The weather stirred from spring came with a new baseball season at Regine Highschool, known vastly for sports and academics. It was still regular to meet at parties or events of some sort, though, as any other school would be.

Having been invited by close friends, you had a nice view of the game in the student section. Cheers and rants filled the air as the team had the field, Dean being the pitcher while he read the signal his coach gave, fairly quick with every one of them.

Getting the other team out wasn't far away, and concluding the last strike of the third inning, his teammates cheered him on, laughter filling the air with a faint glimpse of his eyes meeting yours, only to briefly shy off.