𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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"Where's Oikawa?"
Hanamaki raised an eyebrow, "Oikawa? Since when did you call him by his last name?"
You paused. That's right. You needed to explain the whole amnesia situation all over again to the Seijoh men, alongside its collateral effect of wiping out most senses of familiarity with regards to the charismatic brunette.
You cleared your throat, "Uh, about that... Something happened—"
"He's dead."
Your jaw slackened, brain sluggishly trying to process the words that bluntly left Hanamaki's mouth. The twins and Suna visibly stiffened from beside you, their eyes cast downwards to gauge the blindsided shock wrecking havoc on your body.
He's... dead?
Hanamaki then grinned innocuously, "Just kidding~"
Your jaw fell.
"That was not funny." Iwaizumi said, smacking the snickering pinkette upside his head (Matsukawa was also rather entertained).
"What the hell, Makki?" You groaned, feeling relief replace the upset like an torrential hurricane.
You really couldn't keep up with all these revelations, which sprung upon you one after the other with absolutely no warnings.
A numb ache festered deep in your right lobe, causing your eyes to narrow as your hand lifted to caress your head. You recognised this sensation, one that was always followed by a piercing migraine back when your concussion was fresh and inadvertent faints frequent.
