Title: Umbrella.

Summary: A freak rainstorm? Of all the times to forget an umbrella...

Character(s): Mihashi Ren, Abe Takaya.

Pairing(s): AbeMiha.


"It's... raining." Mihashi peered out from under the dugout overhang, watching as long streams of rain dripped from above, mixing on the ground to create muddy puddles of dappled watery brown. Thunder rumbled, and off in the distance, lightning flashed across the horizon. Streams of people walked past dressed in school uniforms, clustered together in close-knit groups, laughing and sharing umbrellas.

"Oh, yeah." Tajima leaned against the railing beside him, craning his head back and sticking it outside the dugout. He shook his head as a raindrop landed between his eyes and pulled back with a snicker. "Ha, I love the rain! Don't you, Mihashi?"

"Y-yeah," the pitcher nodded in agreement. "I-it's fun to— to b-be out in..."

"Definitely!" Tajima hummed happily. "Oh, hey, Hanai!" Spotting the captain exiting the locker room, the cleanup sprinted over to him and jumped onto his back, laughing as he tried to shake him off. "Hanai, I forgot my umbrella! Walk home with me?"

Mihashi turned back around as the pair walked off into the rain bickering, resting his chin in his palm and staring out at the rain, watching the drops splatter against the ground, creating large puddles. "Oi, Mihashi!" The pitcher jumped nearly a foot in the air, whipping around with a breathless gasp to see the familiar scowling face of his catcher staring back at him. "Mihashi, let's go. If we don't leave now, we could get rained in."

"O-oh!" Mihashi jumped again before giving a quick, sharp nod. "R-right!" He followed after Abe as the catcher left the dugout, pulling out a black umbrella and opening it, shielding himself from the rain. Mihashi paused, staring out at the rain nervously, clutching his noticeably empty hand to the strap of his bag.

Abe looked back at him, clearly annoyed. "Mihashi, hurry up!"

The boy jumped and looked down, biting his lip. "U-umbrella— I d-d-don't—"

With a growl, Abe stomped over to him and wordlessly pulled him under the umbrella by the strap of his bag. "Share mine then. Geez. Come on, before the rain gets heavier." He started walking, and Mihashi struggled to keep up with him and stay safely under the umbrella. "U-um..." He glanced over at his catcher nervously. "T-thank you, Abe-kun!"

"Yeah, whatever," the boy grunted in response, slowing down so Mihashi didn't have to walk so fast. "You should've brought an umbrella. It's April, so it rains a lot. You should be more prepared."

"R-right," Mihashi mumbled dejectedly. "Sorry..." He shivered slightly, feeling the rain drip from the top of the umbrella and cascade down onto his wet shoulder. Abe rolled his eyes and pulled him closer, nearly flush against his side. "Mihashi, you'll get wet if you stand on the edge."

Mihashi stammered out an apology, blushing in embarrassment as he looked down at the ground, where large puddles were slowly beginning to gather. Abe rested his elbow against Mihashi's shoulder, shifting the umbrella to the center. The rain continued to fall, growing steadily heavier, and before long, the two boys were obscured completely by the blur of the storm.