOO!"
The blond had to think fast: Hanai looked wiped out and nonplussed. Mizutani was cowering inbetween the bleachers next to his. Suyama was in the bathroom and probably couldn't tame Tajima even if he had calmed Sakaeguchi many times. Everyone else was too shy or too caught up in something else.
Luckily, Sakaeguchi knew just whom the energetic boy always listened to:
"Izumi!" The baseman pleaded with an uneasy face. It was almost enough to make the center fielder budge.
"Me?" He questioned. "Why me?"
"Because…" The answer didn't come to him right away. In fact all the participants who had turned to add their approval of Izumi's intervention abandoned the blonde at the raise of an eyebrow.
"Why not Hanai?" Izumi mentioned lamely. The captain bristled a couple bleachers down, presumably trying to lay low. The longhaired teen glared over momentarily.
"Because… You, uhm…. Always do it…?" It was a dumb attempt, but at least he had tried.
Izumi stared blankly into the hazel eyes of his vice-captain and the boy could almost hear the lame response without words, "Not when you're expecting it."
X"D
Dating was the best thing to have ever happen to high school.
High school baseball.
Tajima and Izumi, to be more specific.
Sakaeguchi melted between bleachers in a hopeful sponge of human naivety. Surely Tajima wouldn't try his public displays in front of his boyfriend! That would be… atrocious! Cheating! Whimsical! Callous! Tajima was none of those things. He actually cared about the feelings of other's. He wouldn't want to put on a show that involved more than one person—because that just was not how things were done.
He was so soaked in his optimism the second baseman realized a nanosecond too late—Tajima really didn't care what people thought.
For his constellation prize Sakaeguchi received a pair of boxers to the face. He dared not remove them...considering himself lucky by the chorus of groans around him.
"IZUMI!"
"What?" The center fielder responded to his left, lamely.
"Tajima! Control him!"
…
"Why me?"
Izumi had made the dusty blond sound so moronic that he wasn't sure which question was actually more so or not… But it hurt too much to think on it so he went with his first gut feeling, "Control your boyfriend!"
"…"
"…Please?" Sakaeguchi realized he was more ridiculous holding a conversation through satin.
"He's my boyfriend," Izumi stated matter of factly. "What do I care if he's naked?"
Sakeguchi decided quitting might be the painless route.
