[ There's something so easy about this, now. Abe has to wonder if all that physical contact before, as just teammates, made it that way. But he likes to touch Mihashi, likes holding his hand for reasons that aren't just support or checking to see if he's okay. He likes to curl up with him in a nest of blankets. He most of all likes kissing him. Forehead, cheek, mouth. He likes it as much as he likes Mihashi, which is saying something. (Again, he went from being not a fan to being the biggest fan, so it's a bit drastic. But here they are, and he loves Mihashi so much that it's overwhelming sometimes.)
Bracing his weight on his arms, so that he doesn't get any weight on his knee, Abe ducks down a little into Mihashi's touch. Because encouraging him is important, when he does something right, when it's good. And this, this is right. This is the greatest good that there is. Abe knows this for a fact, even if Mihashi doesn't believe it himself, and there are two places where this is the most obvious to him - when they mirror each other at the mound and on home plate, and when they're like this.
So he kisses him back, even if he feels the burn of a blush all the way to his ears. Eventually he won't turn red, but this is still so new and delicate that he can't help it. There's plenty of time ahead of them for more baseball, more practice and games, and more of this. More of them. It makes him feel warm all the way down to his core, makes him calm. Which is a surprising thing all of its own, too. ]
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Bracing his weight on his arms, so that he doesn't get any weight on his knee, Abe ducks down a little into Mihashi's touch. Because encouraging him is important, when he does something right, when it's good. And this, this is right. This is the greatest good that there is. Abe knows this for a fact, even if Mihashi doesn't believe it himself, and there are two places where this is the most obvious to him - when they mirror each other at the mound and on home plate, and when they're like this.
So he kisses him back, even if he feels the burn of a blush all the way to his ears. Eventually he won't turn red, but this is still so new and delicate that he can't help it. There's plenty of time ahead of them for more baseball, more practice and games, and more of this. More of them. It makes him feel warm all the way down to his core, makes him calm. Which is a surprising thing all of its own, too. ]