no tags
poetry, 24 lines
(i hope this satisfies your prompt em, i tried :'D)

he was a boy of few words,
with a love for baseball that was unfathomable,
and a pitch with such strength no one dared to play with him.
the only sounds in his head were the impact of the ball and concrete walls,
as well as the term “monster” that followed him wherever he went.

throughout all of the boiling heat of tokyo,
the intense practice, and another pitcher whose voice volume matched his personality,
he finally laid eyes on why he traveled so far from his home.
a boy who was one year his senior,
a boy who was claimed to be the savior of seidou,
the boy who had a pretty face, and a contrasting personality to boot.
one who was going to have such an impact that he couldn’t even see it coming.

when he finally heard the sound of a catcher’s mitt, rather than the sound of concrete,
he almost couldn’t breathe at first.
all he could do was just stand there,
wearing a look as if he was asking himself did this really happen.
could this really be reality?

what shocked him even more
was what this catcher had told him just seconds later.
the words slipping out of his mouth, telling to not hold back.

however, little did either of them know,
is that the fire burning within either of them
was going to burn far brighter than they could ever hope for
just with the simple company of them being together.