Seidou High School’s baseball team had, at some point, established a rule: each dorm room would house three students, perfectly corresponding to first, second, and third-year students.
In other words, in the same dorm, interactions were always between juniors and seniors.
There were no “same class” or “same-year dorms,” except for rare exceptions.
In short, the dorm Kanzaki Yuto was about to move into had two seniors: one in the second year and one in the third.
And the second-year senior?
He was one of the main reasons Kanzaki Yuto came to Seidou in the first place!
“Oh, so you’re the new transfer moving in here.
Welcome!” A young man wearing black-rimmed glasses leaned back in a swivel chair.
A faint, inexplicable smile played at his lips as he looked at Kanzaki Yuto, his expression gentle.
Miyuki Kazuya!
A spark of excitement flashed in Kanzaki Yuto’s eyes.
That’s right!
The person before him was none other than the genius catcher Miyuki Kazuya, who had enrolled at Seidou a year ago and was hailed as the team’s savior!
Luck!
Kanzaki Yuto felt his fortune was beyond measure—not only did his class have Furuya, but his dorm also housed another superstar!
It could be said that after the third-year students graduated, Miyuki would be the most vital pillar supporting Seidou’s baseball team.
It wasn’t that others weren’t important, but at the current stage, Seidou simply could not do without Miyuki—the team’s on-field brain!
Without him, Seidou High’s baseball team would lose at least half its fighting strength.
“Yes, Miyuki-senpai.
My name is Kanzaki Yuto, and I hope to learn a lot from you over the next two years!” Kanzaki Yuto bowed slightly, showing the respect customary in Japan—excluding idiots like Eijun, who seemed only to respect Chris.
As for Miyuki… well, that image was too perfect for Kobayashi to even comment on.
Of course, since they were peers, there was no need to show teacher-level deference.
Just the right amount of respect would suffice.
As for the other senior in the dorm—a third-year also in the baseball club—he wasn’t a main player, hadn’t even made the first team, but being a senior and friendly, Kanzaki Yuto still greeted him politely.
After all, they’d be sharing a dorm until the summer tournament ended.
“Wow, coming all the way here for high school.
That’s quite something,” Miyuki said, twirling a pen in his hand.
He suddenly seemed to remember something amusing, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
“Yeah, I really like baseball.
I personally want proper training so I can one day become a professional player,” Kanzaki Yuto said calmly, respectfully, but without sounding obsequious.
“Oh?
Is that so?
Well then, work hard here at Seidou!” Miyuki’s lips curved slightly, a faint smile on his face.
“Yes, Miyuki-senpai!
Um… tomorrow is the club entrance test, right?
What time should I wake up?
I’m not used to this place yet, so I might oversleep,” Kanzaki Yuto asked.
By this point, the third-year senior had stepped out for something, leaving only Kanzaki Yuto and Miyuki in the room.
Kanzaki Yuto seemed to recall something.
He vaguely remembered that on the first day of club entrance, something had happened in the morning.
Well, getting up early wouldn’t hurt—he just couldn’t quite remember the exact wake-up time.
Hence the question.
“Wake-up time?
Hmm… training starts at 5:30.
For a baseball-specialized school like ours, daily practice is rather intense,” Miyuki replied without turning his head.
“5:30, huh?
Then I guess getting up around five is fine,” Kanzaki Yuto nodded.
That fit his expectations and matched memories from his previous life—during high school and university military training, early exercises also started around 5:30, so this wasn’t a problem.
For a typical high schooler, sleeping around 11 p.m.
meant six hours of quality sleep—a decent amount.
Before falling asleep, however, Kanzaki Yuto furrowed his brow, feeling like he had forgotten something important.
Well, whatever.
Sleep first—it was almost 11 p.m., and if he didn’t sleep soon, getting up tomorrow would be difficult.
Tokyo in April was still slightly chilly.
At 5 a.m., the sky hadn’t brightened yet, shrouded in a thin mist.
Kanzaki Yuto opened his drowsy eyes before five, letting out a soft groan and lightly patting his cheeks to wake himself up.
By the time Kanzaki Yuto got out of bed, the third-year senior had already finished dressing.
He gave Kanzaki Yuto a small smile as he grabbed his toiletries and left.
Kanzaki Yuto quickly put on his clothes, and as he grabbed his toiletries to leave for the washroom, he froze.
Looking at Miyuki still asleep, a long-forgotten memory resurfaced, and Kanzaki Yuto couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.
“Ah, so this was the scene I forgot about,” he muttered, slapping his forehead lightly.
On the first morning of club training, the two “superstars” had overslept.
Well, Eijun had been tricked by Kuramochi, but Miyuki… he just enjoyed self-inflicted suffering.
“Miyuki-senpai!
Wake up!
Miyuki-senpai!” Kanzaki Yuto shook him and shouted, but Miyuki remained fast asleep.
He even turned over, his back facing Kanzaki Yuto.
Kanzaki Yuto sighed helplessly.
He couldn’t throw a bucket of cold water on him.
Shrugging, Kanzaki Yuto decided he had done his duty.
If Miyuki was determined to step on the landmine, then may Buddha protect him.
Amen.
After a three-second moment of silent mourning for Miyuki, Kanzaki Yuto grabbed his toiletries and left.
Having experienced it firsthand, he could understand why the third-year didn’t bother with Miyuki.
April mornings were slightly chilly, but Kanzaki Yuto knew that, for the two of them, this morning would feel like winter.
Miyuki Kazuya and Sawamura Eijun—their misfortune twins!
All because of the icy presence of their coach—the relentless Kataoka Tesshin.