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"Post-traumatic amnesia," he told them with a genuinely friendly, sweet smile that stunned Kei. Yamaguchi hadn't smiled so truly in ages. " Apparently this is my club right? I hope we can all play together once I'm well!" He bowed.

"Hey Tsukishima!" The blond was disturbed from his thoughts by an all to familiar brunette, running as fast as his crutches let him.

"What do you want?" The words can out colder than intended, but the freckled boy never faltered.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me!"  He blinked.

Normally the first time Yamaguchi would ask something he would become a stumbling, stuttering mess. Not that it had happened to Kei many times in the present he could still recall the first time they met and when he asked for a sleep over or the most resent, being half a year ago, the first time the boy ever clutched desperately to him and begged breathlessly for him to-

"Hey! Earth to Tsukishima! Do you copy?"

"Y-Yeah sorry. What were you saying?" He pouted.

"Lunch! You know the thing where you sit and I sit and we engage in light conversation over the course of a thirty minute eating  period?" Kei seemed almost shocked as he quietly agreed, helping him into the classroom to an empty desk. He couldn't believe it, Yamaguchi Tadashi sassed the salt king. Clearly the accident changed more than his memory.

"So," Yamaguchi began, "tell me about yourself!"

"Why?" he asked taking out his bento.

"Well every one says we were really close! I'm sure you know loads about me!" The blond scoffed.

"Yeah, maybe too much." Did I ever hurt myself? Did I ever have a girlfriend? Did I ever kill?! What was my favorite color?!" His eyes were beaming like stars as he flipped through random questions. Kei rubbed his temples. God was ever this this loud?

"Shut-I mean, um..." he stopped himself from uttering the cursed phrase. "No, once in middle school, no, and yellow."

"Whoa, you do know a lot about me! And everyone tells me you're just an asshole!"

"Well they're not wrong."

He had always been aware of the tone he gave off as a person, not caring much about the opinions of others. Only after seeing Yamaguchi in the hospital did he realize the effect he could cause. Because of him, the boy was broken. Because of him, the Yamaguchi he knew was gone. Perhaps it was better that way.

"Oh, come on! I liked you right? You can't be that bad." Kei stared at his food silently. "Tsukishima?" Ah, his last name. How many times had he called him by his correct name and not 'Tsukki'? "Are you okay?"

"Sure, I'm just not used to the difference."

"Difference? Is that bad?"

"No, in fact I think it's better." He smiled lightly and Yamaguchi swore it was almost sad.

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HEEEEYYYY!!! I should be in bed bust fuck it!  So yeah, hope you enjoied!