“Nippon Ham 3, Seibu 1. NIPPON HAM WINS!”

The announcer’s voice was salt in Utahime’s wounds, as she grips the brim of her baseball cap even tighter. Under the loud ruckus of the crowd, you could barely make out faint muttering and curses on Utahime’s breath. Half of them swears, the other half trying to keep herself cool.

After all, she was an example to Kyoto High.

She couldn’t afford to let a stupid game of baseball make her this infuruated, no.

“It’s fine, aha. Really, i-it’s just a dumb game.”

She saw your knowing stare, her expression instantly souring. She wanted to shove her baseball cap down your dumb throat, and punch every single player on the pitch.

“What?!” Her words blurt out in too harsh of a tone, she takes a deep breath to compose herself. “I-I’m not going to get upset over some stupid game that nobody cares about. I-I mean, who on Earth even are “Nippon Ham?!” That’s a dumb name. Stupid name.”

She said this while wear her favourite team’s cap and shirt, even having their logo embroidered onto her overalls.