Title: Spooning.

Summary: "Wait... you're saying spooning doesn't have anything to do with food?"

Character(s): Nishiura Team.

Pairing(s): AbeMiha, Tajinai, IzuMi, Sakaeyama.


"Wait... w-what's spooning?" Mihashi blinked at his friend in confusion, in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head. Tajima shot him an exasperated, disbelieving look. "Mihashi! Do you seriously not know what spooning is?! I thought everyone knew!" The pitcher shrank back with a nervous shake of his head, and Tajima clucked his tongue in disapproval. "Oh my God, seriously. It's common knowledge!"

"Not necessarily," Mizutani muttered from the other side of the locker room, where he was placing his shoes in his bag. "I have no clue what spooning is."

"Me neither," Sakaeguchi chimed, followed by mumbles of agreement from the rest of the team (save for Abe and Izumi, who had deemed the conversation unworthy and decided to stay out of it).

Tajima looked around at each of them as if they had suddenly grown another head. "Not you too, Hanai?! Guys, I can't believe this! Do I really have to explain it to you?"

"Yes please," Mizutani peeped quietly. Tajima rolled his eyes, slinging his gym bag over hsi shoulder as he made for the exit, heading for the bike racks, followed closely by his teammates. "Okay, so basically, spooning is just hugging, but like in a specific way..." He trailed off with a slight frown. "It's kinda hard to explain in words."

"Wait... you're saying spooning doesn't have anything to do with food?" Abe grumbled, speaking up for the first time since entering and exiting the locker room. Tajima shot him a look. "No, Abe. Geez, you guys really are clueless. I thought at least one of you would know what spooning is."

"I've heard of it," Izumi piped up from beside Mizutani, earning a surprised look from the left fielder. "Oh, don't look so surprised, Fumiki. We cuddle plenty, so why would you not—" The rest of his sentence was cut off as a wide-eyed Mizutani covered his mouth with a blush, earning snickers from the rest of the team.

Tajima did seem a little relieved having at least one person know what spooning was but still seemed intent on filling in the other members of the team, turning to walk backward so he could talk to them face-to-face. "You know what, guys, why don't we all go over to my house and I'll teach you how to do it?"

"Eh... I'm game, I guess," Izumi said, the first to respond. After one person agreeing, the rest quickly followed, although Abe showed some reluctance, but was eventually swayed by Mihashi asking him to come along. And so the boys headed to Tajima's house, leaving their bikes on his front lawn and heading inside.


"My parents are out shopping right now, so we can use the couch," the cleanup proclaimed, dropping his shoes and bag by the front door and heading into the living room, followed by his friends after they too ditched their stuff. Tajima turned on them with a wide grin, resting his hand on his chin as he looked between them all, causing the boys to fidget nervously. Eventually, his eyes settled on someone, and he pointed at them. "Izumi, why don't you go first, since you're clearly an expert?"

Izumi sighed loudly. "Fine, whatever." He grabbed a flustered Mizutani by the arm and dragged him over to the couch, standing in front of it and looking back at Tajima with an eyebrow raised, as if waiting for permission. The cleanup danced over and stood to the left with his hands on his hips. "Alright, even though they know how, I'll guide them so you guys get an instructional."

He studied the two boys with a pensive expression. "Eh... Izumi, you first." As Tajima said his name, Izumi lay down on the couch on his side, looking bored, followed by Mizutani, who lay in front of him looking like he wanted to die and/or murder Tajima and Izumi for making him do this. "Okay, guys, look at their positioning. This is the proper form for spooning."

The team looked on with expression ranging from confused to curious as Tajima instructed Izumi to wrap his arms around Mizutani, which he did, fitting their bodies together like puzzle pieces and resting his chin on the center fielder's head. "Boom; perfect spooning." Tajima gestured at the boys with a grand flourish before turning to address them directly. "Okay, guys, that's good. Let's let them try it now."

Mizutani and Izumi extracted themselves from the couch—Mizutani still blushing like a fine southern lady—and stepped back to make room for the next victims, which happened to be... "Abe, Mihashi, you're up!"

While the pitcher jumped hearing his name and shifted nervously from foot to foot, the catcher simply looked annoyed and crossed his arms with a scoff. "Why are we doing this again? It's stupid. I have homework I could be doing instead of this crap."

"Abe, come on. Spooning is an important life skill." Tajima placed his hands on his hips and pointed at the couch. "Now get over here and lay down."

With a loud, dramatic sigh, Abe stomped over to the couch and mimicked Izumi's earlier position, laying on his side on the couch, glaring up at Tajima, who turned to Mihashi with a smile. "Now you, Mihashi!" The pitcher jumped again and took a cautious step towards the couch, hovering in front of it nervously. Abe, growing impatient, clicked his teeth in annoyance and grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling him down. "Hurry up, Mihashi. The sooner we get this over with, the better."

The pitcher let out a squeak as he was pulled to Abe's chest, his face blooming a bright red, his body shaking from nerves, mouth open as if he was silently screaming. Tajima held back a snicker with his hand seeing that Abe was also blushing, which was unusual for the stoic catcher. "Good job, guys. Next up is Sakaeguchi and Suyama."

Mihashi jumped up from the couch so fast he nearly fell over and he and Abe retreated to the far corner of the room, both blushing, while Suyama and Sakaeguchi gulped nervously. Seeing their fearful expressions, Tajima's grin widened, eyes flashing mischievously. Hanai watched him, sweating nervously. He could already tell this was going to end badly...


"Ow, ow, owwww!" Sakaeguchi winced, and Suyama quickly stammered out an apology, adjusting his position to be closer to Sakaeguchi, who had turned to glare at Tajima. "This is your fault! Come help us!" Sakaeguchi's hair was currently caught in the zipper of Suyama's jacket, preventing them both from moving, lest it pull out Sakaeguchi's hair. Tajima was watching with an amused smile, clearly enjoying himself.

The rest of the team had migrated into the kitchen to work on their homework, and Tajima and Hanai—the only two left in the living room beside Suyama and Sakaeguchi—could hear Izumi and Mizutani bickering, while Abe, in an annoyed tone, tried to help Mihashi with his English homework. Hanai and Tajima turned back to the problem in front of them, Hanai frowning. "Should we just unzip the zipper? Will that free his hair?"

Tajima shrugged. "I dunno. It's worth a try, I guess." The two boys moved to the couch, Hanai leaning over the back while Tajima stood beside the armrest, leaning over to tilt Sakaeguchi's head slightly away from Suyama's chest, causing him to give a cry of protest. "Hanai, you unzip it, and at the same time, I'll pull his hair free," Tajima instructed, Hanai nodding in agreement of the plan.

Getting into position, Hanai grabbed the zipper and shared a look with Tajima. The cleanup waited a moment before meeting his gaze and nodding. "Now." Hanai pulled the zipper while Tajima simultaneously pulled Sakageuchi's hair safely out of the way. The second baseman gave a sigh of relief, pushing himself off the couch and petting his uninjured hair carefully as if to make sure it was still intact. He turned to give Tajima a thou-shalt-die glare, pointing at him accusingly. "Never again." He turned on his heel and walked out, quickly followed by Suyama, and a moment later, the door was heard slamming.

"Well..." Tajima turned to Hanai with a wide smile. "That was fun!"

Hanai face-palmed. "Oh, for God's sake... You're a complete idiot."

"I know." Tajima winked at him as he moved towards the kitchen. "But that's why you love me!"