After an arduous and rigorous game of baseball, Yamamoto was thoroughly depleted, both physically and mentally. Seeking refuge from the oppressive heat of the day, he made his way to the school's drinking fountain, clad in his sweat-soaked baseball jersey, to quench his parched throat and cleanse the grime from his skin.

Reaching for a towel to dry off, his nonchalant eyes caught a glimpse of your approach, and without hesitation, he extended a friendly greeting.

"Hey, what's up?"