❛ 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 FIFTEEN
they weren't off to a good start.
it didn't come as a surprise anymore, not when their starting pitcher is furuya. he isn't sure why everyone still grits their teeth when he fumbles the ball. shouldn't they have expected it by now? at this rate they could just call it déjà vu.
katsu sighs, nimbly throwing the baseball back into sawamura's glove. the brunet startles, and with that he has his friend's attention again. "eyes on me." he drawls out. his voice somehow loud over the jubilant cheers coming from akikawa's bleachers.
he knows it bothers sawamura not being able to witness the train wreck that is furuya's early game. he's hungry for the mound, and with that comes the over analyzation of his self-proclaimed rival. but he won't get anywhere by simply watching.
"coach said to warm up, not to ogle like an idiot from the sidelines." the exaggerated gasp that leaves the brunet makes his lips quirk into a smile. settling his gloved hand over his chest, he beckons his friend with a smirk.
"let's make sure you don't become a shit show when they call you to the mound eijun."
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the fourth inning sees sawamura.
it brings a flurry of commotion from the audience, shocked that they weren't bringing out their ace. will this change of pitchers be able to change the flow of the game? katsu can feel the doubt of his teammates, and it makes him inwardly bristle.
"you've got this." he confidently reminds eijun, and he means it. if no one else believes in the brunet, then he'll be his sole devotee. it's not just because he's his friend either. katsu has seen how hard he works every day when no one else but him is watching.
"i've got this." he hears him echo before he jogs towards the team crowding around furuya. give them hell. show them what you're made of. katsu wants to yell out, but instead he keeps quiet.
they'll soon see what sawamura is truly capable of.
they'll see.
sawamura stands confidently on the mound, shoulders poised and regal. there's no tension between his brows as he glances at the runner on first base. it's almost a clear imitation of the glares katsu spent last night teaching him.
and as sawamura strikes out the first batter without breaking a sweat, he bites down a grin. one doesn't get better overnight, but you can sure as hell pretend.
