❛ ARE YOU SURE IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO SCOUT
A BOY WHO HAS ONLY EVER PLAYED ON A
SANDLOT, REI TAKASHIMA? ❜
❛ I'LL TAKE MY CHANCES. ❜
katsu higashi fell in love with baseball the minute the ball made...
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THE SANDLOT ! CHAPTER THIRTEEN
there's something nostalgic about summer nights.
perhaps its the particular scent in the air that brings fond memories of sneaking out at midnight even though his parents were aware of it. it certainly didn't ruin the experience of trampling out of open windows and hiding muffled giggles behind sweaty palms.
he's far from home, but katsu knows his friends are still pulling those benevolent stunts.
(the evidence comes in pictures and videos they send him during their late night rendezvous. when he can't sleep he watches them on repeat with a fond smile. ((and often wishes he was there with them.))
the towel holding his hair together unravels slowly, yet he's unaware of it as he scrolls through his messages. his mom texts him every day, sending gentle reminders to eat and sleep well and for goodness sakes answer my calls!. his dad's texts are more scattered, always checking up on him during odd times.
he's blessed to have such caring parents.
katsu starts typing a quick message to his mom when something freezing makes contact with his exposed nape. a loud yelp escapes his mouth as goosebumps make an appearance albeit the hundred degree weather. he quickly swivels around to mouth off the perpetrator but the words fall short when he makes eye contact with miyuki.
"can't sleep?"
the catcher nudges the cold drink in his grasp to his direction, and katsu hesitantly reaches out to grab it. "no, it's too early." he replies despite the fact that it's a lie and his brain is currently going haywire. their first match of the season is tomorrow, yet he's not playing but he's still so nervous. it makes it hard to sleep.
miyuki settles down on the empty space beside him, the small bench making it so their bare thighs are touching. heat simmers in his chest but he ignores it in favor of opening his water bottle. as he takes a drink he wonders if it's too late to thank him for it.
comfortable silence encompasses the two, and the night's ambience lulls him to tranquility. katsu takes the time to remove the damp towel from his head, freeing his bleached hair from its confinement. he brushes out the knots with slim fingers, oblivious of the catcher watching his every move with keen eyes.
"has your hair always been this long?" miyuki questions innocently and katsu hums, thinking back to the days his hair was short and cringes. "yeah, i like it better this way." it's embarrassing, but he thinks he looks better with shoulder length hair.
"huh." is all he says and katsu figures its the end of that conversation. the catcher throws his empty bottle into a nearby bin, making a move to stand up but halts. katsu is ignorant of it, turning his attention back on his screen when he feels it.
