*tries very, very hard to regain enough coherency to type out a proper comment after wibbling and melting from the sheer awesomeness*

I-I, uh, I can't say how much I love this fic. ♥ You don't even need to describe everything fully, but even with things left unsaid everything hits home. All the characters are rendered beautifully; I love your grown-up version of Akaya, Sanada is an idiot, and Atobe giving up tennis hurts in a way that I can't even describe.

But...god. It works. It all works so perfectly.

*dissolves back into incoherent happiness*