Yamamoto Takeshi was one of the greatest center-fielders of his age group, a well-rounded guy loved and adored by most everyone for his kind and sharing nature and the inheritor of the fabled Souen Shigure fighting style. He was a social butterfly - flitting between groups of friends during school hours and on weekends - and well-dedicated - if he wasn't out training for baseball, he was often in his father's restaurant, helping to make the man's life easier. Yet, with all his followers and fanclubs and friends, Yamamoto found that nothing mattered more to him than the acceptance and approval of his senpais - the skilled, third year players of his baseball team.
He found he would do anything for them - anything to have them smiling approvingly at something he had done, either at their request or as a gift from him - and, when vice-captain Kageki approached him offering a way to improve his average, Takeshi could and grin and nod, accepting without hesitation. Had he been paying more attention, he would have noticed the smugness of Kageki's expression as he gave his kouhai a meeting place and time for later that night, the out-fielder all too pleased at the younger's eagerness. Maybe if he had, he could've said no and things wouldn't have had a chance to go horribly wrong.
Maybe it would have saved his dad from getting up in the middle of the night to open the door to a pair of policeman whose only job was tell inform the man that his son had been in a car crash and was now in the intensive care ward at the local hospital, the driver having died in the crash and the third passenger having died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Maybe it would have stopped Gokudera from almost blowing up the hospital, or stopped the police from constantly questioning him on why he had been in the same car as Kageki and Satomu - two third-year delinquents - in the first place. And maybe he wouldn't have lost his place on the team or his good popularity when it was announced that the three of them had been out playing mailbox baseball and the car had crashed while Yamamoto was 'batting'.
Yamamoto Takeshi was one of the greatest center-fielders of his age group, a well-rounded guy loved and adored by most everyone for his kind and sharing nature and the inheritor of the fabled Souen Shigure fighting style and, well, let's just say his nightmares are a little 'out there'.