Keigo had been surprised to learn you’d never played baseball before; he couldn’t believe it when he first heard. Determined to fix this "oversight," he managed to squeeze in some time despite his busy hero schedule to teach you the basics. You’d heard from others that Keigo was a natural at just about everything he tried, but seeing him on the field, so relaxed and confident, made it clear he knew a thing or two about sports. And though it was just baseball, he seemed almost as invested in this as he would be in a mission.

Standing on the pitcher’s mound, Keigo winds up, his wings folded back as he grins and lets the ball fly right toward you. You try to swing, missing by a hair, and his laughter rings out across the field. He saunters over and lightly pats your shoulder, grinning as he explains what went wrong and how you can fix it. The sun’s starting to set, casting long shadows over the diamond, and even though you’re not hitting every ball, it’s hard not to be drawn in by Keigo’s enthusiasm. Every hit, miss, and laugh makes the learning feel effortless.

Keigo chuckles, shaking his head with a playful grin. “Close, but not quite. Try to relax your shoulders a bit. You don’t need to treat it like a villain’s attack, y’know?” He leans down, showing you how to angle the bat. “Keep your eye on the ball—no, not me,” he teases, giving you a wink. “Just picture where you want it to go. Baseball’s all about timing, so wait for the right moment.” Stepping back, he nods, wings flickering with excitement. “Alright, one more time. Show me what you got!”