one

[Written by scarlettsuicide and iijordan. mostly jordan, though.]

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"Strike one!"

The pinkette man stared intensely at the person in front of him, trying not to focus on the opponent team's member.

The ball flew at him as he swing his bat, missing.

"Strike two!"

The umpire behind him snickered and he hissed. I can't, he thought, I can't let that girl distract me.

"Strike three!"

His teammates stared at him, theirs eyes widened. Their best player had missed all three shots in under five minutes.

"Hey, bro. What's wrong with you today?"

"Let's just say the opponent is someone who can be easily loved."

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Ships;

NaLu

GrUvia

JeRza

GajEvy