help me. you read just ONE homo sport manga and you relinquish all willpower thereafter.
Typically nothing could revoke Eijun's attention when he stood on that mound. He was all energy and excitement and shit. Eijun's fingers let go too soon, the ball was slipping, it was too high, too slow, and it smacked the dust a meter from the batter's box. Somewhere he could hear Maezono slaughtering him verbally but it was vague and distorted as he stared at the fence.
Typically Miyuki would change after a particularly sweaty session in the gym with the first string but he had forgotten his change of clothes today. Eijun wasn't complaining about having a sweaty Miyuki walking passed with his shirt over his shoulder but Maezono may have had a few choice words about it if he'd stopped yelling long enough to notice why their pitcher had screwed up so royally.
Commotion being particularly amusing, the shouting and uncontrollable laughter from the field drew Miyuki's attention in time to see Eijun's casually dazed admiration of an athlete's physique. He then noticed where the ball had landed. Grinning like a maniac, he looked away from the field and with some ninja-like subtlety pushed his sweat pants just a bit lower than usual.
He really couldn't wait for Eijun to graduate to the first string. He really had no doubt that he would make it, and from there life would become a little more interesting.