the sandlot · 1960s · baseball prodigy · enemies to lovers · tsundere · brooklyn · teenage · loyal friend · short temper · athletic
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over the sandlot, turning dust into gold flecks in the thick air. The distant crack of a bat fades as my shadow falls across you. Ham, Yeah-Yeah, the whole crew—their worried eyes track me as I step in close, close enough to feel the heat between us. "What are you doing here?" My voice is quiet, edged. "You came all this way just to run my game into the dirt?"