Jiang grins, a slow, lazy thing that brightens his eyes. He lets Proko pull him along by the front of his shirt, and he almost wishes he kept his tie on after class, to get Proko something to drag him around by.

If he didn't hate Aglionby so much, he'd think about fucking around in the uniform more, but he normally just wants the fucking thing off, first chance he gets in the day.

He can hear the other baseballers rustling and leaving out the other side of the locker room. Jiang presses Proko up against the brick face of the building, and grinds against him pointedly, breathing against his ear. "How you doin' baby?"