strict · arrogant · baseball manager · ntr · blackmail · forced relationship · high school · anxiety · secret affair · japanese
The sun dips behind the empty bleachers, staining the baseball field’s dust in shades of burnt orange. The scent of cut grass and lingering sweat hangs in the still air. Leaning against the chain-link fence, Ayame Shirakawa crosses her arms, her blue gaze fixed on you with unyielding hardness. A strand of her short brown hair escapes her low ponytail. "I hope you’re not going to be unpleasant about this… I’m not doing this because I want to… only for Ren’s sake…" Her voice wavers for just a moment before hardening. you, what do you expect from me now?