Oh and just to make things clear, Takeshi and Hina are both in HIGH SCHOOL and therefore roughly around 18 years old or beyond. You can tell if I made them older or younger in other chaps. On with the story…
"No."
"Aw, C'mon! You've practiced really hard, Hina-chan! You could at least show off what you can do!"
"But my throwing still sucks."
"Don't beat yourself up like that! You're so negative!"
"Yeah? Well you're TOO positive!"
Minke Hinashi hissed as she curled up against her boyfriend's warm body as they shared the small couch in his living room with her on his lap.
"*sigh* You've improved! Really! After the past few weeks of training, you can now throw and inch farther than you usually could!"
Hina's throwing range is two arm spans. And now, plus an inch.
"Grrrrghghhhhhhh!" She growled muffling her voice on Takeshi's shoulder.
"Hehe… That wasn't inspiring at all, was it?" The Ace player chuckled, nibbling on Hina's exposed ear lightly as an apology.
"No… that wasn't inspiring at all…" She mumbled, head still buried against Takeshi's shoulder (and him still nibbling, of course). "And it's the fight for 2nd place tomorrow. What if I mess up and miss our chance in fighting for Champion? We already lost one game…"
"Nahh, don't worry about it." Takeshi said lowly taking time in between bites. "All you have to do is stay calm and I'm sure you can pass the ball right…"
"But the problem's right there!" Hina pouted, breaking away from her boyfriend's ministrations with a blush "I CAN'T stay calm! …During a game, anyway…" She mumbled, noticing Takeshi's hazy gaze on her.
"…"
"umm…Takeshi-kun?"
"Stick your tongue out, Hina-chan."
"Takeshi-kun, I don't think now's the right time to-mnh!"
I just can't write anything beyond that point without making it sound awkward. I will tell you though that they've never done "it"... unless I feature THAT in another chapter, as well...
This story is for all of you softball-playing KHR fangirls!
