A/N: Drabble idea courtesy of Wings Dipped in Silver. Hope you enjoy it~. C: DISCLAIMER: No.
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Mihashi stood at the small intersection almost lamely, hands in his pockets. He wore a light jacket over a plain white t-shirt and skinny jeans complete with plain black Converse, and although he'd attempted to comb his hair a bit, it was still as unruly as ever. He checked his phone one more time for good measure, and it was three minutes later already. He sighed, flipping the thing closed and glancing up at the darkening sky. Where is he?
As if on cue, his vision suddenly went black. Two hands quickly clamped over his eyes, causing him to flinch violently and freeze in place. He felt breath on his ear. "Guess who," an all-too-familiar voice breathed.
Mihashi fought to make his mouth work. "Ch-Ch-Chiro!"
A laugh. "Oh, come on, it's no fun if you don't play along, Ren." The hands were removed from his face, and Mihashi whirled around to face his aggressor. Tajima grinned up at him, hands on his hips and eyes alight with amusement. He donned a long-sleeve navy blue shirt and cargo shorts, apparently unfazed by the chilly weather.
Mihashi unconsciously looked him up and down, savoring the sight. He seldom got to see the dark-haired boy in casual clothes as opposed to his school or baseball uniforms. "Y-you look nice," he said with a smile.
Tajima laughed again. "Well, you don't look too bad yourself," he winked, walking ahead of him and beckoning him on. "Come on, let's get going." Mihashi was happy to oblige.
The two walked for a long while, enjoying the semi-lateness of the day because of how secluded the public areas now felt; so much so that they actually held hands for a pretty length period of time. Though Tajima would have been more than happy to claim Mihashi as his for the whole world to hear, he knew that the sandy brunette was extremely embarrassed by that sort of thing, so he kept it to a minimum. As the sky turned black, they weaved their way through their part of town, just...walking. Nothing fancy or anything. The two apparently didn't need trivial things to make an outing qualify as a date. They talked about whatever came to mind as they strolled along. Mihashi wasn't entirely sure, but for a first date, things were going pretty smoothly.
After about an hour or so, Tajima stretched his arms out behind him and looked around, as they had looped back to the commercial area once again. "I'm hungry now. Are you?"
Now that he thought about it, Mihashi was feeling a bit snack-ish. "Mm, sure. What did you h-have in mind?"
"How about..." he trailed off as he scanned the various signs, weighing possible options before setting his mind on a particular one. "McDonalds?"
Mihashi was nodding before Tajima had suggested a place. Even if he'd demanded they eat out of a garbage can, he probably would have gone along with it. Though Tajima would never do that. "Sure."
So the two walked into the McDonalds sitting a few blocks away and ordered their meals before scouting out a place to sit, finding a relatively secluded booth near the back of the establishment. They had bickered over who would pay, but eventually Tajima won the battle and received the receipt, the number on it reading two hundred thirty-eight, which is what they would need to listen for to know their meal was done.
The two sat side by side in the booth, sitting just close enough to cross that line that separated friendship from a more intimate relationship. Their hands lay on top of one another between them, slightly intertwined. Mihashi was smiling like an idiot. "It's really n-nice, to just be together like this," he blurted out in a whisper, conscious of the people around them.
Tajima chuckled. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing," he murmured, leaning in lightning quick to give the sandy brunette a soft kiss on the cheek. Mihashi had become better at not turning red whenever Tajima showed affection, and now his cheeks barely even colored. He still giggled a little uncontrollably, though.
When he felt Tajima lean away slightly, he became more aware of his surroundings, looking up and fighting the urge to gasp. Because who else but Abe was walking up to them, signature scowl firmly set in place. "What are you two doing here?" he asked bluntly.
Tajima took his hand from Mihashi's and crossed his arms on the table, grinning up at the catcher. "Grabbing a bite to eat. You?" he replied cheekily.
"Same." He paused for a second before sitting down opposite them, regardless of whether he was wanted or not. "Might as well eat with you, then. Mihashi, what did you order?"
Tajima looked surprised at Abe's sudden intrusion in on their alone time, but Mihashi looked anywhere but at the other half of their battery when he answered. "A number f-five."
Abe thought back to the menu. "That's not enough calories," he decided. "Go get another another medium fry."
"Mihashi's a grown boy, Abe," Tajima cut in, looking annoyed. "He doesn't need another father."
Abe shot Tajima a menacing glance. "You're right, he doesn't. But he does need someone to remind him of what he needs."
"You're just being a control freak."
Mihashi glanced between them frantically, the tension in the air nearly palpable. He didn't want the two to fight, but he didn't particularly want Abe there, either. "G-guys..."
"Just go away, Abe. You're interrupting," Tajima continued when the other boy didn't verbally reply.
Abe's eyes narrowed. "Interrupting what?"
Tajima smirked. Hooking an arm around the sandy brunette beside him, he pulled him close and leaned his head on Mihashi's shoulder. "Our daaate."
Abe was silent for a moment, regarding the two of them with a calculation expression. Then, he deadpanned. "You and Mihashi are going out?"
"Yep!"
Abe looked at Mihashi, wanting his input over the cleanup hitter's. The sandy brunette swallowed audibly, but put his own arm around Tajima and nodded. "Y-yeah."
"Aww, you hugged me back! This is progress, Ren," the freckled boy laughed.
Abe looked genuinely taken aback, an expression which Mihashi had never seen on his face before. It was rather comical. "So, you and Hanai aren't going out?"
"Huh? No way!" Tajima laughed at such a notion. "Hanai's as straight as they come."
"But you're always..."
"Hitting on him? Heheh, yes, but it's just teasing. It's alway funny to see how he reacts to it," he explained, leaning into Mihashi more and picking his head up. "I'd never go for a guy like him, anyway. Too much of a tight-ass."
Abe snorted. "True." There was a moment of silence before he stood up once more, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Well, sorry for, uh, barging in on your...date. But you will get Mihashi another fry, yes?"
Tajima shrugged. "Only if he wants it."
Abe's scowl returned, and he turned around with a disapproving shake of the head. "Whatever," was what he said as he walked away, leaving the two alone once more.
Tajima stared after him thoughtfully. "He took that better than I thought he would," he observed.
Mihashi nodded in agreement. "Y-yeah, he did."
"Two hundred thirty-eight?"
As Tajima got up to go fetch their food, a thought suddenly came to Mihashi out of the blue.
I wonder...is Abe gay too?
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A/N: So my iPhone's spellcheck corrects things into 'Tajima' now, lol! Thanks for all the reviews so far, guys, I love you all. :3 Keep those drabble ideas coming, I'm too lazy to come up with my own!