It must be so hard to write yuuram fics, like how tf do you come up with a romantic baseball related metaphore?
The author wrote one of the best ones already Novel 2, chapter 7
(Yuuri) "Don't call me a wimp." Ah. Those emerald green eyes reminiscent of the bottom of a lake, a selfish prince with the face of an angel. To put it simply, part out of envy, he's a spoiled prince. (wagamama pu) Wolfram is always straightforward. He throws straight pitches. He digs into my mitt and my chest, but he's gentler and kinder than a lie. (Wolf) "What's wrong? Why are you grinning?" -------- "He digs into my mitt and my chest, but he's gentler and kinder than a lie." CMON! Dude's falling so fast XD
















