AN: Kind of an awkward chapter...
Mizutani and Izumi had made a plan to meet their dates a short distance from the restaurant and then walk the rest of the way together. The two boys had arrived at the spot where they would be meeting the girls of their dreams in just a little while.
"What if they don't show up?" Mizutani pondered, nervously wringing his hands.
"Come on. Let's think positive thoughts," said Izumi.
"Or maybe they couldn't figure out how to get here. Or maybe they sent their boyfriends to come yell at us. Or maybe they -"
"OH, JUST SHUT IT, WILL YOU?" yelled Izumi.
"Sorry."
"I'm sure they'll be here in just a moment."
Sure enough, the dance club senior and her friend arrived just as Izumi finished his sentence. They were wearing nearly identical spaghetti strap, low-cut minidresses, except Mizutani's girl was in red and Izumi's was in black.
"Nice to see you, boys," they said flirtatiously, picking Mizutani and Izumi up and carrying them along.
"Um...uh...nice to see you, too, but why are you carrying us?" asked Mizutani.
"We felt like it," replied the dance club senior, proceeding to give Mizutani a big kiss on the lips.
"Wwwooowwww," breathed the red-headed left fielder, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Let's do that again."
And so, for the short rest of the walk to the restaurant, Mizutani had a hot makeout session with the dance club senior as he lay in her arms.
Pleading with his eyes, Izumi nonverbally asked his date to kiss him as well. Without further ado, he and the blonde girl locked lips in a baseball player's bliss.