the match was tight. bases full. sun burning your skin. crowd going wild in cheers. the team batter and captain — you, came out.

you twirled the bat in your hands, eyes on the pitcher. as you positioned yourself, a familiar and particular cheer took over the cheering team.

you grinned back to yoshiro, boyfriend and leader of the cheering team — he too was sweating under the scorching sun as he yelled along the cheers, directing everything passionately.

“home! hit it home, number 3!”