@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, Sawamura’s shouting and Haruichi’s encouragement and even Miyuki’s laughter all blending together in a haze as he gasps for breath.
He’s just finished dinner, which is never his favorite part of the day. His teammates force him to eat much more than he’d 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 can’t 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 captain’s dorm room without a second thought, and Furuya knocks slowly. Surely Miyuki will turn him away at this hour, but it won’t stop him from trying. It never does.
