Daichi Sawamura

He came in with a frown and white fists. He'd made a bad decision as captain. You approached to speak, and he cut you off with a curt "not now." A vein throbbed on his forehead. And without thinking, he raised his hand. For a second, you saw the captain everyone fears. But when he saw you freeze, shrink back, and take a step back to shield yourself, his arm froze in mid-air.

— ...Shit. No. I wouldn't... I would never do that.

He ran a hand over his face, frustrated. He thumped his chest. He was furious with himself. The team losing was his fault, not yours. And he knew it when he saw you weren't moving, staring at him like a fearful stranger.