Finally, this is really really really the last chapter of HTTW which I dedicate to… MYSELF. Teehee. I deserve this for finishing a multi-chaptered story over 100k words! ^~^ Tralalala~

***Please do read the author's note at the very end this time. It's the end already, so just do this once for me, okay? You get snuggles from me in return :DDD

*Note* All scandals mentioned are false and are not meant to be derogatory to the organizations involved, Under A Cloud is by no mean attempting to sully the name of ATP and professional sports in general.

Higher than the Wind

Epilogue (2)

Three years down the road, Yukimura fulfilled his aspiration and became a pro. Having made his name in tennis since he was 12, Yukimura was recruited by Japan's national team just as he entered Toudai. Barely a year after he joined the crew, the renowned tennis prodigy has secured his spot as a regular.

Now 20, Yukimura was a rising tennis star in Japan. Other famous players from his generation had mostly went on to further their tennis skills in other countries – Tezuka Kunimitsu to Germany, Echizen Ryoma to America... so on, so forth. As such, Yukimura was the only one who remained in Japan.

To everyone's surprise, Yukimura didn't stay in the sport for long. After playing in the Summer Olympics for the first time and achieving world fame for being the only indigenous Japanese who made it into the semifinals of the male singles tournament that year, Yukimura quitted just as his name began to spread beyond Japan's national borders. When the huge number of fans he had amassed despite his short-lived professional career (most likely because of his pretty face) clamored for an explanation from him, Yukimura's now ex-manager organized a press conference on his behalf.

The 20 year old blue-haired already ex-professional sat behind a long table, serenely smiling in the face of the blinding white flashes of the reporters' cameras and multitude of questions fired at him.

"Yukimura-san, why did you quit just as your career began to pick up pace?" A Japanese reporter pressed eagerly. This was going to be first-hand news.

"Mr. Yukimura, can you share with us the reason behind your sudden retirement? Is it true that you were disqualified by ATP because you refused to fake a loss to Theodore Sacbeth?" This bold question was of course posted by an American journalist. This was the most recent scandal Yukimura was caught up in, and it was something no other journalist had the guts to verify for it was bordering on trespassing certain… unspoken rules and regulations.

Yukimura remained quiet as the reporters bombarded him with questions. Like the statue of a God in his own shrine, he looked ethereal and completely at ease. Only after a long while did he deem the time right to speak up, and when he did it was clear that his majestic charm hadn't diminished over the years for everyone fell silent upon his voice.

His voice was clear and entrancing like a tranquil lake, yet at the same time, intrusive and compelling like an unsheathed sword.

"The reason why I quitted tennis has nothing to do with what some of our friends here speculated," said Yukimura in fluent English on par with a native speaker, gentle voice as powerful as ever, " I've discovered that if I'm not playing with my middle school team, it's not the sort of tennis I want." Yukimura paused, smile unwavering, "I still love tennis, but I'm not cut out for professional tennis."

Plow.

Yukimura stood up and bowed before the video camera, "I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the nation for giving me a chance to represent Japan, it was a fruitful experience and I will cherish it for the rest of my life. Thank you to everyone who has supported me thus far. 5 minutes remain till the end of this press conference, I'll accept questions not pertaining to tennis for the remaining time."

What! Only 5 minutes remained!? Frantically, the reporters fought to shoot questions at Yukimura – but because everyone was shouting at the same time, the blaring noises were meshed together and became incomprehensible. In the end, nobody got anything out of Yukimura.

Yukimura left the moment the clock struck 2pm. He went to the backstage where he was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend.

"Already done?" Tsugi looked up from her magazine and smiled at him. Five years had passed since they began dating and to everyone's surprise, they were still going strong.

"Yeah," Yukimura went up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "What are you reading?"

As he spoke, he peered down at the title and shook his head, "Renji's on the school magazine again? Well, I'm not too surprised…" Yukimura murmured. Renji started his own financial advisory firm in collaboration with several ambitious upperclassmen upon entering college. With his incredible foresight and sharp intuition, the male Yanagi soon rose from the ranks and became one of the many successful stories Toudai had to offer.

"Renji called a moment ago and asked if we'd like to have a gathering. He said Akaya is returning from abroad soon and he thought that this would be a good chance for everyone to get together. Sanada-kun called as well; he asked you to call him as soon as the press conference was over."

"Sanada did?" Yukimura appeared thoughtful, "Alright, I'll keep it in mind."

Tsugi stifled a giggling fit.

"Just a reminder: he didn't sound too pleased."

"I would be surprised if he is," said Yukimura as he reminisced on his memory with his best friend. Sanada was always worrying about him.

"It's understandable though. Even I was surprised when you said that you wanted to quit being a professional."

Tennis wasn't just Yukimura's aspiration, it was his dream and very source of motivation in life.

"Professional tennis isn't for me," replied Yukimura, "I didn't quite relate to the reason why you refused Seigaku girls team's recruitment back then, but after playing with Japan's national team, I realized that I'm the same. Without Sanada and the rest, it doesn't feel right."

"We are both governed by our heart," Tsugi smiled softly at her memory with her team, "I wonder how they are doing… It has been a while since I last saw any of them."

"You're wrong to say that," Yukimura chuckled and mischievously brushed his lips against her cheek, "I'm governed by you."

Honestly. Having gotten used to his sneak attacks, Tsugi merely shook her head at him.

"Aside from that… are you free on the 23rd of the next month? Atsunaya-senpai is getting married."

"Atsunaya-senpai?" Yukimura repeated the name, a strange expression on his face, "Isn't she just a year older than us?"

"Izumi-senpai said that it was a shotgun marriage. Her family is pretty upset at her, actually."

"I see," He nodded, "As of now, the day is open. If nothing crops up at the last moment, I should be free on that day."

"I'll tell her that we are both going then," Tsugi put the magazine down, "Seiichi, can you call Sanada-kun now? I'll talk to Renji about the gathering while you're at that."

"Alright," Yukimura hoisted himself up and picked up his mobile phone from the dresser while Tsugi dialed Renji's number.

"Renji, about the gathering… have you confirmed the date and time? Any day except next Wednesday is fine – ah, and Friday, Seiichi has to attention a leadership congress on that day. Thursday's good, yes, I'll let him know. Thank you, Renji. Let Aunt Machi know that I'll visit her soon. What – no! What are you saying! Yes, alright, good bye," Tsugi took a deep breath and cancelled the call.

Yukimura hanged up a little while after Tsugi.

"Did Sanada give you an upbraiding?" Tsugi teased him lightly, eyes still flickering.

"Pretty much," Yukimura nodded, looking rather nonchalant, "When's the gathering?"

"It's next Thursday. Akaya will only be back for a week," Tsugi then paused and exhaled a wisp of wistfulness, "To think that Akaya's the only one who persisted in tennis amongst us."

"Akaya-kun was born for tennis," said Yukimura with a pensive smile.

"Indeed," Tsugi sighed, out of all of them, Kirihara's passion for tennis was probably the purest of them all.

"What were you talking to Renji about, hmm? I heard you raising your voice for a moment," Yukimura suddenly asked, catching Tsugi off guard.

"Ah? It's nothing, really," she waved a hand and said, attempting – but failing – to suppress the awkwardness from surfacing on her face.

"If you say so I might call up Renji," Yukimura wiggled an eyebrow at her.

"No! … Fine, fine, I'll tell you. Renji asked if I was going to bring you back to Kanagawa to meet his parents and our grandparents," Tsugi exasperatedly covered her eyes with one hand and spilled the beans.

Upon hearing Yukimura's soft laughter, Tsugi realized that he probably already guessed what their conversation was about and he was just teasing her again. Flustered and a little sulky, Tsugi bit her lips and turned away from Yukimura. Yukimura seemed to have begun finding delight in teasing her ever since they entered Toudai. At times, she felt as though their courtship was the reverse of the common process.

"Sorry, don't be angry, hmm?" Yukimura hugged her from the back and apologized in his velvety voice which she knew that he was aware worked magic on her. Sighing, she gave in and placed a hand on Yukimura's arm. The solid flesh clearly indicated that he had been keeping himself in shape – but of course, she thought somewhat wryly, Yukimura was a freshly retired national-level tennis player after all.

"But you know, I wouldn't mind if you're planning to do that."

"… Seiichi, that wasn't funny."

"Ah… But it wasn't meant to be."

Ha?

Looking up, she saw that he wasn't joking. His cerulean blue eyes were sincere, gently seeking her answer. A warm feeling crept into her heart and she murmured, "Someday, Seiichi."

Someday, but not now.

"Ah."

~x~

"It's nice seeing everyone again," said Yagyuu pleasantly.

"Yo! What's up?" Marui did a sloppy salute and grinned.

"Yukimura, Yanagi," Jackal greeted them.

"The couple arrives, puri," Nio grinned and waved a hand at them.

"Yukimura," Sanada nodded to Yukimura. Visibly tenser, he turned to Tsugi, "Yanagi."

"Everyone looks well," Tsugi smiled in return and looked around, "Where's Akaya?"

"He'd be arriving soon," replied Renji as he exchanged a toast with Yukimura. As he did that, loud crashing sounds were heard near the entrance of their room causing Renji's lips to curl knowingly, "Talk about the devil. I think he has arrived."

Tsugi tried not to smile at the equivocal idiom.

Thud! The door was flung open and Kirihara scurried in, after which he immediately slammed the door and took several deep breaths as his hand flew to his chest. The dark-haired 19 year old looked like a mess with his tie flipped over a shoulder and several creases on his shirt. Looking down, his dark dress pants were also caked with dirt –presumably from a chase– and his leather derbies had long lost the shine.

"Senpai, I'm so glad to see you!" Kirihara immediately latched himself onto Yagyuu who was (unfortunately) the closest to the door and the former almost burst into tears, "You have no ideas how scary those fan girls are! I used to think that Sayuki-chan is the most horrible girl ever – but damn, I take those words back now. I mean, they ripped my coat off and if I didn't bolt for the doors I don't think I'd have any buttons left on my shirt!" The poor man rambled off, looking terribly shaken. He was taught how to be a captain – but Yukimura-buchou and Sanada-fukubuchou never imparted him any knowledge on how to deal with fan girls!

Yagyuu, seeing that he wasn't given the liberty of choice, pat Kirihara on the back and calmed his ex-junior down.

Everyone else (aside from Nio who grinned remorselessly) in the room stomached their laughter. They'd want to be sympathetic, unfortunately, after knuckling under a sadistic captain for 6 full years… they were all influenced by him in one way or another.

"It has been a while, Akaya," Tsugi smiled at Kirihara who was cuddling up to Yagyuu, the young boy had grown into a fine young man – if you ignore his immature nature which was most likely going to be stuck with him forever, that was it.

"Tsugi-senpai?" Kirihara rubbed his eyes (you see what she meant) and turned towards Tsugi, upon registering her face, he immediately jumped out of Yagyuu's arms. His face was tomato-red, "Mura-buchou too!"

"Oi Akaya, we're here too!" Marui walked up to Kirihara and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "Aren't you going to greet us?"

"Marui-senpai, Jackal-senpai, Nio-senpai, Sanada-fukubuchou! Everyone's here already!?" Kirihara's eyes widened.

"Akaya, tarundoru!" Sanada barked out.

"I'm sorry, Sanada-fukubuchou!" Kirihara immediately stood up straight and the rest couldn't hold it anymore – everyone burst out laughing.

"I'm glad to see that everyone's the same," Yukimura mused.

"Indeed," Renji nodded, and (two out of) the three demons of Rikkai exchanged smiles.

Years had passed since they were last gathered in the same room and many things have changed. They have matured, moved on and got a new life; but their friendship, the team dynamics and the understanding between them hadn't diminished in the least bit.

With the dramatic entrance of Kirihara, the first gathering of Rikkai Dai's 16th boys tennis team can officially begin.

"– and I tell you, when I played against that brat Echizen, I swear I could've defeated him if I didn't trip over my damned shoelaces!" Kirihara was blasting off about his experience in the recent US open, clearly indignant to have lost to his sworn nemesis in an official match again.

"Language, Akaya," Sanada massaged his temples and ordered menacingly.

"Y-yes, Sanada-fukubuchou," Kirihara was immediately rendered to a meek little lamb by Sanada's voice. Baa. Baa. After all these years, Sanada still had it in him. Or maybe… Kirihara's fear of Sanada was already engraved within his soul.

"How's everyone doing now?" asked Yukimura, all of them had been so occupied since hitting adulthood that nobody really contacted each other, "Jackal, we haven't seen you in a while."

"Ah, yeah… I had been busy. My father's health is deteriorating and I have to tend to the family restaurant while juggling studies – business management is a pain," replied Jackal upon being called upon.

"Take care of yourself and your father, Jackal," Yukimura pat the mixed blood on the back, "Yagyuu, what about you? How's Kyodai?"

"University life in Kyoto had been more or less enjoyable; many of my peers have great aspirations in the medical field. I find that I learn a great deal from post-class activities, actually," said Yagyuu with a smile on his face, "Us aside at the moment, Yukimura-kun, why did you quit tennis?"

"That's right, Yukimura, I nearly forgot to ask you about this! Why did you quit being a pro?" Marui jumped up in bewilderment. He still remembered his shock when he saw that bizarre piece of news – heck, he even checked the calendar to see if it was April the first. Yukimura releasing his tennis racquet? Not a chance in a million year – until he saw that the current month was September.

"It's just as I've said before the camera," said Yukimura calmly, "It doesn't feel the same when I'm not playing with my friends. I'm not giving up on tennis – I'm merely dropping professional tennis. In future, I will still continue playing tennis for fun."

"Seiichi, does it really have nothing to do with that scandal regarding Theodore Sacbeth?" inquired Renji.

"I won't lie; that event does wield a certain degree of influence over my decision," Yukimura admitted placidly, "If as a pro I have to fake losses and put restraints on myself – this is not the kind of tennis I was looking forward to. Don't worry about me, I'm doing double majors in Liberal Art and Law (1) now, besides, Matsumoto-sensei's offer to invest in an art gallery for me still stands."

As one would expect from Yukimura Seiichi. He had a myriad of choices standing before him.

"I wasn't worried for you at all, Seiichi," Renji shook his head, amused.

One by one, the Rikkai Dai regulars began to share about their university life. Sanada was also in Law at Toudai; Renji was doing double majors in Finance and Business Management at Toudai; Tsugi, with a recommendation letter by her club teacher, successfully entered Toudai and was majoring in Economics; Kirihara was in fact majoring in Electrical Engineering (at this knowledge, some of them were getting rather concerned about the future of Japan's future industrial development) at an unknown university (not that he wasn't willing to share, but he hadn't been attending school enough to remember the name of his university); Nio refused to disclose his university but stated that he was studying Fashion Design which in a way was befitting of the 'Trickster'.

At night, the gathering was concluded only when Yukimura decided that Sanada (who had most unfortunately been sabotaged by a certain seraphic blue-haired someone), Kirihara, Marui and Jackal were drunk enough and they didn't need any more drunkards because should there be more, there wouldn't be enough sober people to send everyone back.

(Needless to say, the drunkards woke up with massive hangovers the next day. Serve them right for daring to test Yukimura in a game of probability.)

~x~

Himeko's wedding was a grand affair – not that anyone was surprised. Given her family's status (and affiliation with the Atobe known for their flamboyance), it was only to be expected that her wedding would be the best of the best. Grand chandeliers and a high-end buffet; not to mention the non-repetitive live performances of a myriad of contemporary bands… Indubitably, her wedding banquet itself costed a bomb.

"Yukimura, what a surprise," Atobe grabbed two glasses of champagne and approached the two when they came through the doors, "I see you're still with the same girl after all these years, ah-uh?" The dark-haired male raised a brow suggestively.

"Atobe-kun, you're as flashy as ever too," Yukimura exhibited his pearly-whites, not at all surprised that Atobe remembered Tsugi despite having only seen her once during the Nationals 5 years ago. This man was going to inherit many generations worth of fortune and a giant business corporation after all. "Tsugi, this is Atobe Keigo. Atobe-kun, this is Yanagi Asaitsugi."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Atobe-san," Tsugi smiled politely.

"It's nice meeting you too, Yanagi-san," Atobe nodded at her, his manners immaculate. He then turned to Yukimura, offering a glass of champagne to him, "A toast, Yukimura?"

"A toast to you, Atobe-kun," Yukimura accepted it graciously.

"Cheers."

"Cheers," Yukimura echoed after him. After downing a glass of champagne, Atobe left to attend to other guests on behalf of his dear second cousin Himeko.

"Tsugi, Yukimura," A voice Tsugi had only heard over the phone in the recent years came from the side, and a bright smile unlike the one she offered to Atobe emerged on her face.

"Izumi-senpai, it had been a long while," Tsugi exchanged a hug with the silver-haired woman.

"You two are still together, huh?" Hana looked at their interlocked arms and commented, a rather strange look on her face when she remembered what she did during Nationals. She thought that they were just going to be another middle school fling; to think that they actually made it this far and on top of that, they had a long distance relationship for three years too.

Who would have thought that they were so serious about each other?

Tsugi nodded, mistaking the look on Hana's face as surprise at the length of their relationship. Not many people thought positively of them engaging in an intimate relationship at a young age, so it was understandable to her.

"Izumi-senpai," Yukimura greeted Hana with a serene smile. How much Yukimura was at ease was how much Hana was at unease.

"Yukimura, I take back what I said back then," Hana looked straight at Yukimura, knowing that if she didn't go through with this she'd always squirm before the blue-haired now-adult, "My apologies."

Yukimura smiled lightly. "What are you talking about, Izumi-senpai? I don't recall."

Hana looked at him with deeply furrowed eyebrows, she nodded slowly.

"I'll be leaving then… See you two around," Hana turned to Tsugi and regarded her; and after a while she left while shaking her head, muttering something about '5 years', 'ridiculous' and 'marriage' beneath her breath.

Tsugi was left thoroughly perturbed by Hana's words.

"What were you and Izumi-senpai talking about, Seiichi?" asked Tsugi.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it," Yukimura smiled and pat her back. Before Tsugi could press him further, a voice called out to her from the back.

"Yanagi-buchou!"

Tsugi turned around and saw a familiar face, a smile of delight formed on her lips.

"Naomi, Leiko," Tsugi greeted the two as they made their way towards her, "Naomi, you grew your hair out and you look different…" Tsugi commented, appreciating the changes on said green-haired girl. Naomi used to sport her dark green hair in a boyish haircut that frequently got her confused with boys of her age; now that she grew it out, Tsugi thought that Naomi looked really pretty.

"My father insisted that I did that," Naomi awkwardly combed her fingers through her hair, "It looks strange, right? I knew I shouldn't had listened to him."

"That's not the case, you look beautiful," Tsugi assured her.

"You look gorgeous yourself, buchou," said Naomi quickly, "It's you!? Buchou, you're still with him after 5 whole years?" The green-haired girl almost jumped out of her skin when her lilac-colored eyes finally focused on Yukimura.

Yukimura raised a brow, choosing not to respond to that.

"You're the third person to say that already, Naomi," Tsugi fought back the urge to sigh.

"We hadn't expected you two to last for five years," said Leiko. Every year when she called Tsugi to wish her Happy New Year, she'd ask Tsugi if they were still together – and every year she did it with a different feeling in mind.

The first year, Leiko was surprised, she didn't expect them to persevere for a year. She shrugged it off and thought nothing of it.

The second year, Leiko was shocked – they were moving on to their third year in high school already; to think that they were still engaged in a relationship? Leiko began viewing their relationship in a different light.

The third year, she was much calmer.

By the fourth and current year, Leiko had accepted the whole affair completely. Their conversation this year went like this:

Leiko: "You're still together with Yukimura."

Tsugi: "Yeah…"

Leiko: "Understood. Happy New Year, buchou."

Tsugi: "Happy New Year too, Leiko."

It was a known fact that they weren't going to break up any time soon now, so she wasn't too surprised to see the two of them arm-in-arm. Unlike Naomi, whose hatred for Yukimura hadn't diminished, through her years of observing Yukimura in high school, Leiko had come to respect him for… him.

It was just as Naomi said. Yukimura was a wolf – and he exhibited all the qualities of a wolf. Decisive, bold, silently aggressive and along with that, complete fidelity. As the way he was in middle school, Yukimura retained his popularity in high school, but his relationship with all girls in school were purely platonic. Aside from the one rumor (which was true) about him having a girlfriend in another school, there weren't any scandals circulating around that involved Yukimura in an ambiguous relationship with a girl.

Naomi was muttering what were suspected to be German (Germany was where she was shipped off to for high school) curse words beneath her breath, when Atobe appeared behind her.

"Wakanari, your parents are looking for you," Atobe's eyes flitted over Leiko, "Please refrain from causing troubles at someone else's wedding banquet, ah-uh."

"Shut your trap, Atobe, I don't need to hear that from you," Naomi glared at the fair-skinned male, "Where are my parents?"

"It will do you good to act more courteously, Wakanari, perhaps that will make up for your pathetic excuse of an ugly face," Atobe arched an eyebrow, elegantly throwing out insults at the lilac-eyed girl.

"From a person who was called the 'Monkey King' and had his ass kicked in addition to having his hair shaved off by a boy two years his junior in middle school? Try and convince me, Atobe."

"Ore-sama will have you know that I did not get my ass kicked, mind you; your language is terribly shameful."

And there they go again.

"You should leave now," said Leiko as she pinched her forehead, "When Atobe begins using 'ore-sama', their conversation won't last any shorter than half an hour."

"Ah… okay," Tsugi nodded and glanced at them from the corner of her eye. She'd stop them if she knew both of them – unfortunately, Atobe was a stranger. The commotion over here was attracting some attention.

"We will see you around, Yoshikawa," said Yukimura.

"See you, Leiko."

"Good bye, Yukimura. Good bye, buchou," Leiko bade them farewell and took her leave, not sparing the squabble –which had already escalated to an explosive exchange of curses from a myriad of languages within the few minutes– a second glance.

After their encounter with Leiko, their subsequent time in the banquet was devoid of excitement.

Outside of the Grand Hotel, Yukimura took a detour and didn't head for the car. Instead, they went to the hotel garden which was surprisingly empty.

Tsugi's palms were turning rather sweaty – strange, because she never had a problem of sweaty palms. It'd be absurd to call it telepathy, but between Yukimura and Tsugi, they were always able to tell signs when the other person needed to say something serious.

Yukimura looked at her, and smiled when he saw her scanning the plants – he was the one who was interested in botanical knowledge here.

"You're nervous," He stated, voice silky.

"…" She paused to glance at him, not replying.

He chuckled, "I think you'll only get even more nervous with each additional thing that I say, therefore I'll make it short. Na… Tsugi, let's get married when we graduate from university."

Tsugi felt that she should had trusted her intuition a little more. How did she come to think of him as a gentle boy? He wasn't really proposing – he was making a statement, like he was certain that she wouldn't reject him. And the most infuriating thing was that – he was right. She didn't have any reason to reject him, nor did she want to reject him. Honestly, this was so unfair.

Yet, no matter what she was feeling up to this moment or the magnitude of these feelings, all the emotions bubbling up in her were reduced to a single inward sigh. Chewing on her lips, she nodded and said softly, "Yes, Seiichi."

Upon hearing her answer, Yukimura smiled even though he was already certain of it.

Tsugi was mesmerized by his smile. There weren't fireworks only dim street lamps placed couple tens of meters apart; but Yukimura's smile was so dazzling it could make up for all the light the night needed.

And then Tsugi smiled, too, not because of Yukimura's influence. She smiled because she felt whole and content; content that her future was intertwined with this man.

If it was him, she had no doubt that he'd always back her up.

Tsugi hugged Yukimura.

"Se no kimi," she murmured, feeling nostalgic all of a sudden.

"Yeah," Yukimura replied, patting her back.

"I think, the reverse could apply too," said Tsugi with a laugh.

Like he'd always be her support, she'd always be his too.

– Grand Finale –

(1) In the first place, I'm not sure if you can do this kind of double majors in Toudai, or in college at all since I myself have yet to apply for college.

Hai people, there's going to be a new story called 'Fight or Flight' where you can catch some glimpses of Yukimura and Tsugi when they are in high school. Please keep a lookout for it if you're interested :) However, please don't expect to see much of them since Yukimura and Tsugi aren't the main characters in that story. 'Fight or Flight' is a KiriharaOC friendship story anchored about Kirihara and Yukimura's little sister Kurumi who has already made a few appearances here :) The summary is as follows:

Summary: Between fight and flight, she has always chosen flight. (KiriharaOC friendship fiction)

Next, I'm going to clarify some mistakes I made regarding certain characters and details. The following is a (non-exhaustive) list of the contradictions between the setting of HTTW and the canon background that I'd like to point out.

1) Yagyuu is in fact not a speed-style player, his speed score for his U-17 camp stats is rather normal (Just comparing him and Shiraishi, Yagyuu's speed score is 2 while Shiraishi's is 4) but I only found out after I finished writing the winter training camp so… -looks up at the skies-

2) Yukimura wasn't hospitalized immediately after he fainted at the train station. He fainted in October, but was only admitted into the hospital on an extended stay during December. Fans speculate that the reason could be because Yukimura hid his conditions from his friends and relatives.

3) Nio is actually rather popular – the number of Valentines' Day chocolates he received was only second to Yukimura.

4) 'Penal Tea' was only introduced in June, when Inui was a third year.

5) Canon-wise Nationals end in August – but in HTTW, during Y1 and Y2, Nationals ended in June/July respectively.

And then… it'd be really, really nice if you could drop me a review since this is the very last chapter of HTTW. Please send me some love because I'm deprived of it at time moment. :( I've always wanted to try this tagline: If not you, then who? If not now, then when?

YES. It is a Go Green Campaign's tagline.

At the final end here, another round of thanks to everyone who read this, followed this, favourite'd this and or reviewed! Hope you've enjoyed this story :) I've been dying to proclaim this: HTTW IS OFFICIALLY OVER! Good bye and here's the promised snuggles! :D