"Someone's excited."

Fred and Tadashi attended a baseball game with Fred's uncle, apparently some mogul of the professional sports world, and he returned to the lab and to GoGo in quite a chipper mood.

"Oh yeah. It was great. It was neck and neck until the bottom of the eighth, but the Giants won it four to three. Brandon Belt comin' in the clutch."

While she was grateful the San Fransokyo Giants had managed to defeat the New York Yankees since Tadashi was so thoroughly invested in baseball, GoGo noticed something rather peculiar: Tadashi was presently wearing the uniform of his most reviled team.

"Are you not well?"

His face scrunched. "What?"

Her finger snapped to his shirt. "I thought you hated the Yankees."

Tadashi feigned contemplation for a few moments. "I guess, but I absolutely respect Masahiro. He's a great pitcher." He flashed his trademark brilliant smile before casually turning around to retrieve some papers. GoGo's heart jolted as she discovered the truth behind Tadashi's behavior: the jersey was for number nineteen, Masahiro Tanaka. "There's no denying individual skill, even if they are a pack of backstabbing, no-good cheaters."

Although she conceded that this was nothing more than Tadashi being his usual goofy, charming self, this was the perfect time to watch him squirm. To that end, she mentally placed herself in perpetually-pissed rage mode and got ready to attack. A fairly easy task for someone as skilled at faking anger as her. "Take it off, Hamada." She stood at attention and scowled without a hint of mirth.

"Oh, come on, you know I only bought it because I lov-"

"I'm not fucking around, Hamada," Her declaration made Tadashi visibly frightened. "Off. Now."

A slight twitch of the face signaled to GoGo that victory was all but assured. Tadashi would soon crumble.

"I-I don't have anything else on." He stammered out.

She crossed her arms. "I don't care. Off. Now."

Tadashi swallowed hard and, with slightly trembling hands, lifted his shirt by the hem, revealing just a hint of his well-sculpted stomach, which was more than enough secure GoGo's interest. Once he was completely vulnerable before her, she sauntered over to her paralyzed boyfriend, hips swaying ever so slightly, mouth arched knowingly.

"That is much, much better." Her eyes picked apart the now shirtless Tadashi piece by piece. She wanted to absorb every detail, no matter how small. She wanted to memorized the contours of his skin by touch alone. Like the nervous, shivering cherry boy he was, Tadashi hugged himself to shield his body from GoGo's scrutiny.

"Don't be shy, Hamada," She gently grazed her palms over his waist. "Just stand there and let me admire you." Employing her best impression of what she believed constituted a "voluptuous" voice, GoGo continued to explore and indulge herself.

Tadashi blushed furiously. "I-I-uh." The closest thing to a response he could form was a few frightened stammers and grunts, the frequency and intensity of which only increased at GoGo's touch.

Seeing him completely vulnerable, GoGo moved in for the kill. As the natural athlete she was, she leaped at him, shifting her weight in order to take him down. After toppling him over and pinning him down by placing herself on his stomach, she made sure to press her torso onto his and to pin his arms to prevent him from escaping. That didn't stop him from squirming and blushing, but there was no way he could wriggle free.

"Uh, uh, uh, hands to yourself, Hamada," She whispered looking down at him before moving right next to his ear so she was sure he could feel her breath. "I can tell you want to run screaming, but I have you all to myself."

Despite how much she adored the physical portion of their relationship, she was forced to pause as she noticed that his heart-rate and pace of breathing had intensified past the realm of normalcy. Horrified, she released his arms and pulled away, still sitting on his chest. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She stood to release Tadashi from his prison. "I am so, so stupid," How could she have done this to him? Tadashi was so accommodating and always sought the well-being of others far before his own, meaning that there was no way he would ever willingly deny her desires, even at great personal cost. "Please, Tadashi, I...I'm sorry I let things get to that level without checking in with you. I don't ever want you to feel like you can't one hundred percent trust me."

He shuffled slightly gave her a shy smile during his recuperation period. "Of course. I always trust you. I guess it was just kind of sudden and being in the lab with my shirt off is kind of nerve racking."

GoGo stood and offered Tadashi a hand up. "Well, it's your fault for being so sexy. I wouldn't wanna see you without a shirt if you weren't." She planted a light peck on his cheek once the two were back on their feet, producing yet another blush on his beautiful face.

Standing there watching Tadashi retrieve his clothes, GoGo still felt compelled to comfort him. Before he could continue moving, she placed herself in front of him, entangling her hands with his. With her nerves ready to explode, she prepared herself for the most agonizing event of her life.

"I love you, Tadashi." This time they made eye contact.

"I love you, too, Leiko," GoGo was able to bear witness to his brilliant smile once again, shooting her heart rate into the stratosphere. "And you're pretty hot yourself."