killrball:
❝ yeah , maybe - - - ”
ball grasp tight around his palm , taking a long glance toward it -—-—- facade reminiscence of memories which trails back from THAT day , the day which tremendous glory was bound to set it eyes upon class END . the day that they WON against kunugigaoka ‘s baseball team .
❝ -—-—-—- do you think i can pull it off ?? ”
reflections snapped at his own words , gaze later fixated toward his classmate ; all set to hit his long awaited throw . white motif ball held beneath both arms , propelling back his shoulder - - - collecting enough momentum to shoot , before - - NYOOMS !!
“ ...I don’t know shit about baseball. beanhead.”
⎾🔪⏌ As long Terasaka prepared to be able to hit the ball, he couldn’t accompany it with his eyes of how fast it was. Murmuring angrily to himself as he had to walk to pick it up. As he went back, he walked to the boy, giving the bat to him.
“ .....Well, I’m sure if you don’t give up in the middle you will somewhat pull it off any day though. Isn’t what we’re learning here with the Octopus? ”
⎾🔪⏌ He looked away, emotional support isn’t his best quality, it was kinda embarrassing.
“ If we kill him.. everything else should be easy to get. Got it? Now it’s my turn to throw grasp the ball tight. ”
