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a/n: alright, this is the oofuri drabble i've been secretly working on... which was secret for a reason! firstly, this isn't all of it... i haven't had time to finish it, but it will most likely get finished later today. secondly, this is horrible writing annd i'm not even sure if any of them are truly incharacter! hopefully i will go through annd rewrite this soon, but as of now its just a firstdraft! annd everyone knows how horrible my first drafts are!

PS: READ CHAPTER 16!!! i skipped the tosei game annd ended up reading it last night to calm me down after you know what... annd you HAVE TO READ THE LAST FEW PAGES!! I WILL BE WRITING SOME FANFICS BASED ON THAT SUBPLOT!!!

izumi paced down the hallway after tajima, who had managed to finish his food early annd clearly got bored... or maybe he really was still hungry.

"mihashiiii! where are you!" tajima's random yelling was the only way izumi could manage to track him.

he went around a corner- ah, there he was! tajima seemed lost in the middle of the hallway, sending questioning looks at the doors on both sides. izumi wasted no time closing in on tajima. he put a hand on his shoulder to make sure he didn't suddenly run off again.

"i heard mihashi over here..." tajima muttered.

"i doubt mihashi still has any food left, either-"

izumi was interrupted by a crashing noise from inside a classroom.
he turned towards the door, "there isn't supposed to be a class in there- wait! don't open the door-"

before izumi could stop him, tajima was at the door already. he was ready to run just in case tajima had opened the door to a class.

"ah! mihashi!"

izumi dubiously walked into the mostly empty room- empty except for mihashi. His back was towards them but he craned his neck to the side to peer at them. he was wobbling more than usual, though, as he tried to keep his pitcher's stance(is that the right term?) with one foot on a wooden block.

"t-tajima-kun... izumi-"(hahahaha, i can't remember if he calls him 'izumi-kun' or not annd if i go look for it now this'll never get done! so i conviently skipped over it, lols) mihashi stammered before completly loosing his footing on the block.

izumi annd tajima both reached for mihashi out of reflex. they managed to catch his arms before he fell to the ground but the ball annd block went somewhere out of sight.

izumi sighed as he helped mihashi to his feet, alone, since tajima had suddenly decided to run after the ball across the room. mihashi, though, was surprisingly lighter than he expected.

"th-thank-you..."

as soon as he was on his own standing mihashi jumped out of izumi's grasp, isolating himself a few feet away from izumi. he leaned against a desk behind him annd crossed his arms. so much for sleeping during the remainder of break.

"what were you doing, anyways?" he asked.

mihashi, as usual, jumped at the question. he began fidgeting with his glove annd sporadically(hahahaha, random word that may or may not fit!) glancing at izumi. he seemed to be saying something, but he was talking so low izumi could only catch Momoe-kun(sp?) annd something about pitching speed.

"oh, practicing your pitching stance to improve your speed?" tajima had managed to catch the ball annd was beside mihashi now.

izumi sighed, again. how was tajima able to figure out all of that?