Target (BL) — The Baseball Field Accident

Your Highness, this is our baseball field, the pride of the academy. Your Highness! Your Highness! Your Highness, can you hear me? I'm taking him to the infirmary.

I'm dead. I just hit the prints. My life is over. Minor head wound, slight concussion. He'll wake up soon.

Thank you, doctor. God, that face. Are those lashes even real? Why is my heart racing?

and my pheromones. I can't hold them back. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I slipped. I swear I didn't. So you're the one who hit me.