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❝Watchu starin’ at willis? Askin’ for a fight? Fight me, I’m so ripped right now. This otter’s so ripped right now.❞
“No... I’m... not willis... I’m Mihashi... And I don’t want... to fight you... I-I just... wanted to......” Words trailing off before even finishing the sentence, the young orange head letting his eyes dart everywhere but at the person he was talking to.
Hello everyone, I’m Matantei, and if any of you are in Koi no Yokan as well you probably know me from there. If not, it’s nice to meet you all! I’m a really socially awkward person much like my muse lol but I’ll open up eventually, I’ll just be a bit shy in the beginning and stuff aaah--
Let’s see, I’m 21 years old, I’m from Denmark meaning that I really should be asleep by now but what is good life decisions, and I haven’t been RPing as Mihashi for like 2 years now so I’m really nervous but at the same time excited to return to his blog. I’ll do my best at least. If anyone wants to RP feel free to hit me up in the ask box or something aaah I don’t know how people usually get threads in this group--
Abe watched as Mihashi walked around and searched his bag with awkward little movements. Was everything about that guy weird? It seemed like it. The catcher just couldn’t understand what went through his head. It some times seemed like he had some real worries, but they just turned out to be something ridiculous like ‘are you going to quit being a catcher’ or ‘are you going back to Haruna’. Why would Abe do either of those things and how do they get inside the other’s head in the first place?
It was like he wanted Abe gone. But, the catcher knew that wasn’t the case. Mihashi was more like terrified of his catcher leaving, though that irritated Abe too. Didn’t he say multiple times that he wasn’t going anywhere? Well, he broke his promise about not getting hurt, but as long as he was healthy and well, he was going to be Mihashi’s catcher.
Mihashi came back and showed Abe his cucumber. The catcher gulped, and reached for it. “Thanks…” He took the vegetable and nodded to the pitcher, grateful. “It looks delicious.” He said, though a bit quieter than he would for a meal. He took a bite and his eyes lite up. “This is the best cucumber I’ve ever had!” He turned to the other quickly in excitement.
It would be wrong to say that Mihashi didn't spend half of the time - or probably even more than that - to worry needlessly about every single small detail that would arise. When he was being a selfish jerk and wouldn't get off the mound. When he would silence himself as much as possible to not disturb everyone having fun around him. When he was fearing that Abe was going to be leaving him for a more talented pitcher that was easier to get along with.
But what he worried about the most was probably the possibility of Abe abandoning him. Well, all of Nishiura abandoning him on a greater scale, but if the day came that the catcher would no longer send him signs. If that happened he would probably no longer know what to do. Abe having accepted even a pitcher who was as bad as he was and even dragged him up from the dirt, attempting to actually make use of him was the sole reason that Mihashi was still playing. When he had left Mihoshi he had after all sworn to never get back up on the mound again.
But Mihoshi was Mihoshi and Nishiura was Nishiura. This was where he was now and this person was his catcher now. So if he could please Abe simply by providing cucumber, he was more than satisfied. In fact, seeing the raven haired teen get so excited over something so simple even was a slight bit amusing. "Ta... jima... kun's..." he explained in another much delayed sentence. "It's from... Tajima-kun's family's farm..."
Abe was thinking it was impossible to not get irritated around this guy. Well, he already knew it was, but this was just reinforcing the fact. Wasn’t he told to look at a person when they are talking? Or to not move around so much during a conversation? Or to be the complete opposite of who he was? Maybe that was a bit harsh, but Abe was barely hanging on to his temper at this point. He gritted his teeth, hoping his reason would hold out as Mihashi seemed like he was debating on whether he wanted to talk to the catcher or not.
Really, was Abe just that unpleasant to talk to? No, that couldn’t be it. The pitcher was like that to everyone…No, that wasn’t it either. He talked fine with Tajima. So, is it just Tajima then? Maybe. But what was so different about the cleanup that allowed them to have a decent conversation? Abe just didn’t get it. If Mihashi could trust Abe’s pitch calls, why couldn’t he just talk normally with him?
Finally, finally, Mihashi spoke up. Abe blinked a couple of times, before he took another deep breath. Was that really it? The catcher really couldn’t understand why each thing Mihashi said was so tiring. Or rather, the wait before he speaks was draining. Well, at least they were going somewhere. “Yeah. If you don’t mind. That would be great. Are you really okay with it though?”
The people Mihashi was actually capable of striking up a normal conversation with without having to force himself - at least without having to force himself much - were few and far between, and mostly remained within the family. Even going by those standards it would be wrong to say that Abe was treated the same as everyone else when it came to conversing. He was maybe just a bit more scared of saying something that would upset the catcher than when talking to, say, Tajima or Hamada. Abe-kun had accepted him. Abe-kun needed him. Abe-kun gave him directions. And that was why he didn't want to let him down.
Of course there was no way he could have anticipated that his own worries just ended up making Abe confused and maybe a slightly bit jealous seeing the pitcher fool around with other people but immediately tense up when he was around.
Mihashi's face did however light up a great deal when the Catcher's tone of speaking changed to a normal one, the one he had been hearing more and more lately whether or not the other was conscious of it. The realisations that 'Abe-kun isn't angry with me' and 'Abe-kun wants my cucumber' floated around in his mind as he nodded eagerly in response, squatted down on the spot without a word and with stiff and mechanic movements searched through his bag. Finally finding what he searched for, Mihashi unwrapped the cucumber and presented it to his Catcher.
Abe noticed the nervous ball fidgeting next to him and felt his eyebrow twitch. I won’t yell. I won’t yell. I won’t- The cucumber lover took a deep breath to claim himself. Mihashi was irritating. Beyond irritating, but Abe knew that the pitcher was trying…probably.
Turning to the orange haired, Abe reminded himself once more to not yell before he spoke. “What…do you…want.” he spoke carefully as possible, keeping his voice as low as possible without making it a whisper. His words were clearly forced and it sounded like he was being strangled, which he was in a way. Mihashi’s personality did that to you.
Too busy doing his very best to avoid even coming close to looking the other teen in the eyes, Mihashi never noticed the annoyance slowly but surely spreading on his Catcher's face. If his gaze hadn't boarded a roller coaster going all the way around the area except for the one person he was supposed to be looking at, maybe he would have ended up even more startled than initially. In a sense that was probably the better outcome for Abe who clearly already had his patience tried.
Only when the voice that was far more silent than what he was used to, but still with that tint of suppressed anger sounded, Mihashi flinched and rubbed his temples a few times to be able to postpone conversation for as long as possible, partially hoping to somehow disappear in the middle of this process. Unable to prolong it any longer, he finally began the slow-paced stutters. "A... Abe-kun... If... Abe-kun is fine with it... My cucumber..." He had one in his bag to go along with the bento for today.
Cool as a cucumber.
"I’m hungry where can a guy get cucumbers around here."
"..."
He was fidgeting nervously, trying as inconspicuously as possible to gain Abe's attention. Although part of him didn't want to gain Abe's attention, because Abe was probably just going to be mad at him if he interrupted like that all of a sudden. "..."
A promise they can keep.
Welcome to Despair - Dangan Ronpa AU | Abe and Mihashi
Hope's Peak Academy. Just like the name would suggest it was a school to gather promising youngsters in various fields, pillars of society and work with these young hopes, strengthen and perfecting them. It was said that graduating from this academy would be sure to bring you success in anything you would do in life afterwards. Admittance was purely by acceptance; the school would sent letters only to people of high school age super-excelling at their respective area of expertise and hence only carrying the best of the best. To some this great honour of being admitted into one of the most prestigious schools in the whole world only came as natural, but to others it was almost too overwhelming. Mihashi Ren was one such person.
It wasn't as much as he was feeling the pressure of such an impressive title - rather he was convinced that there was no way it could be the truth. For someone like him, someone who could only rely on the strength of others to show the least amount of worth to be summoned as Super High School Level Pitcher... either there had been a grave mistake in the administration or this was someone's attempt at a bad joke. A very bad joke. After all without Abe-kun's pitch reading and the strength of his team mates he was nothing but a lousy pitcher whose skills amounted to nothing when it came to practical use.
Some part of him however had wanted to believe it. Wanted to feel at least a little proud about such an extravagant title, even if it would only too quickly become obvious how hopeless he was. Just a peek was all he intended, not able to still his curiosity. A peek at these facilities only available to the very best of the best. Of course he had no way of knowing what that 'peek' was going to result in - how could anyone have expected for a place like Hope's Peak to fall victim to the circumstances at hand?
As if having found himself locked up with no way out, only accompanied by all of these impressive people whom he did not deserve to be amongst wasn't enough there was also the concept of mutual killing, something that seemed completely absurd to the young boy. These kinds of high levelled schools were not something he could handle and he just wanted to go home. Back to his parents, back to the rest of the guys from Nishiura. Maybe they would forgive him if he apologised enough, for leaving them behind and going off on his own, drawn in by sweet words. He didn't expect them to after he had become a deserter but maybe, just maybe, they would accept him as their ace and let him stand on the mound again.
Prior to, during, and straight after having a most macabre demand shoved down over his head Mihashi had been too scared to even notice his surroundings let alone the people in it. At the first given chance he had retreated as fast as possible, run around in a futile attempt to find an exit until his legs had finally given out under him and miserably let himself drop against a wall curling up and burying his face in his knees, tears streaming down his face and small hiccups leaving him. Only when the sound of approaching footsteps filled the hall did Mihashi revert his gaze back up, body tense and eyes wide in fear, only to spot a familiar face. "A... A... A..." he began stuttering, not able to form the words.
His body was fighting the mixed emotions of relief at having someone he knew around and fear for the actual person, until it finally decided on the latter and the boy scurried away, putting a few metres distance more between them before continuing his low stutters. "A... be... kun...?" the pitcher finally managed to call the name in barely audible sounds, voice full of disbelief and wonder if he was actually seeing right. "W... What...?" What was he doing here? Had he come to scold him for leaving? Or maybe to tell him how great they were doing without him and that they don't needed him back? With every thought that passed through his mind the colour from Mihashi's face only disappeared even more.
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