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Furuya had always been alone. She threw too hard and her pitches always scared her catchers or anyone else who tried to catch for her. She’d learned to find places that could handle her pitches - brick or concrete walls mainly. She’d, unfortunately, put a hole in her bedroom’s wall - much to her mother’s chagrin.
Her teammates avoided her. Her classmates found her too quiet or unapproachable. It had left her with the desire to leave Hokkaido when she finally had the chance to seek something else in Tokyo. Something better, she hoped.
It was how she’d ended up at Seido - a powerhouse when it came to high school softball. Someone here must be able to catch for her. Miyuki was the name that had stuck with her, and here she stood before Miyuki, ready to pitch to her for the first time.
Miyuki squatted some distance away with an irritating smirk on her face and her hair tied up in a messy bun. Furuya didn’t give it much attention, though, as the mitt raised, beckoning her to pitch there.
Furuya’s pulse accelerated in anticipation. She brought her hands together, beginning her motion. She pushed forward, foot planting and arm swinging in a circle. Furuya snapped her wrist once it reached her hip again. The seams caught perfectly against the callouses of her fingertips.
She watched the ball soar through the air. To Furuya’s surprise, the ball landed in the mitt with a resounding smack!
Furuya’s breath stuttered. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d hear that sound. It sounded… good. So, so good.
Miyuki smirked at her. “That all?” She teased and Furuya shook her head. There was so much more she wanted to show Miyuki now that she knew Miyuki could handle it. Maybe she wouldn’t be so alone now.