Syfa and Veil are two characters who mean the world to us. Ideally, they’d be debuting in season 2 of the show, and their relationship becomes the heart of the season.
rating: gen? teen?? actually no swearing for once???
summary: started for the second day of Abemiha week, habit/promise (kind of both); sorry it’s just a crap lil unfinished drabble
“AaaarrgghHHHHH SHUT UP, ABE.” Izumi drags his cap down over his face, then rips it off, whipping around to glare at Abe on the bleachers behind him. “You’re just freaking him out! Could you TRY to talk like a normal person for once instead of hollering at him?”
“You’re yelling, too.” He can tell it sounds childish, and slight heat spreads across Abe’s cheeks. Izumi just narrows his eyes at him, though Abe’s attention is already flicking back to Mihashi. WAS I too loud just now? Crap… Mihashi’s hunched over, hands still trembling slightly even though he’s gripping the bench tight enough to turn his knuckles white. And even now, he won’t look over at him. It’s not as bad as it used to be, but he’s obviously shut down. Abe turns away, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, I won’t yell anymore, so you can calm down already. Nothing bad’s—”
“For how long?”
“Eh?”
Izumi’s now watching him with a calculating look. “How long d’you think you can make it without yelling at him?”
Abe narrows his eyes at him. “However long I need to.” Turning away, Izumi scoffs. The other boys are variously pretending not to be listening to the conversation or turning to watch them nosily. Abe nudges his back with a toe. “Hey—”
“One week.”
“One week what?”
“Go one week without hollerng at him.” Izumi turns with a fierce grin. “Bet you can’t!”
Abe raises an eyebrow. “Why would I accept that? And anyway, if it’s a bet, there have to be payouts as well as conditions.”
“Hmm…” Izumi smirks over his shoulder at him. “You—”
“If you lose, Mihashi gets to deck ya!!” Tajima helpfully grabs Mihashi’s wrists from behind, raising his hands high. Mihashi yelps and struggles.
“What the HELL—”
“T-Tajima-kun, I—no! I can’t!”
“Sure you can!”
“How is that a win for anyone?”
Tajima loosens his grip on Mihashi, who’s no longer fighting him, just dangling and blinking up at him. “Well, it’d be funny, so it’s a win for us, and…”
“Oh hooray.”
“What is the win?” They look over to find Sakaeguchi leaning towards them curiously.
“Yeah,” Abe nudges Izumi with his foot again, “What do I get if I do it?”
“You get a week of less terrified Mihashi; isn’t that enough?” Abe nudges him less gently in the kidney. “Ow, okay! Geez.” He turns, considering Abe blandly. “If you do it, you guys go somewhere fun together. Just the two of you. No baseball.”
“That’s a terrible id—”
Tajima’s hauling on Mihashi’s arms again. “Like a date!”
Abe just stares at Tajima in consternation. In his peripheral vision, he can see Mihashi turning bright red just at the mere mention of the word.
“Yeah, like a date.” Izumi gradually raises an eyebrow at Abe as though daring him to protest further.
Sakaeguchi sits back, clapping his hands together. “Oh wow, that sounds fun! Where will you go?”
Abe stares over at him incredulously. I’m surrounded by insane people. Insane and sadistic. HOW DO THEY NOT REALISE IT’LL BE HORRIBLE FOR BOTH OF US? I’ll just get pissed off, and then— Abe turns back, considering Mihashi out of the corner of his eye. He’s now slumped forward, face hidden in his arms; Tajima leans on his back, whispering something to him. If I can make it one week, I can make it an hour or two more. How long are you supposed to go on da—hanging out, anyway?
He catches Izumi’s eye, nodding. “I accept.” Beside him, Mihashi jerks upright from under Tajima’s weight. Abe can feel his gaze, but somehow, he can’t quite bring himself to meet it.
“Oh, thank god,” Izumi says, tipping his head back (and Abe’s sure, rolling his eyes too).
“Um…Abe-kun?” Mihashi’s hand slides a little closer to him on the bench.
I totally got this. Quiet voice. “Yeah?”
“Um…” Mihashi ducks his head a little. “I don’t…I don’t want to p-p-punch…”
“Well, I don’t particularly want you punching me, either.” Not that I expect it’d be that bad; does he even know how? “So I’m not gonna lose this, okay?” He looks over at Mihashi properly, meeting his timid gaze; Mihashi bites his lower lip, then nods, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a tiny smile. Abe has the sudden urge to grab his hand. So instead he pokes him in the side, making Mihashi squeak and twitch away. Mouth quirking in a crooked grin, he repeats, “I won’t lose, I promise.”
Mihashi meets his eyes, and this time, his smile is less tentative. Abe looks back at the game they were supposed to be discussing, feeling a funny warmth grow in his chest.
Long story short, Abe loses. Spectacularly. Mihashi probably cries because he doesn’t want to do it, but Abe like NOPE I promised, and I accept the consequences. And for those not party to the original conversation, it turns out Mihashi punches Hard. B)
(but also I was thinking afterwards Mihashi’s still crying and Abe like look *coughing slightly* I’m seriously okay so you can calm down *still clutching stomach* and Mihashi like it’s...it’s not just that... Abe: ??? Mihashi: I...I really wanted to go do something f-fun with Abe-kun, so....so... Abe: *starts sweating* *slowly turns fire-engine red* Mihashi: M-maybe if we just...don’t tell anybody? C-could we still...? Abe: *internal confused happy screaming* Yeah...I guess so...)
