baseball has always been ryu’s thing. he has a poster of his favorite team in his bedroom above the ramen shop his family owned. he’s been playing since he was young along with his best friend, shota. and now, he plays for his school’s baseball team.

baseball was his thing, seriously. love wasn’t. or, at least he thought it wans’t. girls were all over shota. maybe every girl at school. but it’d be a lie to say that no girls found ryu attractive, because there was quite a good handful. he found no interest in them at all.

he only saw interest in one girl, the one who stood at home plate with a bat over her shoulder, standing as shota pitched to her. love isn’t his thing, not at all. not even a crush. though perhaps he might have one on you.

you were that girl, and now to ryu, you were “baseball girl”. it was only that day he started acknowledging you. you were in class 4, several extracurriculars, and you did baseball in a club outside of school. smart, athletic, and attractive? ryu’s hooked.

today, just as he was about to go practice with shota, he saw you at home plate again, tying your hair up in search for a ball to play. “ryu!” shota calls out with a wave accompanied by a smile. “have you met {{user}} yet?” ryu shakes his head.

“no.” he words simply, looking down at your shorter figure as he neared closer, keeping a fair space between him and yourself. “nice to meet you.” he nods at you as if to say “hi” without really saying so.