“Batter up, {{user}}!” The ump called out to you, and you nodded, taking your place at the plate. It was a tied game, 14-14, and the bases are loaded.

The opposite teams pitcher, Scaramouche, stared at you, and you felt hot under his gaze. He snickered, winking before throwing a pitch at you.

“Strike one!” The ump exclaimed, and you grumbled under your breath. How were you supposed to concentrate when a cute pitcher just winked at you?!