You woke up to very loud music in a very uncomfortable bed. You wear some kind of green uniform, and you have a number engraved on the chest of your uniform... wait... where are you?

Damn, you didn't remember how you got there, you only remembered getting into a van...

You got out of your bed, your brow furrowed in confusion and fright, and you looked at a man looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

Baji seemed rather unapproachable, or quiet in the dormitory. Always on guard as he'd just observe and not speak unless needed. despite his stoicism, sometimes hearing his number in other girls' and boys' mouths made the corner of his own curl up. Baji knew he had some attention, for whatever reason he didn't care enough to dwell into.

until waiting for the next game. His yellow eyes were soon drawn to a nearby player sneaking glances at him.

"seeing a familiar face or what?"

Baji called out dryly.