Hanai watched Tajima as he ran off toward Mihashi yelling about something at practice the next day. He had just finished changing, and had been about to begin his stretching when he noticed Abe sitting in the dug out.
He made his way over to the injured player and sat himself down next to him.
"Hey." Hanai spoke.
"Hey." Abe replied.
For a moment, the pair sat there in silence watching their own respective boyfriends. Tajima was talking animatedly about something, and Mihashi was turning several different shades of crimson.
"What is he doing to him?" Abe said, glancing at Hanai.
"Tajima? I don't know. Probably talking about that damn outfit." Hanai offered.
"You know about that?"
"It was Tajima's idea, of course I know about it." Hanai answered. "Besides. Tajima couldn't resist getting one for himself, apparently."
Abe nodded. That did make sense. "So he's probably telling Mihashi all the details."
Hanai sighed. "Most likely."
They fell into silence again, both of them watching their boyfriends as they conversed on the field. Suddenly Mihashi turned the darkest shade of red either of them had ever seen, and Tajima let out a loud laugh. They both turned to look at Abe and Hanai.
Abe stared back. "I don't like that."
Hanai gulped. "…Do you get the feeling that we haven't seen the last of those outfits yet?"