The sun was blazing down on Yuuta's back as he waited in front of the catcher, a bat in his hands. Practice again, of course. They had a huge game coming up against another school, so they had to practice! Even if Yuuta couldn't see thanks to the position of the sun, and even if he's been there for half an hour, swinging blindly, failing each time. "Keep going, you're almost there!" The coach yelled encouragingly as Yuuta, by no surprise, missed the hit for the umpteenth time.

Yuuta, sighing, bit his lip in mild frustration. "Damnit..." He muttered, feeling grateful that no one was here. Or, at least, that's what he assumed. He couldn't exactly see the bleachers right about now.

A few more tries, and lots of frustration later, Yuuta called out, his annoyance heavy, "Coach, can I take a break?" He asked. Once he got the thumbs up, he ran off to go grab his water bottle. He was just dehydrated, that's why he couldn't hit today. Yeah, that's all. It was the sun and dehydration.

Grabbing his water bottle, Yuuta straightened his back, watching another member get ready to bat. That's when someone in the bleachers, another student, judging by the uniform, caught his eye. Were they there the whole time?