Hey bitches! It's been awhile. Writer's block, you know? Anyways, Happy IzuMizu Day! In honor of it, I threw in a little more Izumi x Mizutani in here. There's less TajiHanai and AbeMiha though. Enjoy!

"H-h-how long will Tak-k-kaya be in there?" Mihashi asked, looking at the bathroom door with a lost expression on his face.

"I don't know. Why don't you go ask him!" Tajima said as he opened the bathroom door and pushed Mihashi inside.

Mihashi fell flat on his face as the bathroom door slammed behind him. He slowly elevated his gaze to see a startled Abe looking over his shoulder at the commotion; Mihashi could only see the backside of the catcher, in his naked glory.

Abe's body had a nice tanned complexion, although you could see some faint tan lines from his practice uniform. His back and shoulders were well muscled, and his legs also developed thickness from all the squatting he had done.

But for the few seconds he was staring, Mihashi couldn't help but notice how nice Abe's ass was. Such a fine shape; muscular, defined, and smooth.

"Mihashi!" Abe exclaimed. Oh crap! He's calling me Mihashi again! The smaller boy frantically thought. He's going to kill me!

The pitcher yelped and zipped to the closed bathroom door, attempting to open it whilst squealing and whimpering incomprehensible words.

On the other side of the bathroom door, Tajima had been bracing it with all his might, preventing whatever escapes Mihashi might try to pull.

What Tajima didn't plan on, however, was that Mihashi, when in danger or running from Abe/bullies, had extreme reserves of adrenaline and energy.

Before he knew it, Mihashi had blasted out of the bathroom, sending Tajima crashing into the wall behind him, and went Mach 6 down the hallway into the cleanup hitter's room.

Tajima peeled himself off the wall and closed the bathroom door. He then proceeded to chase Mihashi into his room, where he saw the rest of the team crowding around the closet.

"What's going on?" the small batter asked.

"Ren crashed into the room, squealing like a little girl, and threw himself in your closet." Nishihiro explained.

"What did you do to him?" Hanai asked.

Tajima laughed. "I threw him into the bathroom after Takaya handed his clothes out to me."

Soft whimpering from the closet followed the cleanup batter's statement.

"Dude," Hanai began, "why would you do that?"

"Yeah, he's a complete wreck. Takaya will probably kill him when he comes back!" Izumi added.

A muffled whine came from within the closet.

"Kousuke, don't scare him like that." Mizutani remarked.

"Ugh, I'll get him out." Tajima opened the closet door and closed it behind him.

There he found Mihashi lying sideways on the floor, legs crossed and hands pushing down on his crotch area. He was red as a raspberry.

"Ren," Tajima began as he knelt beside the shaking pitcher, "I'm sorry I did that. I thought it wouldn't lead to something like this."

"H-He's not going to catch for me a-anymore…" Mihashi whimpered as he buried his face into the closet's carpet. Once again, like at the semi-final game with Muasashino Daiichi, the pitcher seemed to be shrinking.

Tajima gently laid a hand on Mihashi's back and rubbed it comfortingly. "Hey man, why would you think something like that?"

"H-He hates me…now…"

"No he doesn't. Why would you think that?"

Mihashi continued to sniffle into the thick carpet. "B-Because I stared at h-him…"

The small cleanup fought back a chuckle. "Well," he began, "I really am sorry that I did that. But I know for a fact," he continued, "Abe likes you much more than you realize. Why do you think he works so hard for you?"

The golden-haired boy wiped away his tears, and sniffling still, looked up at his reserve catcher. "R-Really? He doesn't hate me?"

"Of course not." Tajima grinned. "He might even have a thing for ya, with such a cute face like yours!"

Tajima laughed, and Mihashi chuckled nervously as he followed the cleanup batter out of his closet.

Abe stepped into the shower and let the water run through his hair and down his body. Already, the stench of the koi pond filled the room as the steam circulated around the area. Disgusted at the pungent odor, Abe instantly reached for Tajima's shampoo and body wash.

He scrubbed the hair-care product on his scalp and lathered the pleasant smelling liquid soap on his torso and legs. When the smell of fish had finally drifted away, Abe's mind began to wander.

He recalled Mihashi's face as he ogled Abe's naked body. His mouth was in the shape of a diamond (his traditional look of shock) and his face a bright red.

Something showed in the pitcher's eyes that Abe had never seen before as he vaguely notice his gaze wandering the catcher's body; was it lust? Or maybe it was attraction? Or perhaps it happened to be something else along those lines?

Either way, the catcher knew that they stared at each other for far too long. But then again, he couldn't help but like the feeling of being exposed to Mihashi…

It wasn't like they'd never seen each other naked before, though. After practices while they're showering, Mihashi had seen Abe naked, and the other way around. Was it just the fact Abe was the only one clothes-less? Or maybe the fact he could keep Mihashi's eyes on himself for an extended amount of time?

Shit, the catcher thought as he looked down his wet body to find his privates "standing at attention". Am I an exhibitionist?

The young teen shook his head in disbelief and waited for his arousal to die down. He'd just have to wait and see how the night turned out.

Tajima opened the closet door to see Sakaeguchi and Oki snickering and Hanai and Izumi were holding back their laughter.

"What's so funny?" the small teen asked.

"Nothing," Oki chuckled.

"It's just funny seeing you come out of your closet…it just looks weird is all." Izumi added, grinning stupidly.

"Har-dee-har-har," Tajima mocked as he strolled over to the freckled brunette and playfully punched his arm. "At least if I come out to someone, it wouldn't be a surprise. Wink wink, nudge nudge." Tajima gestured his head towards Mizutani, who was sitting on Tajima's bed, listening to a song on his headphones.

Izumi looked down at his twiddling toes and began to turn red. "What about Fumiki?" He mumbled.

"Fumiki? Who said anything about Fumiki?" Tajima replied, emphasizing the left-fielder's name.

"Huh?" The strawberry-blonde called from the bed, removing his headphones.

"Nothing!" The center-fielder called back and nervously chuckled.

"Hey Fumiki," Nishihiro walked over and sat by Mizutani on the bed. "What are you always listening to on those headphones of yours?"

"If you want to know," the redhead began as he looked through his mp3 player, "I've been a huge fan of classical music, especially by American composers."

"That's weird! I'd never guess that all this time you were listening to classical music!" Tajima interjected.

"I like all kinds of music." Mizutani shrugged. "I don't just listen to one genre."

The only answer Mizutani got was the dropping of many jaws to the floor. Was it really that hard to believe he liked classical music?

"Guys, shouldn't we be getting back to the game?" Oki timidly suggested.

Soon after the first baseman's reminder, the team reformed their circle.

"Who's next?" Izumi asked.

"It's my turn!" answered the bald captain. He looked around the room and stopped his gaze at his fellow brunette outfielder. "Hey Kousuke, do you pick truth or dare?"

The experienced outfielder groaned. What should he do? Should he pick "truth" at the risk of Hanai asking who he liked? Or would he rather pick "dare" at the risk of being embarrassed somehow? Either way he knew he would be shat on.

"I'll choose dare." The freckled boy said, as he braced himself for the worst.

Before the team captain could even say anything Tajima had already interrupted. "Take your shirt off and try to lick your chest!"

"Fuck that shit!" the freckled brunette exclaimed, turning red. He removed his shirt, confusing everyone in the room, but settled any questioning thoughts when he took no other action once his torso was exposed.

In the corner of his eye, the brunette thought he saw his secret strawberry-blonde crush turn red.

Mizutani had always found Izumi attractive, but he never really got a good look at his body; no, if he got a good look at his body, everyone would make fun of him for staring.

Now Mizutani could see the centerfielder's pectorals and abdomen, muscles gradually developing; Mizutani could tell Izumi would have an even hotter body by next year. But then again while looking at his own shirtless torso, Mizutani could tell he wasn't much farther behind in physique.

Mizutani began to feel a pressure forming in his athletic shorts…shit! Athletic shorts! You could spot a hard-on in one of those a mile away!

The strawberry-blonde nonchalantly slipped his hand into his boxers when nobody was looking to put the tip of his member under the elastic so it would kill the blood circulation and hide a forming tent in his pants.

"Ren," Izumi nonchalantly continued the game, "truth or dare?"

The pitcher jumped at the sound of his name and looked around. It was his first question, so everyone in the circle had their eyes on him. It almost reminded Mihashi of the first day he joined, when he was about to throw his first pitches and the team gathered around to watch.

"Um, I pick truth…I guess if that's okay…" Mihashi slowly answered.

That's weird, Hanai observed. He can talk without stuttering or anything, but when Takaya is around he can't even try to talk normally. I wonder…

"Hey Kousuke," Hanai gestured the centerfielder to lean in so he could whisper something, "I have a good one."

Izumi leaned in close and Hanai cupped his lips with his hands and put them to Izumi's ear.

Mihashi, along with everyone else, had leveled their noise down with a gradual diminuendo so they could hear the truth.

The pitcher gulped when he saw a sinister smirk shape his classmate's lips.

"Okay Ren," Izumi began, "what about Takaya makes you so jumpy and make you act like…well, like the way you do?"

"Um…" the timid pitcher began. This was definitely going to be good.

"Well, he…scares me…and he scolds me a lot…so I get nervous around him…" Mihashi explained lethargically.

Everyone was clearly not satisfied with the pitcher's response; there was obviously more to it than that.

"That's it?" Oki asked. "I feel like you're hiding something, Mihashi."

Mihashi turned a deep red and looked at the ground. "I…also like…Takaya…a lot…"

None of the eight boys in the room realized that Abe had been hiding behind the door, and heard every word.

I hope you enjoyed! I really try to update as soon as I can! Please review if you can. It's the best gift a reader can give to a writer, especially on IzuMizu day! :3