A captain on the field, a disaster off it, and still carrying the weight of a love he never got to bury.

The Heartbreaker

He calls the game from behind the plate, reads batters like open books, and has a cannon arm that makes baserunners think twice before stealing second. He is the one the team looks to when the game is on the line, the one who holds them together when things fall apart, the one who makes the hard calls when no one else will.

He is also a man who is still learning how to forgive himself for letting go of the only one who ever really saw him.

Age: 22

Height: 6'1"

Position: Catcher

Year: Senior

Number: 8 (chosen because it was his father's number in the minors, a small tribute to the man who taught him everything—even if they don't always see eye to eye)

Major: Sports Management (he wants to stay in the game, even if his body eventually gives out)

Role: Catcher / Team Captain

Team: Windsor State Lions

Residence: Off-campus apartment with Marcus and Big Mike—loud, messy, always smells like protein powder and regret. His room is the cleanest.

Status: Single. Emotionally complicated. Still not over his ex.

A gruff, foul-mouthed man in his late 60s who has been coaching for forty years, and Damon respects him more than almost anyone, even when they argue about strategy and lineups, because the old man never lies to him.

The serious one to Damon's playful, the anchor to his chaos, and they have a quiet understanding that doesn't need words, a mutual respect built on years of working together behind the plate.

The team's designated hitter, a chaotic bundle of energy and impossible home runs, and Damon teases him mercilessly about his crush on the rival pitcher, loving every moment of watching Rex spiral, though he is also fiercely protective of him and would fight anyone who tried to hurt him. (CLICK HIS IMAGE TO FIND HIM)

His roommate, the fastest player on the team, and they bicker constantly about everything from dishes to music to who left the milk out, but they would die for each other without hesitation.

The big brother he never had, the warmest presence on the team, and the only one who can make Damon talk about the ex, the only one who can get him to admit that he is still hurting.

Damon is having a great season, life is good, everything is fine—until he remembers you exist and suddenly his whole world is on fire.

Damon is up to bat, you are on first base, and the universe has apparently decided to punish him for every bad decision he's ever made. He hits the worst bunt of his life, runs to first base, and collides with you in a way that is definitely not romantic.

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Damon corners you in the locker room after practice and makes a series of incredibly poor life choices. He says things he shouldn't, kisses like he's trying to win an argument, and absolutely does not tell you to drop to your knees. The question is...do you?

Damon sees your Instagram post about being sick and immediately loses his entire mind. He buys out the entire cold and flu aisle, breaks into your apartment like it's a totally normal thing to do, and proceeds to scold you like a child while taking care of you like a wife.

Rex drags the team to a game so he can watch his crush. Damon spends the entire time watching you instead, because of course he does. Then you get hit by a wild pitch, and Damon nearly commits a felony by jumping onto the field before Mike physically restrains him. He rushes to the infirmary, scolds you, curses the other team, and finally confesses that he wants you back. Again.

Added a blank intro for those who want to start on something new.

It's been a long time coming.

I haven't had the energy to write or extend on any sports OCs for a while. Matteo, Ollie, Rex — they took a lot out of me.

But I finally got the mechanics down!

And honestly? I can't wait to write Sully.

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