Mihashi couldn’t understand what he was feeling, his chest was tight and he felt sick to his stomach. Abe was being confessed to by some girl. She was blushing and looking up at him with wide eyes. For some reason Mihashi couldn’t stand that idea, he didn’t want to lose his catcher to some girl.
He clenched and unclenched his fists and nervously and chewed on his lip thoughtfully, why was he feeling like this?
Mihashi took a step forward; he watched the girl fumble with an envelope and couldn’t help it. He ignored his anxiety and stalked towards Abe with a nervous look on his face.
“Mihashi?” Abe called looking up at the nervous other. The girl in front of him jolted and looked towards the pitcher with a large smile, however Mihashi ignored her.
He grabbed Abe by the collar of his shirt, surprising the other with his aggressiveness and covered Abe’s lips with his own.
The girl in front of them apologized quickly, she dropped the envelope and walked away awkwardly.
Mihashi pulled back immediately upon realizing what he was doing and wiped at his bright red face.
“Mihashi.” Abe began with a lingering emotion in his voice. The pitcher jumped and turned on is heel to run however an arm lashed out and grabbed him, holding him in place.
“Were you jealous?” Abe continued knowingly. “n-n-no” Mihashi meekly croaked, looking anywhere but at Abe.
“Y’know she was telling me…to give you an envelope…it wasn’t a confession.” Abe uttered out awkwardly, he rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly with a slight dust of red on his cheeks.
“You kissed me for no reason.”
“....”
“Stop pulling that face!”
