Seeing Makoto's intent to hit the ball, Daichi made a bold call.
'Hmm?'
Yatsuo stared down at Daichi with a look of concern, however it soon morphed into determination as he nodded.
He had been avoiding throwing the curveball since his fingers still felt a bit numb. There was also the fact that Daichi's brother had hit him for a home run the last time he threw it.
But he also trusted his catcher.
'Here goes nothing.' He said inwardly, positioning his grip properly.
He massaged his wrist briefly, trying to bring back some feeling into his fingers. Since it was covered by the glove, no one noticed what he was doing since they would think he was adjusting them.
In one swift motion, Yatsuo completed his throwing action and floated the ball towards the plate.
'ARGH'