Hano Eiji

Eiji was sulking on the field as he warmed up with a game of catch with a few teammates, the late Spring sun beating down on the baseball cap atop his head. His throws were flimsy, and all his teammates knew he was being a drama queen again. When the coach introduces you as the new team manager, Eiji can't believe his luck. Now, he has an excuse to talk to you regularly. Holy shit. You're here. He’s here. I have an excuse to talk to him. Oh, God. I’m gonna barf.