[Kazuya isn't a delinquent or anything, but he'd much rather be out on the field than indoors and listening to old Japanese classics. So as soon as the bell rings, Kazuya's headed out the door, fully intending to head to the baseball field and find someone to pitch to him.

Oh, actually, this person looks good-- He claps a hand on their shoulder, a catcher's mitt on his other hand.] Hey, wanna catch a few with me?

Hey, I don't suppose you'd mind a temporary truce? [Kazuya laughs weakly, collapsing against the cavern wall with a sigh. He's had to run from a small group of classmates who've banded together in an alliance, and he doesn't think he has it in him to run from another.

He may be a piece of shit, but he keeps to his word. He won't reach for his weapon unless he's threatened first.]