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"STRIKE TWO!" SATORU'S CALLS Out after Yuji catches the ball, which was thrown into his direction by Maki. Megumi has not managed to hit it with his baseball bat, and has now one chance left.
"Strike three, batter out!"
Nekura sighs. In the meantime, she sits on a bench and reads a newspaper. She sometimes glances through her black sunglasses over to Satoru and his students as they eagerly play. Crossing her legs, she smiles slightly and feels glad that she does not have to participate in this game as it is too hot today. A parasol protects her from the blazing sun, which weakens her strength a little. A bit sweat is on her forehead and she feels like her short summer outfit is no use, as she's still feeling very hot.
"Hey," a casual and smooth voice calls out to her, causing her to look up from the newspaper. The white haired man slowly approaches her, his hands in the pockets of his black trousers. "Why aren't you playing?" Some of his white strands stick on his slightly sweaty forehead and nape, and his light blue shirt sticks on his muscular torso. His defined muscles are slightly visible below the thin fabric.
"Oh, I'm not a baseball fan." she utters calmly before looking down at the newspaper again. However, this persistent man doesn't give up and pulls the newspaper from her hands.
"You're watching us the whole time." he says, "I bet you wanna try it."
The woman crosses her arms in front of her chest and narrows her brows at him. "It's too hot. Maybe some other time, 'kay?" she murmurs and tries to reach for the newspaper but he holds it up.
She stands up on her feet, getting on her tiptoes and stretching her arm all the way up to grab the newspaper. However, he is still tall enough so that it's unreachable for her. She unconsciously comes very close to him, her eyes focused on the newspaper. But when suddenly his free hand slides around her waist, she can't help but blush slightly, looking down at his masculine and strong hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asks annoyedly, glaring up into his crystal blue eyes which are halfway covered by black sunglasses as well.
The man chuckles amusedly, his hot breath brushing her skin. She still seems so unfazed beside her slight blush, which amuses him even more. "Oh I wonder what it would be like to break that cold facade of yours." he says with a low voice, almost sounding flirty at this point.
She wides her eyes slightly as her heart flutters. What the hell? she thinks to herself, wondering why all of a sudden she feels so flustered. She has never felt this way. Of course she has seduced many humans to drink their blood, however, they were only food to her. But Satoru? Satoru seems to be something special.
She pushes him away gently before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Fine, I'll play one round." she utters, rolling her eyes.
The man cheers happily, clutching his hands together in a childish manner while she puts on a cap. Her brown hair is tied into a ponytail, however, her nape is still sweating because of the heat.
"Nekura is joining us for a round!" the white haired calls out to the others, who cheer at her presence on the field.
She takes a baseball bat and walks casually to Yuji, who's still kneeling down on the ground. He smiles at her while she just rolls her eyes at all the cheering from the others. Chuckling, he muses her, feeling that she actually enjoys the company from everyone but just doesn't show it.
As she gets ready she takes a deep breath, feeling Satoru's teasing gaze lingering on her. She sighs frustratedly and concentrates on Maki who throws the ball with much force. Smoothly the brown haired female hits the ball, causing it to fly far away from the field. She lets the baseball bat fall to the ground and runs around with fast pace, determined to get a homerun.
"Go, go, go!" some of the teens cheer and in a matter of seconds the female arrives at the home plate, jumping high as she makes the point. Some of them claps while some others just look at her in awe.
"Hey, she used her powers! No one is this fast!" a blonde girl on a broom squealed angrily, raising her fist into the air.
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"Phew, I'm beat!" Nobara breathes before sipping her soda, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a white towel.
The three teens are sitting on a table with their strong teacher and the sun shines down on them. Satoru leans back casually on his seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Nothing beats a good baseball match." the teacher utters softly with a smile, receiving an agreeing smile from his pink haired student, who sips his soda. A towel is on his shoulders, sweat dropping down from his temple and forehead.
Megumi taps absentmindedly on his phone, seeming unbothered by the heat. However, even he finds it very hot today, the sun causing him to sweat as well. The black hair of his feel warm.
"I hate summer."
The growling of Nekura rings in their ears and they look up to her as she approaches the table, sitting down next to Satoru. She wipes the sweat from her forehead with a towel, her skin pale. Strains of animal blood are still on her red lips, indicating that she had a meal after this exhausting match for her. She yawns, stretching her arms above her head, her shoulders making a satisfying crack noise.
"Why? Summer is great. I'm looking forward to seeing you in a bath suit." Satoru teases, his students looking at him in disbelief for his shameless behavior.
The female slams her fist on his head in annoyance, causing him to wince in pain. The teens laugh at her relatable reaction.
"Ow, was that necessary?" the teacher asks with a mock disappointment, holding his head as he fakes his pain.
She runs a hand through her sweaty dark brown hair before glaring at him, her hazel eyes piercing through their black sunglasses. "Yes." she murmurs curtly.
The man just grins in response, noticing the strains of blood on her lips. He puts his hand on her chin and puts his thumb on her lips, wiping the blood away. "Gotcha." he breathes with a cheesy smile on his glossy lips while the female wides her eyes and narrows her brows. She can't help but blush a bit, feeling lost in the moment.
However, in the next moment she slams his hand away and shifts on her seat to get more space.
"Do you always have to be like this?"
"You mean like Satoru Gojo? Yeah, obviously. Because I'm him."
