No one is sure exactly where the alcohol at the team's Christmas party came from (surely someone will blame Yuu, but Mihashi gets the feeling it wasn't him up to pranks this time), but it was there, and if it's there, it means having to try it. Sometimes you just need to know.
Mihashi decides quickly that the taste is awful, but the warm tingle through his muscles is kind of nice, if not a little strange. He wiggles in place, feeling a bit like jello as he watches Mizutani and Hama-chan try to drag Izumi into a round of karaoke. There's the telltale red spread across their cheeks too, and Mihashi is glad he's taken his spot up against the wall. He doesn't want to be pulled into that mess, if he can avoid it. Loose muscles don't just mean his arms and legs.
When he leans over, his head finds Abe's shoulder. Abe hasn't left his side all night, something about "there's no way I'm letting our ace get drunk and lose his abilities or get hurt because you dumbasses." Not that it mattered in the end, when both of them had drinks shoved into their hands and Abe ended up following suit after watching Mihashi throw his back. The thought of it makes Mihashi smile to himself.
Or not. "You okay Ren?"
Ren. It still makes his heart skip an unhealthy beat to hear his name on Abe's lips. "More than, okay."
"Yeah? You sure you don't want water, you should stay hydrated, or you'll get sick."
Mihashi shakes his head, shifting so he can keep his cheek on Abe's shoulder and look up at him at the same time. When he squints, he can see the red in his cheeks too, hidden behind his baseball tan. "You're the best, A...
...Takaya."
There's a pause, and then, "C-Come on, let me get you water." Takaya is trying to move, but Mihashi makes himself a rock, keeping him in place with his head and the hand that sneaks to his side to grip his shirt.
"I mean it." Mihashi says softly, eyes drifting shut as he thinks of the hundreds of times Takaya's been there for him, doing things no one else would think to do, even if he did get mad or upset or confusing from time to time. "I really, really do."
"Seriously, Ren, you're drunk."
"'nd you're so warm." Mihashi hums, nuzzling closer into the curve of Takaya's shoulder, "I like it."
"Ren--"
"I like you."
Takaya freezes, for a few seconds, for a minute, he can't remember, but when he looks down, tries to say something, Mihashi is already asleep, slack and soft and perfect.
FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G
word count: 467
No one is sure exactly where the alcohol at the team's Christmas party came from (surely someone will blame Yuu, but Mihashi gets the feeling it wasn't him up to pranks this time), but it was there, and if it's there, it means having to try it. Sometimes you just need to know.
Mihashi decides quickly that the taste is awful, but the warm tingle through his muscles is kind of nice, if not a little strange. He wiggles in place, feeling a bit like jello as he watches Mizutani and Hama-chan try to drag Izumi into a round of karaoke. There's the telltale red spread across their cheeks too, and Mihashi is glad he's taken his spot up against the wall. He doesn't want to be pulled into that mess, if he can avoid it. Loose muscles don't just mean his arms and legs.
When he leans over, his head finds Abe's shoulder. Abe hasn't left his side all night, something about "there's no way I'm letting our ace get drunk and lose his abilities or get hurt because you dumbasses." Not that it mattered in the end, when both of them had drinks shoved into their hands and Abe ended up following suit after watching Mihashi throw his back. The thought of it makes Mihashi smile to himself.
Or not. "You okay Ren?"
Ren. It still makes his heart skip an unhealthy beat to hear his name on Abe's lips. "More than, okay."
"Yeah? You sure you don't want water, you should stay hydrated, or you'll get sick."
Mihashi shakes his head, shifting so he can keep his cheek on Abe's shoulder and look up at him at the same time. When he squints, he can see the red in his cheeks too, hidden behind his baseball tan. "You're the best, A...
...Takaya."
There's a pause, and then, "C-Come on, let me get you water." Takaya is trying to move, but Mihashi makes himself a rock, keeping him in place with his head and the hand that sneaks to his side to grip his shirt.
"I mean it." Mihashi says softly, eyes drifting shut as he thinks of the hundreds of times Takaya's been there for him, doing things no one else would think to do, even if he did get mad or upset or confusing from time to time. "I really, really do."
"Seriously, Ren, you're drunk."
"'nd you're so warm." Mihashi hums, nuzzling closer into the curve of Takaya's shoulder, "I like it."
"Ren--"
"I like you."
Takaya freezes, for a few seconds, for a minute, he can't remember, but when he looks down, tries to say something, Mihashi is already asleep, slack and soft and perfect.