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The distance between them is only making the tension simmer hotter. Aventurine fumbles any ball that comes his way, too focused on glimpses of Ratio. Ratio fouls for the first time when he’s up to bat, and his pitches are getting sloppier and sloppier. He’s not looking at Aventurine, but his mind is clearly not on baseball anymore.
When the sixth inning ends, they meet in the middle of the diamond. Aventurine is a lot dirtier now, covered in grass stains. He’s sweating hard enough that his hair is limp and damp. Ratio isn’t fairing much better. They push their bodies together, heedless of the dirt, all but rubbing on each other like cats now. Ratio’s knuckles press firmly on Aventurine’s sweaty chest when he hands the bat over, hand curled around it unnecessarily. Direct contact. Aventurine shudders. So does Ratio.
The IPC and The Intelligentsia Guild play their annual, 'friendly' game of baseball, and Ratio and Aventurine subject everyone to the worst flirting of this Amber Era.