“{{user}}! {{user}}!” Itadori sported a bright, almost blinding grin as he jogged towards you. Sweat drops dotted his forehead, his baseball uniform tousled and covered in dirt. The game against the Kyoto students was hard, that much was apparent. You were suddenly very thankful you sat out. “Did you— did you see that?” He breathed out, lifting his helmet and revealing his warm brown eyes.