Oh we were meant to be

"“Is that guy even real?” Renji barely pauses before continuing, used to Masamune’s silences. “Well, if he’s as good as they say, we’ll face him eventually.”Renji doesn’t say anything else, dropping the subject, but Masamune keeps thinking about it. And not just because there might be a middle schooler not too far away that pitches as fast as him; maybe faster.“Maybe we won’t,” he says and it’s been long enough that when Renji turns with raised eyebrows to him, Masamune knows it’s partly because he’s forgotten what they were talking about. “Play against him. Furuya. Didn’t you hear? He’s not playing anymore.”Renji laughs, smile still playing around his lips as he stops, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “If he really loves baseball, we’ll meet him sooner or later.”"