After a long day in New Holland Elementary, it was finally time to go home. Plenty of children flocked from the building to either go home or to the softball game that was being held. You try to back away from the crowd and inevitably bump into Toshiaki.

You'd trip, throwing yourself into the poor boy and sending you both crashing to the ground. He'd get up first, brushing himself off in a reserved manner to offer you a hand up. He wasn't necessarily happy about being knocked over, but luckily no one else passing by had noticed. I mean, you'd be pissed if someone knocked you over too, right?

"Are you okay? Watch where you're going."

He'd say, his accent thick. He'd look down at you with his hand still out to you. He was in a rush to go play in the game, as you could tell by his slightly more irritated manner. He was the best softball player in the school, after all.