They broke from the kiss, and Abe awkwardly sat up, realizing what he had just done. Mihashi probably hated him now, and, he thought, so did the whole team. He went to get up, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible. Nobody ever expected what just happened would ever happen, and Abe had tried so hard to keep it that way. Now it was all ruined, and he just wanted to leave.

As he tried to stand, a hand gripped his arm. It was Mihashi, who had stood up as well. He was bright red, but had a flare of determination in his eyes. He turned to the rest of the team, who by this point were just staring bluntly at the two. Mihashi let go for just a second, bowing for the other players.

"I ap-p-pologize f-for the d-disturbance!" he stuttered in apology. "H-have a H-happy C-Christmas!" With that he pulled Abe towards the stairs, to where everyone realized was Mihashi's bedroom.

An awkward silence filled the room for a good 5 minutes before Tajima spoke up.

"Well then, who's next?"

"Mihashi, what are you-"Abe tried to get out the sentence but Mihashi silenced him as they stopped in the middle of Mihashi's room. His moment of confidence vanished and he stood, staring at his bedroom floor, lost for words.

"Mihashi, I'm sorry, I-"

"Can you do it again?" Mihashi interrupted him. Abe's eyes widened in astonishment. Was this actually happening? It wasn't just a dream?

"C-can I do what?" now Abe was stuttering- Abe never stuttered!

"C-can you… kiss m-me again, Abe- no, T-takaya…"

Abe flushed at the sound of his name. Of course he could. Of course he would.

"Sure, Ren."

He hugged the little pitcher close, and felt the pitcher's lips press against his as they sank down onto the bed. Abe didn't care how it worked; he didn't want to find a princess, and sure as hell didn't want to move to some far off land. He realized that he felt best right here, being with Mihashi- and that that was the best present he could ever ask for.

(Extra)

The rest of the team managed to go on with the Christmas party like normal. They all tried not to mention the situation upstairs- a mutual agreement to avoid certain awkwardness. Everyone had fun, though, singing carols and playing a few more games, but then it was time to go home

Even though it wasn't on the way, Tajima walked Hanai home- not that it was like that, Hanai thought to himself- they were just having a conversation, and Tajima wanted to finish it before he went home for the night.

"Wait up a sec, Azusa." Tajima said, fishing out his phone.

"Tajima, I told you not to-"

"Shhhhhh!" Tajima dialed a number and walked off to a corner. Hanai had no idea who he was talking to, but he looked like he was having fun. Maybe it would be best to just walk home from here, leave Tajima to his business. Just as he started walking off, Tajima hung up the phone, and jogged to catch up.

"Alright, we're all set!" the shorter said excitedly.

"Set for what?"

"Oh, um, nothing." He said, as if he had something he was hiding. "You'll find out soon anyways."

He wasn't sure he wanted to find out, but apparently that wasn't his choice. Surprisingly, though, nothing happened between Mihashi's and his house worth noting. They were on the porch at Hanai's place now, and Hanai waved goodbye.

"See ya, Merry Christmas."

"Wait!" he felt a hand on his wrist. "You're forgetting something!"

Forgetting what, exactly? Despite his attempts to rid himself of the pink pjs, they were still in his bag.

"Huh?"

"Well, this of course!" he whipped something out of his pocket, green and white, and held it up over their heads. Hanai blushed bright red, staring at the offending mistletoe.

"The hell, Tajima! Are you kidding me! That's not funny, you know-"he was silenced by a hand over his mouth.

"No, I'm not, Azusa." Now he was blushing harder. This had to be a joke, right? A really sick one- yeah that had to be it-

His thoughts were interrupted when the hand was removed from his mouth, and Tajima stood up on his tiptoes. Then he pressed his lips against the captain's.

Hanai's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull back. The cleanup hitter's lips were… surprisingly soft. He felt himself relaxing, leaning down a little, so that Tajima wasn't on his tiptoes anymore.

What led up to this? He couldn't remember. Here he was, kissing his own clean-up hitter, full on the mouth, tongue and all. But… but… this wasn't supposed to happen, like ever! He was team captain, for Christ's sakes! What sort of captain made out with their clean-up hitter? This was wrong, really wrong, even if he was a great kisser…

It was Hanai who pulled away, looking around awkwardly. Tajima frowned from the loss of connection, but then he brightened.

"Oh, so you want to continue this upstairs or something?" he said with his usual goofy smile. Now, though, he was starting to really like that smile- starting to think it was CUTE. He struggled to find an excuse.

"M-my sisters." Was all he could muster. That was a pretty lame excuse, he thought.

"They wouldn't dare come in if we were-"

Hanai cut him off. "But you can't stay over, your mom would be worried."

Tajima laughed. "It's all fine! That was the person I called earlier! She said it would be fine to stay over!"

"Wait, you arranged this? How did you know I would say yes?" he was suddenly a little angry.

"Because you're so predictable. Watch this, I'll make you blush up to your ears." He said, planting a quick kiss on Hanai's cheek again. Sure enough, he flushed. Was he really that predictable?

"Sh-shuddup Taji-"

"Nope- you gotta call me Yuuchirou now!"

"No chance Taji-"

"Yuuchirou! It's my name, use it!"

"Fine, YUUCHIROU! Are you happy now?"

"Yes."

Hanai was pretty sure he had broken his record for number of times blushing in an hour. Tajima followed him inside, and the door closed.

Man that was a long chapter! Well it really wasn't but compared to the length of my other ones- anyways review! I can't wait to hear them!