this boy is on fire } swingtovictory
Upon exiting the convenience store, he takes a swig of his coffee and lets out a sigh of satisfaction. The weather was nice this morning. Albeit a bit cold, it was still good nonetheless. He hadn't really expected to be out here this early, but he’s not complaining. Lately, he’s been waking up awfully late, so this was a nice change.
With one hand stuffed into the pocket of his sweater and the other holding his cup of coffee, he slowly began making his way back to the school. They were going to have to work really hard today for the upcoming match. While he did believe in the members, their current condition was just no good. With Furuya’s lack of stamina and Sawamura’s prob--
Wait a minute.
He froze in his tracks and sniffed the air. Once, twice. The faint smell of something burning. Heck, something was on fire. A troubled look settles onto his features and he looks around in alarm.
Lo and behold, he had spotted Yakushi’s crazy batter by the park. A brow is slightly raised in concern and amusement as he watched the other try to work a grill. Why the boy thought it was a good idea to have a barbecue by himself at seven in the morning, he had no idea, but the small flame on the back of his shirt sure caught Miyuki’s attention.
❝ Oi! I think your shirt is on fire! ❞