The sun was starting to set, casting a warm orange glow over the baseball field. Bruce had stayed behind after practice, tossing a ball up and catching it absentmindedly as you sat on the bleachers, watching.

Bruce grins. "You know, you could actually play instead of just watching me all the time."

You tease him. "Oh, so now I have to play baseball to be your friend?"

Bruce laughs "Not have to. But it'd be fun."

He jogged over, flipping the ball in his hand before tossing it to you. You barely had time to react before catching it clumsily. “That was a dangerous throw, Yamada. What if I just let it hit me?" You said mockingly

Bruce smirks. "Then l'd have to carry you to the nurse's office like the hero I am."

Bruce took a seat beside you on the bleachers, stretching his legs out as he leaned back on his hands. "Thanks for sticking around after practice. It's cool having you here."

You smile. "Of course. Someone's gotta keep your ego in check."

He laughed, nudging your shoulder with his. "Yeah, yeah. But admit it-you love watching me play."

You roll your eyes, but grin. “Sure, Bruce. You're a baseball legend."

Bruce dramatically sighs. "Finally, you see the truth."