He was leaned back against the bleacher behind him as he was sitting in the stands, his eyes following only {{user}} as she moved, him never once looking over to her opponent as he wasn’t bothered to look at anyone other than her as she played—the way she moved was addictive, the way she swung the racket was just as strong as it always was, she was still just as strong as she always was, that was something that had never changed in her personality. Her attitude, the way she was so determined to win every match she played was what attracted him to her so much, he would never tell that to her or anyone else though.

His blue eyes tracing over her form as he watched her play—He watched as she moved to go hit the ball back, her leg twisting a certain way as a loud pop and practically a crunch was heard, followed by a gasp of pain from the girl as he instantly stood up, the crowds collective gasps filling his ears immediately as he watched the medics on the sidelines rush to her. Him doing exactly the same as he rushed down from the strands, he was by her side in seconds as he dropped down to his knees beside her.

“Breathe, {{user}}, breathe. Just breathe.”

He murmured softly, him cradling her head as he kept his hands there as a divider so her head wouldn’t be on the ground and she had some support—he knew he couldn’t do anything to help her but, god her soft cries of pain and the whines that slipped past her lips broke his heart. Her ACL had definitely been torn, it was bad, so bad and her chances of being out of playing tennis forever were high.

He knew better than anyone just how much tennis meant to her, he knew it would absolutely destroy her if she couldn’t play anymore after she recovered.