How about a scenario of Yūki Tetsuya’s girlfriend comforting him after the loss that cost him going on to Nationals? Angst to fluff maybe? Thank you!

terriblesportsimagines:

These are sad memories *weep* my third years…  Admittedly, I am 100% Ryou, and Miya, but I miss Tetsu’s unintentional hilarity…

Yuki Tetsuya

The guilt and pain sat heavily within him.  If he’d
just been able to hit a little better, been quicker to grab outs, inspired his
team just that much more, they might have won.  He should have said
something to Sawamura, to calm him down, because it was obvious to everyone
that the first year’s shoulders were tight.  But he’d left that sort of
thing to Miyuki who surely knew better than he did…

And now his high school career was over.  Cut short
before it could really flourish.

Regret was a bitter pill to swallow, though not entirely
unfamiliar.  It wasn’t the first time, but, he supposed, it would be the
last time.  In high school at least.

He felt the worst for his teammates.  They had looked
to him to lead them, to make the difference, to bring runners home.  And
he’d failed even in that…

“Tetsu…”

Yuki looked up, not really paying attention to his
surroundings as he wandered around the school grounds a little aimlessly. 
He was basically killing time.  It would be summer vacation starting
tomorrow, and for the first time, he wouldn’t have to present himself at
practice every day during holidays.  That thought alone caused a lancing
pain to spread through his chest.

He realized faintly that he hadn’t seen you since before the
game yesterday.  This was pretty unusual, since you were always the first to
greet him after a game.  But then, he’d been solely concerned with his
devastated teammates and getting them ushered to the bus and back to
school.  And then he’d helped Jun move, and everything had been sullen and
silent.  There hadn’t been any time for you.

He looked at you now, your eyes soft and kind, and his
throat burned.  You understood, if not directly, then in general, and you
got him better than anyone else.  He felt lost, unable to control the
devastation of the loss, but also unable to let it out.  He had to be
strong.  He was the captain.

Though, he wasn’t anymore, was he?

When your arms opened, he went right to you.  He
circled his arms around your waist in response, burying his face against your
neck in attempt block out the world and the harsh reality of never making
Koshien in his entire three years.  Your scent was comforting and your
skin warm and Yuki used these things to focus himself, to leech the strength he
felt had fled him.

Your hand moved over his head, your other arm tight about
his shoulders, and for that moment he thought maybe things would be okay. 
Not everything was over – high school, maybe, but there was more baseball in
his future for sure.  And he still had you, his beautiful, wonderful
girlfriend who had stood by him through never ending training and barely being
able to see him.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured into his hair.  “I know it
doesn’t feel like it, but you played amazing.”

It didn’t feel like it, but you were probably more objective
than he was at that moment.  Yuki grunted, unable to find the correct
words to express himself, but knowing you would understand all the same.

“There’s only a few minutes of lunch left… but would you
like to hang out after school?  I’ll buy you soba?” You said softly, still
holding him.

Yuki sighed, tightening his embrace.  He was supposed
be going to practice, but there was no practice anymore, and if he had to do
something else, spending time with you would definitely top the list. 
“Okay.”

“Good,” you smiled, pulling back a bit to press a kiss to
his head.  “I’ll listen if you want to talk.”

Yuki blinked slowly, hesitant to release you, because the
pain wasn’t so bad when you were in his arms.  “Thank you, ____-chan.”

My heart burns!!! You capture the emotions so well!! Thank you for this somber but beautiful piece, so very well done!