fic: One Point Shy
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bonnefoisTitle: One Point Shy
Day/Theme: 3. 22. One point shy of winning. (Late/08) / 4. 21. I am choosing not to suffer uselessly
Series: Oofuri
Character/Pairing: Abe, Mihashi. Sort of a (biased. Oh Abe) contrast between Haruna and Abe.
Rating: G
Word count: 421
Note: Characterization practice. Drabblet. Happy birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yukitsu
"But I-It’s only one more point!"
Abe glared down. Mihashi fluttered in anxiousness.
It crossed his mind how different it was, Haruna quitting at the first signs of trouble and Mihashi pleading for just one more pitch. Haruna’s arrogance, Mihashi’s complete lack of anything nearing arrogance.
"I-I can do this!" Mihashi squeaked, nodding his head furiously. “Just let me try one more time.”
His arm was shaking, and it wasn’t in fear. The muscles would be pushed too far. Any farther and he might be injured. Abe wanted to shake him. Under Abe's gaze, Mihashi cowered, yet there was a steely determination underneath it all. He tried to square his shoulders, he tried to lift his chin in something nearing defiance. Haruna would've been long gone off the mound by now.
"I-I can, Abe-kun. P-p-lease let me."
Here he looked up, pleading as he clung to the ball as if Abe would wrest it from his grip. Honestly, he was hopeless.
"One more," Abe said gruffly. "And only one more. If you even think about going on after that, I’ll drag you off the mound myself."
Mihashi squeaked and ran back, his hands at his sides. He seemed to shake from the reverberations of his jerky nervous energy. Abe watched him and glared. He held up the glove, made a sign. Mihashi would listen, he would obey this, Abe knew.
Abe watched for the telling signs. A twitch at the elbow, favoring of his other side. Tendons stretched, muscles burning. Haruna wouldn't have risked a thing, but Mihashi would throw away every possibly dream for them, for him.
He quirked a smile – the smug, assured kind, as Mihashi looked to him for guidance. A Secret sign which Mihashi would follow. He'd not shake his head at him. A quick glance, a nod. Mihashi trusted him. Mihashi wouldn't let him down.
That game was as much as theirs, now. In the back of his mind, Abe had a faint hope, a nagging one, that the cost of this arm wouldn't be Mihashi's arm. Still, it was a risk he was willing to take to keep the winning streak – and to prove to himself that this pitcher was trustworthy.
Day/Theme: 3. 22. One point shy of winning. (Late/08) / 4. 21. I am choosing not to suffer uselessly
Series: Oofuri
Character/Pairing: Abe, Mihashi. Sort of a (biased. Oh Abe) contrast between Haruna and Abe.
Rating: G
Word count: 421
Note: Characterization practice. Drabblet. Happy birthday,
yukitsu"But I-It’s only one more point!"
Abe glared down. Mihashi fluttered in anxiousness.
It crossed his mind how different it was, Haruna quitting at the first signs of trouble and Mihashi pleading for just one more pitch. Haruna’s arrogance, Mihashi’s complete lack of anything nearing arrogance.
"I-I can do this!" Mihashi squeaked, nodding his head furiously. “Just let me try one more time.”
His arm was shaking, and it wasn’t in fear. The muscles would be pushed too far. Any farther and he might be injured. Abe wanted to shake him. Under Abe's gaze, Mihashi cowered, yet there was a steely determination underneath it all. He tried to square his shoulders, he tried to lift his chin in something nearing defiance. Haruna would've been long gone off the mound by now.
"I-I can, Abe-kun. P-p-lease let me."
Here he looked up, pleading as he clung to the ball as if Abe would wrest it from his grip. Honestly, he was hopeless.
"One more," Abe said gruffly. "And only one more. If you even think about going on after that, I’ll drag you off the mound myself."
Mihashi squeaked and ran back, his hands at his sides. He seemed to shake from the reverberations of his jerky nervous energy. Abe watched him and glared. He held up the glove, made a sign. Mihashi would listen, he would obey this, Abe knew.
Abe watched for the telling signs. A twitch at the elbow, favoring of his other side. Tendons stretched, muscles burning. Haruna wouldn't have risked a thing, but Mihashi would throw away every possibly dream for them, for him.
He quirked a smile – the smug, assured kind, as Mihashi looked to him for guidance. A Secret sign which Mihashi would follow. He'd not shake his head at him. A quick glance, a nod. Mihashi trusted him. Mihashi wouldn't let him down.
That game was as much as theirs, now. In the back of his mind, Abe had a faint hope, a nagging one, that the cost of this arm wouldn't be Mihashi's arm. Still, it was a risk he was willing to take to keep the winning streak – and to prove to himself that this pitcher was trustworthy.
