Kuroko no Basket One Shots - One More Shot

Amnesia - Kasamatsu

Here's something I rarely do - a POV from Kasamatsu ヽ( ' ▽ ' )ノ

| Yukio Kasamatsu |

Who are you?

Who am I? I'm him. The man you see when you go to sleep and when you open your eyes to greet the sunrise. I'm the man who makes your day with a kiss and holds you close when your not sure about anything in your life.

Do you remember? Huh, what am I thinking, of course you wouldn't. When we first met you were unconscious. But if that doesn't count then we first met while you were trying to get a grip on the reality that you had broken both your arm and leg. You chased the doctor out with your bag and almost fainted when you saw me sleeping on the couch.

I wish you could remember. Not the broken bones - I mean, I don't want you to ever feel that pain ever, but I guess you're back in that situation. I wish you could remember our first meeting.

How did I find you unconscious? Well, you fell down a flight of stairs. It was at school and you were sprawled on the floor with your head bleeding and your arm in a weird position. After you woke up, you told me you were pushed by a group of girls who thought you flirted with every guy in the grade. They pushed you but you only ended up banging the side of you head on the banister. You had only fallen down three steps and so they kicked you and you went all the way down.

H-Hey, why do you look like you're about to cry?! It's going to be okay, they haven't bothered you in a while. Why? Because you became my girlfriend.

I didn't confess to you when we first met, I was too scared. But the day after you fell I went straight up to those girls and yelled so hard I got pulled away by some guys.

What did I say to them? I said, 'What's wrong with you girls? She doesn't flirt with everyone, she's just beautiful.' My face turned so red.

I really hope you get better. I really hope you'll be able to remember everything. Everyone's worried. I'm worried. I really hope you'll remember all the times we spent together and all the memories we made - even the bad ones.

You're tired? Alright, I'll leave. Hey, don't forget this -

I love you.