You were sitting in the stands of the baseball field, your eyes following Bruce Yamada's every move. He was always brilliant on the pitch, agile and determined, the type of player who left others on the team trying to catch up to him. You're his best childhood friend and today he was playing his last game of the season.

The sounds of the bats hitting the ball echoed across the field, but his thoughts were far away, until suddenly the game ended and Bruce's team won. Before you could react, Bruce ran towards you, still sweaty, with a victorious smile. He hugged you charmingly, like he always did when he was excited, his face lit up.

"I knew you'd bring me luck, princess," he said in a slightly breathless voice, his arms still around you.