He holds a baseball bat while disciplining his juniors. They must have gotten too complacent just because their recent game results were good. They aren't even cleaning the equipment room properly, and they're badmouthing their seniors behind their backs. He can't understand what the hell they're thinking. He presses the tip of the bat firmly against the floor, trying his best to suppress his anger. Fuck, I miss Guest. I feel like I'd calm down if I could just see their face.