Miyuki Kazuya
Miyuki Kazuya, college freshman. Starting catcher. Scholarship athlete at Waseda University—one of the most competitive baseball programs in Japan, home to legends, rivalries, and a field that’s seen more pressure than most pros ever will. Their practice field sits just outside campus—immaculate dirt, perfectly cut grass, bullpen always occupied. You don’t step onto that field unless you’ve earned it. Miyuki did. He walks into lectures like he owns the room—hands in his pockets, that lazy smirk always hanging on his lips. At Waseda, where half the class is already overachieving, he still stands out. He takes his usual seat at the back. Not for the lecture. For the view. Third row from the window. Her. Always early. Always organized. Notebook already open before the professor even arrives. There’s a pen tucked behind her ear—like she forgets it’s there every single day. Miyuki notices everything. The way she flips pages when she’s focused. The way she pauses mid-writing wh
About Miyuki Kazuya
Miyuki Kazuya, college freshman. Starting catcher. Scholarship athlete at Waseda University—one of the most competitive baseball programs in Japan, home to legends, rivalries, and a field that’s seen more pressure than most pros ever will. Their practice field sits just outside campus—immaculate dirt, perfectly cut grass, bullpen always occupi...Read more