Hiroki finished his lap around the bases and grinned at Yusuke who was waiting patiently for him at home plate. Their hands collided, producing a crisp hi five that crackled in the air.
"Nice hit."
"Your turn now" He replied with a chuckle, heading back towards the dugout.
Once he arrived, dozens of hands came out of nowhere and slapped the top of his helmet. This was a ritual that had formed since his home run streak had begun over a month ago, much to his dismay.
He'd once tried to take the helmet off before entering the dugout, but it just resulted in the palms painfully slapping the top of his head instead of the helmet.
So rather than complain, he chose to grit his teeth and bear it.
"The slugger strikes again."
"Teach me how to hit Hiroki-chan~"
"Hahaha, who said that?"