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[Mihashi speaks in a weird staccato, like half of his words are sticking his his throat and it's a physical effort to get them out.] Um. I guess I could move. If I had to. But. I like it -- here!

[His eyes dart back and forth. OH GOD IS HE BEING TOO PUSHY?] I just started to make f-friends and. That kind of game... doesn't really sound fun...

And I. Need to practice! I want to go to K-Koshien next year. With Tajima and Abe and. Everyone!

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...what kind of game is your mun looking to send you to?

[SILENT, CHOKING SCREAM oh no, worst possible scenario. Mihashi goes from merely looking nervous to as though he's just been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.]

Hol. Hol...!

[He covers his mouth suddenly, as if to prevent it from betrying him.]

I'm not going!

[Hole? Hall? What?! And what's with that reaction?! Though, bless him, Abe manages not to blow up at Mihashi right away.]

Where. Where are you not going?

Holly. Heights?

[Boy oh boy did he hope that was the right answer where did Abe come from why was he asking these questions was this a trap

Time to fidget uncontrollably]

Oh, that place. With how you were talking, I thought it was gonna be one of the horror games.

[And Mihashi in a place like that would be cause for concern. ]

What are you so worried about?

[OH GOD he'd been right all along; the team would be fine without him. Abe would be fine without him. They'd go to Koshien all by themselves and Mihashi was only dragging them down anyway he should probably just leave now before Abe started hating him like Mihashi KNEW HE WOULD it was literally the end of the world and he was going to have to give up his spot on the team RIGHT NOW]

I... I won't give up my number...

[His eyes flicked from Abe to his own hands, back to Abe again, on high alert because he knew he was being selfish he should be ashamed of himself but he was the pitcher and it was his number and]

[His voice raises a little in irritation.]

What? No one's taking your number! What are you even—

[Oh wait. Maybe Mihashi doesn't know about how weird time gets in these places and he's worried about being MIA. Well, that's easy enough to rectify!]

... Mihashi. No one will even realize you're gone at home.

[Wait, what? Had Abe just confirmed his worst fears?]

Th...at's not true!

[Except it totally was true and Mihashi had known it all along. They'd probably found a better pitcher, one that could actually throw fastballs and get along with everyone and didn't need his hand held for every little thing. Mihashi's eyes widened and welled up with huge, glistening (and slightly pathetic) tears. It was time for the waterworks to begin. Was that a sob? Maybe just a little.]

Why the hell are you crying?! It's a good thing!

[Time not passing at all is infinitely better than being stuck here while the alternative happens. He doesn't understand what the problem is and only grows more agitated.]

Would you rather they know we're gone and worry?!

[Oh god, now Abe was yelling. Mihashi tried to get a hold of himself, but succeeded only into sending himself into a fit of hiccoughing.]

Ta. Tajima-kun would. Notice!

[He would, right? Tajima didn't hate him, right? They were friends! They ate curry together!]

And mom would. Notice. Too...

[Mihashi knew it was vaguely pathetic to be bringing up his mom as backup argument here, but she'd figure it out eventually, right? Right?]

[How is this not getting through to him?! Seriously!

...and why does he have to keep sobbing. If Tajima were here, he'd be able to tell Mihashi that Abe's "anger" is actually high frustration with a note of panic. He's pretty sure what he's saying is true. It's not like he can check, but he sure hopes that's the case. His pitcher not believing him isn't helping.

Okay, deep breath. He can do this. Maybe he just didn't make it clear enough even though he totally did. Abe grabs Mihashi's shoulders, looks him in the eye, and speaks very. carefully. Consciously restraining his voice:]

Listen to me— no, they wouldn't. Nothing will change while we're gone. You'll be able to do whatever you were doing when you left and it'll be like nothing happened.

Do you understand?

[Another sob. But Mihashi was listening -- he almost always listened to Abe. Abe knew things, like how to take Mihashi's plodding, slightly eccentric pitches and somehow spin them into an unbroken string of outs in a way that Mihashi was only sort of getting the hang of himself. It was because of Abe that Mihashi had been able to pitch in the first place.

And most importantly, Abe sounded like he knew what he was talking about. He was a voice of authority and he was pretty much never wrong (in Mihashi's book).

Mihashi stopped sobbing openly, though his eyes continued to water. He stared right back into Abe's eyes, totally devoid of the self-consciousness that usually had him fidgeting and unable to make eye contact. WOW FEEL THIS TRUST JUST SHOOTING OUT OF HIS EYES]

R... really?

[Yes!! He finally got through to him! Abe gives a swift nod of reassurance.]

Yeah! [Urk. Settle down a little.]

I mean, yeah. It's going to be fine.

[And he just sort of... pats him on the shoulder and lets go.]

[His crying jag largely forgotten, Mihashi wiped the tears off his face in an almost absent-minded fashion.]

Okay. I'll p-practice while I'm there. So I can throw fast...

Just stay under your limit, alright? My mun says I can't go, but if you injure yourself, I'll find a way.

[Abe, stop threatening your pitcher.]

—Make sure you keep eating well, too. And don't trust shady-looking people.

O... okay. [Mihashi touched his index fingers together, staring at them instead of at Abe. Well. He'd try not to overdo it, but he couldn't guarantee that kind of thing.]

Like spies? [Although why anyone would spy on Mihashi was kind of beyond him.]

Spies? [What, has he been watching a lot of movies?] I don't think you have to worry about that. I meant, like... people in trench coats and dark glasses that try to get you alone.

Or delinquents.

[Sage advice from Abe Takaya.]

I'll be... careful! [Yeah, right. If there were any delinquents around, he'd probably hand his lunch money right over. At least he had enough sense to avoid climbing into any vans.]

It's just for a little while... I'm still the p-pitcher.

Good. [And be careful of those football/basketball peeps. Baseball representation!!]

Yeah, of course. You're still our pitcher.

[You see these eyes, Abe? They're the eyes of eternal gratitude. They are like TOTALLY THE PERFECT BATTERY except for the whole bursting into tears thing maybe sort of.]

A... Abe-kun!

[He'll be the best pitcher ever, you'll see!]

[Have him appear right next to Mihashi. He was probably unnoticeable until-]

If mun sends you to game, you don't have a choice.

[STRANGLED SCREAM as Mihashi suddenly hears an unfamiliar voice -- who the heck is this guy and why is he here]

But. K-Koshien.

I'm. I'm the pitcher...

[You understand, right, random blue-haired guy? He's the pitcher. They can't go to Koshien without him. Because see Fig. 1: Pitcher! They just can't.]

[Kuroko gives Mihashi long, unwavering stare- something he's really, really god at.]

When you are sent to game by mun, nothing changes to your world until you come back.

[A pause.]

Are you the only pitcher on team?

[Mihashi just stares back like a deer in headlights, occasionally jerking his eyes to the side or to his feet or anywhere, really, because he can't take all the silence it's disapproving silence isn't it]

O-Oki-kun. is. Relief pitcher.

[He's not disapproving of anything. Or approving. Kuroko's not doing anything. Just looking at him.]

That's good. So even if something happens and your world doesn't freeze, which are low chances, Oki-kun will take your place.

[None of that really made sense to Mihashi. World? Freezing? What?]

It's. Summer. Though...

I'm number o-one!

[It doesn't makes sense to Kuroko either so he's not right person to explain it.]

I didn't say you aren't.

We have ace too in team but he doesn't plays when he can't.

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[That was right, HE WAS THE ACE]

I can. Play!

[This guy... does he listens to what he says?]

You can't play if you have fever. Or sprained leg or wrist. If you play injured, you might make injury worse and then never be able to play.

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Canon is Oofuri

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I am lmao, I'll have you know.

perfect :|b

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I like your Abe a lot, btw!

Thanks! Likewise on your Mihashi :>

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//mun is horrible//

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