prompt: Akahoshi/Mikoshiba; hats; pg-ish (fluff, boykissing)
summary: "What the hell is /akahoshi gate/?"
Mikoshiba was inspecting the grounds, after practice. Aniya and Yagi had loitered for a few minutes, talking quietly, before it became evident Mikoshiba was going to be a while. With assurances he would be just fine, thanks, they left, Yagi extracting a promise from Mikoshiba to mail her when he got home.
Akahoshi was half-asleep on the bench that served as their dugout, his hat half over his face and his legs dangling off the end of the bench. With one wary, eagle-like protective eye, he watched Mikoshiba limp around the field with a crutch and make faces at random shit Akahoshi was pretty sure nobody cared about, anyway.
"Hey," called Mikoshiba, sounding annoyed.
Akahoshi sat up, shoving his hat atop his head and blinking largely at Mikoshiba, who was across the field at the visiting dugout.
"Get over here," ordered Mikoshiba, rolling his eyes; Akahoshi sighed labourously, and padded over.
"What, sempai?" he asked, whiny, "your foot hurt?"
"What? No," answered Mikoshiba, before pointing upward, "now, explain to me what exactly is Akahoshi Gate?"
"Oh, that," said Akahoshi, chuckling to himself, "it keeps lesser freshmen from using my shortcut!"
Mikoshiba glared. Akahoshi made a face. "I like to think of it... as the road to my dream," he admitted, sheepishly, "or, well, your dream, for now."
"Akahoshi..." said Mikoshiba, quietly. He looked so serious Akahoshi had to laugh, and he pulled off his hat to pull it over Mikoshiba's eyes.
He leaned forward, on impulse, and caught Mikoshiba's elbows in his hands as he brushed their lips together. Mikoshiba kissed back, tentatively, before Akahoshi pulled awkwardly away (but he didn't let go of Mikoshiba's elbows, anyway).
"What do you think about--" Mikoshiba cut himself off abruptly.
Akahoshi scowled. "About what?" he demanded, firmly.
"About--I don't know--making Koshien--our dream?" offered Mikoshiba, as he finally pulled Akahoshi's hat off of his face.
Akahoshi laughed again, nervous now without knowing why. Finally, he nodded. "That sounds... good," he answered.
Mikoshiba grinned, sunny for a moment in the dusk, and then the world is dark. "Oiiii," whined Akahoshi, "you pulled it over my nose!"
Mikoshiba was laughing at him as he limped away; Akahoshi groaned.