he hates how clean the walls are here - so blindingly white and sterile. there´s nothing to look at except for the mind numbing medical posters telling you, that you´ve been sleeping in the wrong position your entire life. shunpei shifts, cheap plastic squeaking under his full weight and he can´t help but think how he´d rather be sitting in the dirt of the diamond field, smelling sweat and leather instead of clean air and antiseptics. he skipped his appointment twice already though and he´s really not in the mood to listen to both coach and his mothers tirades again. damn it.
with a sigh, shunpei runs his hand over his face - rubbing the bridge of his nose wondering when the course is finally going to start so that he can leave again when he sees a familiar face. ❛ ah ❜ it takes a moment for shunpei to place it - but it is him, isn´t it ? sharp laughter rings in his memory he remembers the challenging glare from across the field after he gave up a double play. it´s things like that that tend to stick in his mind, rather than names. seeing someone like him here, out of all places - shunpei frowns. ❛ you´re from seidou ? ❜ // @somniatcr ♡´d
