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"Oh my gawd..." you muttered, dragging your hand down your face.

Osorō, being that one guy who would accept any challenge without hesitating, was doing something you knew he was crap at.

He was crap at baseball.

You have been shooked.

So Aso Rito, the president of the sports club, had declared that he was the best at baseball. Most believed him, obviously because he was the Sports Prez, and the Sports Prez has to be supreme at all sports. Then that dude Osorō, who happened to be your boyfriend, told Aso that he wasn't the best. That Osorō was the best.

Then the bet was on: Aso Rito VS Osorō Shidesu.

You grumbled as Osorō dragged you down the stairs and to the left, past the small closet-like room with the instrument case in it, his fingers entwined with yours.

"Osorō, you're crud at baseball. You'll lose and shizz. Boom, Aso will mock you, game over." you hissed at the blonde, who huffed and kept walking to the tan sports guy who was waiting with a baseball bat and a couple of baseballs.

Aso smirked at Osorō before shifting his attention to you. Your boyfriend protectively held you against his slightly bare chest in reaction, glaring at the Prez. Behind Aso were three other people who you recognize: Megamo Saikou, Kizano Sunobu (You wondered why the drama king was here), and Kokona Haruka. Aso noticed you examining them and shrugged.

"My team." he explained before looking around. "Where's yours?"

You glanced up at Oso, who's face was a bit red.

"Hm, let me do something about that..." you murmured and BAM! Your phone was in your hand! Your fingers were zooming across the screen as you typed! And suddenly, two people were standing behind you and Oso! You grinned back at Osano Najimi and Midori Gurin. Midori gave a thumbs up while Osano crossed his arms. You looked back up at Oso.

"The Power Rangers have assembled."

*

You were standing on second base, your left foot half-way off the side of the base marker plate thing, ready to zoom to third base and then to home. Osorō was batting at the moment while Aso was tossing a baseball up in the air before catching it again and again and again. Oso's coat was thrown to the side, revealing muscular arms through his white shirt. How come he's bad at baseball when he has bulky biceps?

You watched as he shifted in his spot, adjusting his grip on the wooden bat. Aso's arm reached up and the ball was hurled at your boyfriend- You snorted on instinct when he shrieked like a little girl and dropped the bat, trying to dive out of the way of the lighting-fast sports ball. His attempt was futile when the ball hit him right square in the eye, making him shriek again. You facepalmed and sent a death glare at Aso before sprinting over to Osorō, who was holding his eye.

"Osorō, are you alright!?!" you fretted with concern. He waved you off.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Y/N. Don't worry about it." he growled, making you frown.

"Move your hand." you ordered.

"No." he shot back.

"Move it." you hissed.

"No." he snarled.

"Move your dAMN HAND BEFORE I MOVE IT FOR YOU!"

Osorō furrowed his brows hesitantly moved his hand, revealing a swollen purple eye.

"Idiot! You need to go to the nurse." you snapped, irritated from his stubbornness.

"My eye is fine, Y/N." he repeated from before. "Besides, I can still see your beautiful angry face."

Hurrah

I did it.

It's probably crappy.

And I am sorry for making Aso a bit of a show-off.

I promise to not make him one in the future.

I hope you all likey~

Next oneshots coming up:
~Mujo Kina
~Info-Chan