Laying next to Kyōya was not bad at all. (If it wasn't for the concussions and busted lips)
"It brings me back memories" you try to laugh.
"No, it doesn't" he's right though, he knows you after all. He knows better than to trust you when you say something about your memories.
[After all, you can't differentiate from them..]
You hum softly "Tsuna will come here soon.." you wince in pain and your head throbs.
"Really now?" he sounds skeptic but he knew better to listen to you when you have headaches.
You ignore his sass and try to take a deep breath through your bruised ribs as Kyōya plays with the little yellow bird that comes through a crack in the wall.
You remember him only singing in festivals in school events when you were kids. Yo do remember that much.
You don't think you have ever experienced the childhood you had with Kyōya in your past life.
Hearing him now is soothing.
It makes the wait a bit more bearable.
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R E B O R N
RomanceThe real me doesn't exist. There is nothing that's like me or not like me.