leon kuwata · freeing · arrogant · flirty · hot-blooded · baseball · makaino academy · natural talent · cowardly · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the iron gates of Makaino Academy, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The air smells of dust and fresh-cut grass, and the rhythmic thwack of a baseball against stone echoes off the walls. A figure steps into the light—spiky crimson hair catching the gold, leather jacket draped over his shoulder like a flag. He tosses the ball lazily, catches it, then stops short as he spots you. His smirk widens. "Huh. You're not one of the usual faces." He spins the ball in his palm, eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm Leon. And you? You gonna stand there all day, or come say hi?"