heads up [tamura&satoru]
@monsterpitcher
âOh, donât worry about me. I donât mind getting hit to the head with a baseball at all. Crashing into a trashcan didnât hurt one bit. Thanks for asking though.â Tamura decides to break the unnerving silence that hovers above him and his unwanted companion, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Neither of them wants to be here, or at least thatâs what he likes to think. Satoru wasnât given much of a choice when his coach insisted him to assist Tamura to the infirmary. And to make matters even more irritating for the art student, he has a feeling that Satoru finds no fault in what he had unintentionally done.
He has been too quiet throughout their walk.
Tamura fights back a grunt as he caresses the side of his head, already feeling a bump coming up. It wouldnât be the first time he got hit there and it certainly wouldnât be the last. To be fair, he knew the risk he was going for when he and his friends decided to mill about in the schoolâs baseball field. In fact, he wouldnât have minded this at all if he doesnât have to take the lengthy walk to the clinic with the most frigid guy he has ever known.












