A/N: Because I was typing out a PM to Spring Zephyr and this happened. Why is this area of fanfiction so dead? CUTE HIGHSCHOOLERS PAYING BASEBALL NEED MORE LOVE- I'll stop now.

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"Mihashi, turn around."

Said boy looked up, Mizutani's voice immediately taking his attention away from the stack of papers in his hands. He heard Abe grumbing about distracting teammates and needing to review their opponents, but the grin on Mizutani's face had Mihashi standing up to face the other boy.

"Wh-what is it, Mizutani-kun?" He asked softly, watching as the boy came closer.

"Just turn around." He said, pushing at the other boy's shoulder. Mihashi turned, so that his back was completely to the redhead.

He stiffened as he felt Mizutani's hands on his back, the sound of paper crinkling and his shoulders being poked at.

There was a crunch of grass as someone approached them, and Mihashi turned his head to meet Izumi.

"Mizutani, what are you-" He cut himself off, staring at Mihashi's back before snorting, covering his mouth with one hand to cover a very obvious grin. "Man, you are mean."

"What!" Mizutani cried, Mihashi attempting to turn his head around to see what the left fielder had done. "He needed one, you said so yourself!"

"Yeah, but seriously... 'Fragile, handle with care'?"

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A/N: I couldn't think of any way to end it off, even after reading through other people's fics because honeslty, I an not confident in writing Mihashi. They did not help. And Tajima ended up not being in this because he'd invade the whole fic like Henry does when I'm trying to write something for Fire Emblem.

Dunno if I did any good here seeing as how my last attempt at writing these guys failed miserably, but I'll leave that to... whoever happens to read this at this absurd hour of the night. Now, excuse me while my bran short-circuits.