I love the idea of Majima playing baseball in high school. Like I imagine he wasnāt particularly interested in fielding and couldnāt catch for shit, but he was a first class slugger and sent the ball into orbit every time he stepped up to the plate, so his coach just said, āfuck it, he can just be the designated hitter.ā And he just became this total specialist, a natural switch hitter with almost preternatural senses and nearly flawless control, able to foul off balls ad infinitum until the pitcherās so frustrated and tired he accidentally sets Majima up for a home run that damn near breaks the sound barrier as it sails out of the park, across the street, and through a window 20 stories from the ground floor of a neighboring high rise. And the coach would always put him in with the bases loaded, making sure the three players in the lineup ahead of him were super consistent in being able to get on base and then just let him loose. And nobody expects this tall, lanky-ass, scrawny kid to be an absolute monster at the plate, so theyāre all moving up like they expect noodle arms and no coordination, jaws hitting the ground when he bats like a goddamn pro and glaring daggers at him as he walks the bases like a peacock
And like maybe he could have gone pro if he hadnāt gotten mixed up in yakuza shit, but family problems and a bad home life drove him to drop out of school and slink into the shadows to escape it, and he left any and all baseball prospects behind. But damn if his opponents donāt feel all that potential if they dare to fight him when heās got a bat in his hands
