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◆ ◇ @resiliiency
“ Just WHERE does he get off, huh – talking to his upperclassman like that?! NO RESPECT in these new first years, I see… Or perhaps it’s just him… Hmm… There really IS a bad apple in every year, huh? No one really says it, but in our year, it’s Furuya for sure… But that Okumura… Someone’ll have to teach him how to be more respectful – ”
And on the second year’s ramblings went as he paced within the walls of the indoor practice facility. There were only a few others there with him at the moment, doing their own forms of practicing
– swinging alone,toss and hits into a net –
so he was free to mutter to himself as he pleased.
But why had his encounter with Okumura that morning seemed so eerily familiar?
It felt like it had been so long since he’d walked these halls, traversed the dirt paths along this field and heard the familiar chatter and ruckus coming from the packed dorms. There were new first years now filling beds he and his classmates had once slept in. It’s strange, to be sure. But there’s a certain level of comfort to being back -- if just for a brief visit.
After his meeting with Coach and discussing everything from his decision not to quit to Chris’s struggle with deciding on an offer to accept from one of the many pro-teams interested in recruiting him, he headed back towards one of the indoor training areas to have a look inside at what was going on.
I thought that I might find you here...
❝ Hey... loser pitcher, ❞ he calls out as he strides in, hands dipping down into the pockets of his fitted jeans. ❝ Mind your form. ❞
