Ahh, thank you for being so sweet, dear ^^ These reverse scenarios are always really fun for me to write, so thank you for your request! [I guess this is set in his second year, seeing as he’s playing as the setter]
Suga had put on a brave face for his team. He had to. It was just who he was. He was the guy who was always smiling, always positive. The fact that they’d lost - and he’d been the one to screw up the toss on the game point - was a disappointment, of course, but he only let his face drop when he was out of sight of the team, leaning against the wall in an abandoned hallway, eyes clenched shut against the tears that prickled at the edges. “Suga.” His girlfriend’s soft voice startled him. “I’m sorry.” She had come up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her cheek against his back. “It sucks.” “Yeah.” He whispered hoarsely. “You did so well, though.” She comforted, now leaning her forehead against his back. He sighed, turning to face her. “I blew it at the end. But thanks.” She took his hand and squeezed it. “It doesn’t matter.” She said firmly. “You gave it your best, and your team knows that. It was a tough spot, but you tried anyway. I’m so proud of you. So are they, I know it.” He managed a small smile that barely reached his eyes. “Thanks.” He whispered, crushing her to him in a grateful hug.