#satoushu

a hand on his face, a sigh. defeated. "can we move on from this?" asking too much, perhaps? who knows at this point. "pretty sure my point was clear". no need to point out the obvious.

       Shampoo could feel a menacing aura nearby, as she walked through the city’s streets, wandering on her own. Being a martial artist herself encountering many adversities throughout her journey, she could quickly assume this was from someone as powerful as preivious encounters with other adversaries, thus immediately assuming a defensive stance, crimsons switching from a corner to another in search of the owner of such energy. 

Athough, the moment she climbed atop a wall to grant a more ample view, she was slightly desolated for only finding that the source of such ambience was a teenager clothed in baseball wear turning towards whatever/whoever she would assume was a mixed source of anger and/ or willpower. Then, she read a plaquet with the name of an educational establishment...

      Seidou High School.....?

How much had she really walked this evening...? She basically ended up in the other side of the town...’! 

Well, it still proved interesting...

Leaping to another higher fence, a streak mischief took her on cue to nose into the teens practicing in the field. She had nothing better to do at the time, and this character possessing such aura picked her curiousity. Strong, prideful individuals were what runned in her chinese tribe’s veins, and meeting others with the same qualities was something they would support. 

Crouching comfortably, (as comfortable as it was logically possible, because she was after all standing on the line of a fence!!) she called out to the boy who was carrying the earlier menacing aura. She was not much invested in sports other than her own, but as far as she could tell he seemed the one who people would call the pitcher right? 

            “  Hey, you’re the boy with strong aura i felt early, right...? “

//I'm laughing at 'not his father animal' omg

Somehow the upperclassman’s words send a shiver up his spine. Is this for the advice he received regarding Miyuki? But… how will Furuya ever repay him? Absurdly, the thought of some sort of indentured servitude pops into his mind, which he immediately, aggressively tries to shake off. Ryousuke wouldn’t do that… would he?

“U-um – can I, um – get you a drink or something – senpai?”

     Sometimes it was hard to meet those expectations others had in his alleged personality. Of course, it was his own fault that people were naturally cautious in his presence, often even figuring that he’d do the worst just to tease them. Well, maybe he did like to tease his teammates but Furuya seemed slightly terrified by him - which definitely hadn’t been his real intention.

           HE’S SHOCKED── ALMOST RENDERED SPEECHLESS, gawking after the his rival──  who just ran away with HIS tire. reality crashed over the southpaw as gold grew wide in realization. it wasn’t long before he was SPRINTING after furuya, determined to catch up &&. retrieve his tire.