#mused.

[hellohooligan]

mm

[outrvn]

▌┊▐ ╳¦ there’s a sharp intake of breath as YOUICHI’S muscles contract and his body tenses, but there's a fluidity to his movement. he’s CONDITIONED  for this kind of thing. arms swing and hook around within the bat of an eye, and his stance that was sturdy beforehand has now shifted; the scuffing of his sandals on the gravelled ground adapts legs to his upper body movement as his feet cock outward. there's sweat gathering atop his skin; droplets slipping from nook and cranny, and layers of sweat - old and new, visible along the neckline and armpits of his shirt. the definition of muscle is obvious as the thin fabric sticks to his skin. lips purse and brows furrow - his eyes narrow and he's looking outward - far out. he's looking along the empty field, pinpointing the destination of the ghost pitch that he's just sent flying with one swift swing of the bat. the exhale finally comes, and the tableaux he upholds melts as the bat comes down, and for a second he’s sure he feels WEIGHTLESS. inhale. exhale. gaze flickers upward to see graying sky. this isn’t the first time he’s gazed up tonight, but was always faced with a different sight. from sunset, to dusk, and now the charcoal sweeping the sky. he spares a thought - looks like there’s rain coming - but there’s no alarm or panic. ten more, youichi. ten more. he’s had time to catch his breath; his neck cracks as head tilts from side to side. his free arm flexes, before the bat rises upward and tucks into place at the nape of his neck. repetition. more. not enough yet. get better. be better. STRIVE.