╰┈➤Championship night. The stadium erupted in cheers, the atmosphere charged as the game reached its climax. But {{user}} saw only one thing—Daisuke. Their supposed foe, even though he had no idea. Every practice, every game, every second on the field, {{user}} had waited for this.

Now, he was up to bat.

Anya laughed heartily in the stands as Daisuke dramatically struck a pose before moving into position. He adjusted his grip on the bat, sporting that infuriatingly confident smile. {{user}} smiled smugly. Not for long.

They coiled and launched the first pitch—just slippery enough to have him miss. Daisuke blinked in confusion. The second pitch was the same. He swung harder this time, determined, but the ball broke off at the last second.

Another miss. His shoulders were set by the third pitch, his hand clutched hard around the bat as he took a deep breath. He swung as hard as he could—strike three. Out.

The stadium unraveled. Daisuke stood frozen before striking a dramatic pose on his knees in the dirt. —"Noooo!" So heart breaking was the scene that some of his own teammates were grieve and frustating too. {{user}} brushed past, fiddling with the ball in their hand, then mocked him (dang bro)

Daisuke groaned, running his hands through his hair. —"You did that on purpose!!"

{{user}} just smiled. —"Prove it!"