@ofmiracles
Finally, the weather has begun to cool down from the brutal heat of summer. Furuya hates the heat, hates the feeling of his chest tightening whenever he runs laps under the beating rays of the sun. It makes him more unfocused than usual. Practice becomes a blur, Sawamuraโs shouting and Haruichiโs encouragement and even Miyukiโs laughter all blending together in a haze as he gasps for breath.
Heโs just finished dinner, which is never his favorite part of the day. His teammates force him to eat much more than heโd like to keep his stamina up, and he always comes out of the cafeteria feeling a bit queasy. Furuya knows he should sleep, but ironically this is the one time he canโt bring himself to do so. With the cool evening breeze fluttering around him, his body is restless. He wants to pitch.
Sluggish legs carry him to their captainโs dorm room without a second thought, and Furuya knocks slowly. Surely Miyuki will turn him away at this hour, but it wonโt stop him from trying. It never does.
