Endo and Kobayashi’s Live Commentary on the Villainess

Game one, our high school (of which) opponents are regular prestigious schools.

We're strong there in the province, too, but we shouldn't have even gotten to Koshien last year, and it's only there.

Up to six times, the losing mood has been confirmed. Already 0-7. Probably lost the first fight.

"... uh, I figured I'd go home"

Speaking of which, Kobayashi put on a small neck.

"Didn't you come here to see it?

"I intend to, it was.

Something………, sounds like crying.

[incomprehensible]

This, I'll probably lose.

Because of that, the sadness that I can't stand on that stage, the remorse of a baseball player (those guys), that's probably not all, but I don't know myself. It's kind of a mess. It's going to overflow, though, taking the form of tears.

In the meantime, I just know that I wasn't plump yet.

Pathetic.

"Well, let's see about that at home.

Endo-kun, you live alone. "

Yes, I live alone due to various circumstances.

You can go to the house of a man who lives alone, or Kobayashi is too insecure.

Oh, my God, I'm really going to cry if I'm not thinking about something that doesn't matter.

"Don't make me cry alone."

Kobayashi-san, ooh-ooh-ooh. "

The words I said deliberately in a tear made me tremble.

"I saw your crying face last year, so now?

Seeing a smile that sneered and laughed, the tear glands finally broke.

I did, last year, scatter, cry.

I was in the baseball club until last year, going for Koshien, and yet I broke my shoulder in the middle of last year's district tournament, well that's not all, but I stopped playing baseball.

All I've ever done is play baseball. I feel like my life is over, and there's so much going on.

That's how I fell in love with her.

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From a young age, I liked baseball.

My father, a middle school teacher, used to play baseball and he's still a baseball club advisor.

In the middle of three of my sisters today, the only boy, I was planted with a catchball when I felt like it, and he used to take me to baseball games.

I played baseball in elementary and middle school, and when I went to high school, I chose where to go with the strength of baseball.

There was a strong high school in the province near my aunt's apartment.

On another floor of the same apartment, there was an aunt-owned room where my grandmother once lived until her death, so I decided to go on to school instead of living there alone.

My aunt is a single person who works a lot and doesn't really interfere with each other, but my parents are professional housewives who come here occasionally to take care of me, and I remember some chores, so I'm not particularly handicapped.

I'm not unfriendly with my family, but I don't know what to do when I get home to my parents who are long term and full of women, and I'm just somewhat tired, so I plan on going home for just one week this summer as well.

Maybe it's because I've been just baseball since I was a little girl and didn't have the time to play with someone or spend time with my family.

Last year I stopped playing baseball that much and just didn't die somewhat blurry.

The turning point was in the fall, at the ball tournament.

When we were discussing in class who would compete in which of the volleyball, basketball, table tennis and softball.

"Endo, you can get out of softball because you're not in the baseball club anymore!

Someone said so to the lid.

Members of that club are forbidden to compete, and the baseball club is no softball.

That's probably a rule that was made for everyone to enjoy, but if you can win with that hole, it's also a natural idea to want to win.

The guys who actually did it until middle school but are not in the club right now were very active.

"When Endo comes out, you're sure to win!

"Ooh, no one can hit you if you get a full pitcher, right?

"I could win in three years."

"Who's gonna catch Endo's ball?"

On purpose, casual expectations spread throughout the class.

No, my shoulder's broken.

Well, I've recovered to an extent that doesn't interfere with my daily life, and seriously, I'll have to do it for a long time. I'll be fine, but the full appearance is just tough.

Well, if you lose along the way, the number of games isn't that good, but I honestly don't feel like losing either.

Me and maybe the man who came into my sight was clumsy about how to stop it.

"Ah, Endo-kun is also a broadcaster, so I can't get out in full."

Such a clear and well-attended voice dominated the classroom.

"... uh, since when?

I want to know that too.

To that voice a friend of hers inquired, Kobayashi, a central figure in the class, who, speaking of which, said he belonged to the broadcasting department, smiled and said this as a matter of course.

"Since yesterday.

Endo-kun, you have a good voice, so I solicited it.

That's the former baseball club, you got a voice coming out of your belly!

Um, Kobayashi looked at me and laughed like a prankster as various voices rose from here and there.

"Fair enough!

Broadcasting doesn't have a choice, because I have a job to do.

You guys don't have to cheat either. Huh? "

My classmates and I followed that flow somehow.

I was set to compete in a basketball game that was due to end in the morning alone.

――――

"… I've been a broadcaster since yesterday?

After school, he called out after Kobayashi, who was headed to the broadcast room.

"You can start today, right?

It's about a day's error. "

I couldn't tell her somehow that I would laugh when I said that, no, I didn't say I was going in yet.

Honestly, I could see it on that smile.

"Ma, you can stop right now, just don't go in there.

Fine, broadcast department.

I have to work on the broadcast. So instead of a ball tournament, you can skip every event you want!

Club Monday.

I'm on duty, but if that's cool, I'll take my place. "

So she opened the door of the room that leads to the back broadcast room, which is used as a room.

With a smile on her face, she stares at me with the door open.

Get in, you mean.

In the room, in the club.

"……… It helps."

I lowered my head and went inside.

That day was Tuesday, and I greeted those people because today's duty is two two-year seniors.

She told the other staff that she would refer her to her tomorrow, and she wrote the in-house delivery on the spot.

We got it straight to the advisor, and when we decided to go home, we decided to go home side by side.

"Everyone's a livestock to tell the injured to get out in full."

I laughed at the pieces, and she said so to the lid.

"Well, it's generally healing.

But thanks. Thanks. "

When I lowered my head, Kobayashi gently slapped him around my arms.

"No.

As a matter of fact, I've been eyeing you for a long time because I thought you had a good voice, Endo?

You see, people in sports clubs, especially baseball clubs, have a voice out of their bellies.

So I'm so happy Endo-kun is in the broadcasting department!

Saying so, he smiled with joy, and the devil gave it to him.

"Voice, huh?

I'm glad I stayed. I mean, that's all I had left. "

I accidentally leaked such a negative word out of my mouth.

"Ha, that's negative!

Kobayashi immediately laughed at my words.

I'm glad you laughed off.

"... but because my shoulder malfunctioned, I didn't lose everything else, did I?

To the lid, quietly, she said so.

"Baseball isn't all about players, is it?

Even the coach, the masseuse, said that it was the announcer who lived it… and the effort and experience that Endo-kun has accumulated will be brought to life somewhere. "

Always shaky in the center of the classroom, one noisy image or the other, the phrase she spoke in a quiet voice reached deep into my chest, twitching.

"…… well."

For some reason, at this moment, when I was diagnosed by a doctor, and when I stopped working, tears that never flowed, blurred, overflowed.

I stayed silent and just walked in line.

"…… here, my house.

I'll serve towels, tissues, tea and sweets. "

I walked into her house with those hands on her.

No.

I'm just a classmate.

You can't cause trouble.

Exactly. I warned myself that somewhere in reason, but I was grateful to have a presence that just kept me quiet.

I went insane, nodding, crying, crying, almost on the doorstep of someone else's house as it were, and that's about the years I put on baseball, crying.

And by the time I was done crying, I already liked her.