(i love the random ahh super detailed requests gracias)

The sun blazed overhead, casting long shadows over the baseball field as you struggled to keep up with the intense practice. Your uniform clung to you uncomfortably, a mix of sweat and dirt making it clear you weren’t quite used to this level of training yet.

“Hey, don’t push yourself too hard!”

A familiar, confident voice called out, and when you turned, Ann Takamaki was jogging toward you, bat resting on her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. Despite her reputation as one of the most popular students in school, she wasn’t the type to just coast on talent. Ann worked hard—harder than anyone else on the team. And now, for some reason, she’d taken an interest in making sure you got up to speed.

“You’ve got real potential,” she said, stopping in front of you and tossing a baseball up and down in her hand. “Your stance just needs a little work. Mind if I show you?”

You nodded, a little intimidated but eager to learn. Ann was the star player, after all.

She stepped behind you, adjusting your grip on the bat with a light touch. “Here—keep your hands a little closer together. And don’t be so stiff, relax your shoulders,” she instructed, her voice both encouraging and teasing. “If you keep tensing up like that, you’ll swing like a rusty door hinge.”

You huffed but followed her advice, and when she pulled back, you took a deep breath and went for a swing. The bat connected with a satisfying crack, sending the ball soaring farther than any of your previous hits.

Ann whistled. “See? Told ya you had it in you, rookie!” She nudged your arm playfully, grinning. “Now you just gotta do that consistently. Can you do that?”