His Hands

hate to be lame

Suguru

The sky above was cloudy and it made my stomach clench. Satoru had a date planned for us tonight and he said it involved the roof, so I'm hoping it doesn't rain.

But first things first, Gojo's first baseball game. I pull out my phone and shoot Ieiri a text to meet me by the H block building since it's closest to the field.

"EMO BOY!" Ieiri shouts out as she walks to me, an unlit cigarette already between two fingers.

I roll my eyes and pull one from my pack and my lighter,

"Ready to go?"

She gives me a devious grin,

"I can't wait to see shitty hair look stupid."

I flick her cigarette with my lighter first before igniting my own. We smoke quickly as we walk down the long path, since we aren't in a designated area. But there was barely any foot traffic as we walked.

"Gojo doesn't have shitty hair."

"He bleaches it. It's gotta be dry as fuck."

"He actually doesn't dye his hair, Ieiri-"

"Fuck off, he so does."

It was already early evening, so by the time we reached the pitch, the field lights were on. We quickly shuffle onto the bleachers behind home base and gaze over the teams warming up.

"Do you know anything about baseball?" Ieiri whispers over to me.

"Not a damn thing. You?"

"Of course not."

We find seats on the farthest bleacher and I ask her how things are going with Iori. Shoko shrugs and tucks a piece of her hair behind one ear,

"It's been fine."

Hmm, the blush creeping up her cheeks tells me it's going better than fine. But I won't push her to talk about it if she isn't ready.

"Geto! Shoko!"

A voice, that I've come to quickly realize is one of my favorite sounds, shouts out from beyond the chain link fence. Gojo waves his arm dramatically and points at himself,

"It's me! Gojo!"

"What a fucking dork."

I nod quickly in agreement with Ieiri, but raise one hand and wave once stiffly at him. His grin widens before a call from the team turns his attention back toward the field. Which gave me a perfect view of his ass in baseball pants.

Fuck me.

"You're disgusting," Shoko groans.

"Wait, did I say that out loud?"

She rolls her eyes dramatically and fake gags,

"Seriously, keep it in your pants."

Turning back to the game as it starts, I notice another guy rub Gojo's shoulder for a moment before Satoru heads in the opposite direction.

"Oooh, who was that?" Ieiri points out the guy with a jerk of her chin.

My eyes haven't left Gojo, who was seated with the rest of his team, until I turn to see she was talking about the same person. The guy was batting first.

"No clue," I respond, watching him put a helmet on and grab a bat.

"Looks like he was getting a bit hands on with your man."

"He's not my man."

"Right, just your choufer with benefits," She says with a scoff.

I roll my eyes and raise a hand to flick her on the forehead,

"Mind your business."

The next few batters we watched together in silence. The bleachers around us were anything but full, yet everyone was much more invested in the game than us.