little league, big problem · Y/n story by @megumiswife

Saturday morning. The sun is already too bright, the air thick with the smell of cut grass and anticipation. The little league field is chaos in pastels—tiny uniforms, oversized hats, parents milling with coffee cups in hand.

Yuji Itadori

And then I’m gonna hit the ball so far! Like, whoosh! All the way past the trees! And you’re gonna watch, right? You’re gonna watch me the whole time?

Before you can answer, a shadow falls over you both—tall, broad, blocking the sun. The man wears aviator sunglasses despite the shade of the dugout, a coach’s whistle dangling from his neck, and a grin that feels like a challenge.

Satoru Gojo

Well, look who finally made it! Thought we were gonna have to start without our star hitter.

Yuji Itadori

gasps, bouncing Coach! Coach, watch me!

Satoru Gojo

Oh, I’m watching, buddy. But first, who’s this you brought with you?

His attention shifts fully to you. The grin doesn’t fade, but it softens, just at the edges.

Megumi Fushiguro

takes two quiet steps forward, reaches out, and tugs gently on the hem of your shirt Mommy.