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norifumi kawakami | ace of diamond

[sidewind]

[pls be gentle it's my first time]

a. sports center
[the best thing to do to acclimate is to approximate normalcy, nori thinks. the fact that there are other people here from seidou is almost as jarring as the sudden change in location-- if you're gonna wake up somewhere that's not where you normally wake up, it'd be easier to deal with if everyone was strangers, right? instead of some people being the same, like this one bizarre slice of where he had been plopped in the middle of where he was.

but, at least there's a sports center, something more familiar no matter where his actual geographical location is (and he's trying not to think about that, it makes him feel fuzzy and disconnected), so he spends some time pitching into a net, and ends up staring into it, absently turning a ball over in his hand, feeling the seam against his fingers, losing track of time.]

b. wildcard!
[uhhh yes what it says on the tin! I'm very much still feeling my way around, so come at me with whatever!

a!

[basesteal]

[Youichi is at the sports center because all sports animes all go to the sports center for his own practice as well. He knows he always needs work with his batting, so he has a bat resting on his shoulder as he walks past where Nori is practicing. Or was, maybe, seeing how he looked like he was spacing out.

Youichi decides he should disturb Nori's quiet time by approaching the sidearm pitcher.]

Yo, Nori!

Re: a!

[sidewind]

[he jerks slightly, startled out of his silence and somewhat surprised to see kuramochi here-- he really shouldn't be, he guesses, but he keeps being surprised to see familiar faces and hear familiar voices, even if he already knows they're here. but maybe he's just extra jumpy right now.]

Ah-- Kuramochi, what are you doing he--

[he cuts himself off, eyes falling on the bat resting against the boy's shoulder. duh, nori. don't be dumb, this might as well just be business as usual.]

Batting practice, right.

[basesteal]

[and Youichi gives his usual laugh in response as he looks over at the pitching net.] Yeah, that was my plan. You're doing pitching practice, huh?

[It wasn't exactly question, since it looked obvious enough. He proceeds to ask more questions.]

So when'd you get here?

[sidewind]

[the laugh sets him a little more at ease-- maybe familiar things could start actually being comforting instead of confusing?]

Not long ago, I, um, I've been trying to learn my way around but I just kind of gravitated here. [he huffs a little laugh through his nose.]

I guess it makes sense.

[basesteal]

[to think that his annoying laugh would cause such effect... don't let him know about that nori]

We all like baseball, of course it'd make sense for us to end up here. Hyaha!

...Just gotta make sure some of the first years go home to rest up though, I have a feeling someone like Sawamura'll literally try to stay over in this place.

[sidewind]

Yeah, that does sound like him, he really doesn't know when to quit. [his smile is a little more genuine now!]

Practice areas do kind of feel like home, though.

A.

[fastballs4lyfe]

AH! YOU'RE HERE TOO!!!

[ Eijun loudly announces the moment he sees Nori. Complete with pointing. So who's left pitching at Seidou now?! ]

[sidewind]

[at that, nori actually jumps a little in surprise, but he sure does know that voice, so it's definitely nothing unusual, and despite most "normal" things kind of giving him the willies here, this somehow sets him at ease, and he gives a world-weary sigh.]

Stop pointing, Sawamura, it can't be that exciting.

[fastballs4lyfe]

NORI-SENPAI. YOU LEFT OUR TEAM?!!

[ ignores whatever you just said. HOW CAN YOU LEAVE SEIDOU. WHO'S PITCHING THERE NOW?! ]

[sidewind]

[SAWAMURA PLEASE. he's slightly taken aback by the accusation, though.]

Wh- not on purpose--??

[fastballs4lyfe]

WITHOUT THE THREE OF US WHO'S GONNA PITCH BACK HOME?!

[ Oh he didn't mean it seriously! ....If he sounded serious.... though... ]

[sidewind]

[nori is very little if not embarrassingly literal at times!]

There's-- there's like a hundred people in the club, I'm sure it won't be a problem...

grabbypaws; b

[staminaroll]

[Furuya's hardly an expert at life in Holly Heights yet, but one thing he absolutely does have down to a science is the grocery store, mostly because it's walk in, acquire food, and walk back out. Free access to food is a dangerous thing for a teenage boy with too much time on his hands but at least it's a long enough walk to mitigate some of the damage. Besides, it's not always bad. Today's take is going to be a bag of oranges eventually. Furuya's found one that's just the right size to practice grips on, though, and so he's standing at the produce display just turning it over in his hand. Curveball. Splitter. Two seam.

He even goes as far as to lift his arm and, finally, his head, but he's not actually going to throw the orange. At least, not once he realizes Nori-senpai is that close. (There's definitely a little hitch in his arm, though. Almost.)]

Nori-senpai?

wibbles at

[sidewind]

[nori lifts his head, a little surprised at hearing his name, but any surprise is greatly diminished when he sees what is, without a doubt, furuya about to pitch an orange. indeed, any questions about where he is and how they're both here are now solidly on the back burner, because ????

furuya, please.]

...were you going to throw that?

wibbles at

[staminaroll]

No.

[Somebody's a terrible liar, and lying to a senior, too. Furuya busies himself with getting a bag for his totally not hardball-sized orange and a couple of others, because who buys just one orange? Or takes, anyway, the buying is a non-issue.]

When did you get here, senpai?

Re: wibbles at

[sidewind]

[uh huh. sure. nori folds his arms, not so much bothered as still just confused as to what could possibly be gained from pitching an orange, let alone while still in the poor orange's place of origin.

but he's being asked a question, so he can table his confusion for now.]

Really recently... um, I feel like I'm having trouble keeping track of time, though.

[staminaroll]

[Miyuki-senpai's put him on limited pitching until the weather cools down, but maybe that only applies to actual hardballs. At least, that is Furuya's line of thinking. Also, he wasn't expecting to get caught by someone from Seido.

Nori-senpai's answer makes him tilt his head, though.]

There's a calendar in your phone.

[sidewind]

Oh--

[heat blooms in his cheeks, quick as always-- such an obvious solution and it hadn't even occurred to him.]

I... hadn't thought of that. [he does try a small smile, though, a little embarrassed.] Thanks for the tip?

gently screams hello ; a

[pickoffs]

[ Kazuya's actually on his way back from weight lifting when he passes the open space where, more often than not, one of the pitchers is having quality time with the net. Usually he sneaks by because it's Sawamura, or Furuya, but today he steps inside, shifts his bag over his shoulder, and speaks up. ]

Nori? Something up? [ He cracks a smile, eyebrows raised. ]

wiggles gently HI

[sidewind]

[he startles a little, jerking out of whatever headspace he'd been lost in, and there's miyuki, smiling, which... really isn't an indicator of whether or not he's going to be nice-- but nori's luck with him is generally pretty good, since he doesn't need to be wrangled or given harsh reality checks like certain first-years.]

Oh-- no, I just... got a little distracted.

[pickoffs]

[ Nori getting caught up in his own head isn't exactly out of the ordinary, but usually it doesn't happen when they're god-knows-where and there's no expectations from Coach to focus on, for either of them. He eyes Nori for a few seconds longer, wondering what to say. It hadn't been like this with Furuya or Sawamura. ]

Don't get too distracted, Sawamura'll manage to sneak up on you. [ Said with the dry humor of experience. He shifts to rustle one-handed through his bag and peels out his glove. Pitchers like pitching - and the back-and-forth of pitching practice has a familiar rhythm for Kazuya, too. ] The net'll be there, pitch to me instead? [ It's not a usual question, to be sure, but this isn't the usual place. ]

[sidewind]

[pitchers do like pitching, and the idea of pitching to miyuki instead of into this net (which always feels sort of fruitless when he's not actively working on technique) is certainly enticing-- and yet he's slightly surprised by the offer. but then, who knows? miyuki has always been slightly gentler with him.]

Really? [dumb question, but it falls out of his mouth before he can think about it, and he grips the hardball he's holding a little more tightly.] --um. I mean, sure.

[pickoffs]

[ Well, he deserved that one. That's not exactly news, though, and he let it roll off with the ease of practice. ] Yes, really.

[ He pauses in the middle of setting his bag down, looking up from hunched over a little. He can't help but poke a little. ] Unless you'd rather stare at the net some more? [ (Really, he's been doing this for eight months, and he still has no clue how the captain thing is really supposed to work. Thankfully, the catcher thing is a lot easier.) He crosses to find extra space, his bag left behind, and settles into a crouch. ]

[sidewind]

[nori smiles a little, bolstered by this familiar brand of teasing-- it feels less awkward than people being overly gentle or kind when they try to reassure him, like they think he's going to shatter if someone so much as breathes on him. this is better. he considers giving a spoken response, but he just shakes his head, clearing his mind, and sets up to deliver a pitch, a good low one that would probably have been a satisfying strike, definitely better than the pitches he'd been throwing into the net.]

Guess there's nothing like the real thing. [a small joke!]