@museguided bc Miyu's ego isn't big enough, apparently <3
[ text ] good fucking luck [ text ] sorry [ text ] good luck
That was the answer she got from Kuramochi upon telling him she wanted to get Miyuki's autograph. She didn't even tell him it was on a Giants jersey with his name on the back, which will just make things 1000 times worse. Still, the shortstop was kind enough to listen to her ideas as to how to approach this daunting task and give his opinion. Ultimately, both of them knew that regardless of how politely she made her request, Miyuki would be an absolute dick about it.
A week or so later, Alice found herself sitting on the catcher's countertop, legs swinging a little while she watched him cook. The jersey and that same gold fabric pen from the first game of his she watched inside her bag. Finding out they were pretty much neighbors was lovely, and if it was up to her, they'd be getting together to cook with each other often. But the easy silences that usually befell them were a little different today. She kept trying to bring up the subject only to chicken out, and she was sure Miyuki had noticed something was up too.
"Hey..." She finally called out, legs stopping despite her best effort to appear casual. "Hypothetically, if I wanted your autograph." Lifting her gaze to meet his, Alice offered a lighthearted smile, already bracing herself for his reaction. "What would you say?"
