It was another ceremonial first pitch.
Miyuki couldn't really understand the point of it. He just wanted it to be over quickly so the game could start.
He crouched into position and casually adjusted his glove, ready to stand and catch the ball at any moment.
After all, the last celebrity had thrown the ball about ten strike zones away from the strike zone.
But then a fastball with real power flew straight into his glove.
"Nice ball."
He heard himself say it without thinking.
[Reader's Note]
1. My own take on the characters.
2. Set after they reach adulthood, with many personal headcanons.
Theme: A dream I had in my youth
