Title: Jacket.

Summary: Hanai lends Tajima his jacket (and never gets it back).

Character(s): Tajima Yūichirō, Hanai Azusa.

Pairing(s): Tajinai.


"It's so freakin' cold!" Tajima complained, rubbing his arms up and down, teeth chattering. It was cold, being the middle of November and all, but it was a sudden type of cold. It had been unusually warm all month, staying from 15 to 20 Celcius, but that morning, it had spiked down to nearly -3.

Tajima, of course, hadn't been expecting this, and worse his usual T-shirt and shorts to practice. The uniform had offered a bit of protection with the pants, but as soon as he'd changed, he went back to being freezing. Hanai, being the prepared boy that he was, had brought a jacket, and so was not suffering from this problem. He was, instead, watching Tajima with a condescending smile. "I told you to always bring a jacket just in case, didn't I?"

The cleanup huffed in annoyance and glared at the ground, watching a leaf get blown away by the wind. "Yeah..."

"And do you ever listen to me?" Hanai prompted. Tajima puffed out his cheeks and mumbled, "No," dejectedly.

Hanai sighed seeing the boy so down in the dumps (even if he was an idiot), and carefully removed his jacket, tossing it over the batter's head. "Here, put it on." He blushed as Tajima grinned at him and shouted his thanks. "We have a game coming up and you're one of our best players, so I can't have you catching a cold..." He cleared his throat and buried his hands in the pockets of his jeans with a slight blush. "Anyway, make sure you give it back to me on Monday."

"Will do!" Tajima said happily, breathing a sigh of relief as he snuggled into the warm jacket. Pure bliss...


On Monday, Hanai waited for Tajima outside the locker rooms after practice, arms folded and shoulders hunched against the cold, which still hadn't gone away. Several of his teammates walked by—Mizutani and Izumi, Sakaeguchi and Nishihiro, and finally, Abe and Mihashi, followed after a moment by Tajima. Hanai quickly reached out and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to the side. "Hey, Yūichirō!"

"Hey!" Tajima replied, unfazed. "What's up?"

"My jacket," Hanai demanded, looking him up and down as if searching for it. "Where is it?"

"Oh, um..." Tajima rocked back on his heels with a sheepish smile. "I forgot it at home. But I'll bring it tomorrow, so don't worry!" he rushed on as Hanai glared at him. He let out an irritated breath and gave a curt nod. "Okay, fine, but make sure you don't forget."

Tajima danced backward with a grin. "I won't! Promise!" He turned and sprinted off with a wave. "See ya later!"


When he got home that night, Tajima sagged against his bedroom door with a tired yawn. He threw his bag on his desk and smiled when he saw Hanai's jacket resting on the back of his chair. He reached over and snatched it up, glancing around as if to make sure no one was around before slipping it on and humming happily as he basked in the warmth and Hanai's scent, which still lingered on the fabric.

Tajima thought he might have to forget it again tomorrow.