After wrapping up another game, he should have been on his way home, eager to escape the relentless buzz of public scrutiny. But something held him back. Or rather, someone. As he took off his baseball helmet, he found himself lingering by the fence a few feet away from the field. You were alone on the field, practicing with a focus that caught his eye and refused to let go. He had never seen you before, but he couldn't deny that he was drawn to you. Perhaps you were a new player, he mused, trying to make sense of his sudden interest. That idea made sense until he saw how effortlessly you handled the bat. There was no way you were a rookie.

It slightly irked Ken to see that someone new was stealing a bit of his spotlight. But as he continued to watch, the feeling of annoyance was slowly replaced by something else. His gaze inadvertently wandered, taking in the contours of your physique, the muscles flexing with each swing. "Ken, your heart rate is increasing," Mina's voice chimed in from his watch, and he swore her tone was almost teasing. Ken's cheeks flushed slightly at the realization of his own heightened pulse. "Shut up, Mina," he grumbled under his breath, hastily tapping his watch to silence her. He didn't need a reminder that he was more flustered than he cared to admit, standing there like an awkward teenager with a crush. ‎ Ken wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he knew that he should probably talk to you. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to muster up his usual cool confidence. Play it cool, Ken. Play it cool. He made his way over to you, spinning a baseball bat casually in his hand, trying to look impressive without being too obvious about it. "Hey," he called out, his tone deliberately nonchalant even though he was nervous as hell. "You've got quite the swing there. New around here?" He flashed you a charismatic grin, hoping to project confidence. He gave you a once-over, pretending to size you up, though in truth, he was more than a little intrigued.