Title: Stretching.
Summary: Abe and Mihashi make the rest of the team uncomfortable with their morning stretches.
Character(s): Abe Takaya, Mihashi Ren, Nishiura Team.
Pairing(s): AbeMiha.
"Ah— T-Takaya-kun, I c-can't take much m-more of this..." Mihashi gasped out, body covered in sweat and face flushed.
"It's alright, Ren, I'm almost there," Abe grunted back.
"Ahhhh~" Mihashi let out a loud groan. "I— I c-can't go a-anymore—"
"Hang in there, we're almost done," Abe panted, muscles straining from exertion.
The whole team was watching them uncomfortably from their own spots scattered around the field, most of them looking utterly mortified while Tajima and Izumi were snickering and Mizutani looked miserable. "I think my ears are bleeding," he complained with a pout. "Someone, please tell them to stop..."
Hanai pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly 1000% done with the situation. "Hey, can you guys stretch normally over there please?"
Abe glanced up, his hands spread on Mihashi's lower back, pushing him forward as far as he could go. "Sure." He turned back as Mihashi let out another loud—oddly sensual—groan. "We are though?" he muttered to himself as he returned to the task at hand, causing the team to face-palm and cringe as Mihashi let out another guttural noise.
Tajima's grin widened into a Cheshire-like smirk, and before Hanai—who recognized that look—could stop him, he cupped his hands around his mouth to shout over at Mihashi and Abe. "Hey, guys, can you stop? It sounds like a porno out here!"
Abe shot him a glare. "Shut the fuck up, Tajima. See, look; you made him nervous. Ren, just relax." The last comment was directed at the flushed pitcher, who tried to do as instructed and let out a yelp as Abe shoved him further forward. "Takaya-kun, i-it really h-hurts... I t-think I m-might break..."
"Loosen up, then," Abe instructed gruffly. "It'll be easier that way."
By this point most of the team had given up and retreated to the dugout, leaving only Tajima, Hanai, Mizutani, and Izumi left. Mizutani was still covering his ears as Izumi helped him stretch him out, wearing an amused smile. "I wonder if it's even possible for them to stretch in a non-sexual way," he contemplated, causing Tajima to burst into a fit of wild cackling, broken by a yelp as Hanai grew annoyed and rammed his face into the dirt by pressing an elbow into his back forcefully. "Ow! That hurt, Azusa!"
"Then stop acting like a five-year-old watching a PG-13 movie and focus on stretching," the captain grumbled back, clearly irritated. Izumi snickered as he switched places with Mizutani and started stretching. The left fielder was making a face as the loud panting and grunting continued from behind them. "Ugh, okay, I think it's about time to wrap up the stretching..." He pushed himself to his feet and practically sprinted Road Runner-style into the dugout, closely followed by a giggling Izumi.
Hanai let out a deep, exhausted sigh. "I swear, I lead a team full of idiots..."
