From what Tadashi could remember, he has always been an anxious person. His childhood was a blur yet he still remembered the panic when getting shoved randomly, the jitters of being stared at and the almost empty feeling in the pit of his stomach when hearing people talk behind his back.
He has never really forgotten any of it, he just grew around, until it was small, untouchable, mundane.
Going back to school was no exceptions to this anxiety. Tadashi clasps the strap of his bag tight when walking to his school, taking the usual route, the scenery oozing with familiarity. Karasuno wasn't that far but he took his time, in peace as he took in the serene feeling that was overtaking his anxiety.
Missing all those months was for sure the downside of it all. He was burried in school work and mysterious letters all in his shoe locker. With a raised eyebrow, he was quite flabbergasted at the amount of letters. How dedicated. He piled them up neatly before entering his outdoor shoes, making a mental note to read them today, curious as to what words the mysterious sender holds.
Coming into class, he greets the usual people he had formed a connection with somehow, whether it'd be group works or study groups. He then sat in his usual spot. From what little he can remember, it was next to a blonde guy, with quite the disinterested face despite his crisp uniform, with prim and proper posture. He didn't bother to communicate further for the class has already started.
With their teacher's ongoing lecture, Tadashi felt quite uneasy when his blonde seatmate started staring at him with disbelief in his face— it reminded him of the stares. Shivering at the thought, he was quite good at feigning ignorance. He was going to make it through class then leave for lunch. His game plan was thoroughly decided.
Tadashi hastily move to finish packing up some of his things as the bell for the lunch hour has loudly announced its arrival. That was until, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Yamaguchi, I'm sorry," In confusion, he tilted his head. Is he saying sorry for staring? I guess he was self-aware, no? A lot of puzzling things have really been happening to him today.
"Eh? What for?" Tadashi questions, wodering which situation he could be apologizing for. Makes him truly wonder how he doesn't even have an idea of who he was talking to, not even his name. Were they new to Karasuno? That wouldn't make sense if they already know me, though.
"For just, everything," This confuses him even further. Who even is this person?! Why couldn't he remember anything that involves him?
"I'm not quite sure on what you're talking about," He gives an awkward smile, and a laugh that comes with it, "I don't really.. know you?"
"Are you lying, Tadashi..?" Kei was taken aback, was he playing a game with him? If so, this really isn't the time since he's apologizing. Kei looked down into his eyes, not a single lie nor malice that he could detect from Tadashi. Not a single one.
Taking that into account, did Tadashi just randomly forget about him? What happened after they took him away from training camp?
"I'm really sorry, my memories are still quite blurry and some of them aren't back to me yet.. I don't even know your name," Tadashu gently brings up, turning his back on Kei as he carries his lunch, on the way to where Koushi was.
"Tsukishima.. The name's Tsukishim Kei." Hearing that, Tadashi spared him a glance before stepping out of the classroom, feeling everything and anything all at once. He had to get out of there. And so, he ran. Until his lungs started throbbing.
Tadashi headed towards the third years' building, desperately wanting to find Koushi. He searched far to see the familiar light-grey hair in the sea of foreign faces. He needed solace, and that solace is through Koushi.
He practically brightened up when he spotted him, having lunch with his other seniors, Daichi and Asahi. He slowly made his way before sitting nearby, not wanting to disrupt their conversation which was filled with senior high jargon.
When he saw the chance, Tadashi sat himself beside Koushi, poking his upperclassman.
"Suga-san.. I met someone today," Tadashi let out a small, uneasy chuckle as he rests his head down onto the table infront of him, gently sighing. For some odd reason, his head was throbbing when thinking of that encounter. And then, he remembers. That was the person that they were telling him about, Tsukishima Kei.
Tadashi, still conflicted, felt more reactive when he gave a good thought on remembering that name. It wasn't just a mental reaction but it was also getting a physical response from him. He was tense and nervous, he felt utterly distressed. It was just a name, why is it bringing this much response?
Though, there is one more thing he was feeling when the name was brought up, he was infuriated. His mind was filled with pure sadness and irritation— yet it was frustrating that he didn't know who the blonde really was and he's already feeling awful about him. He's conscious of all of these things yet... the only information he knew about him was the given one, he's Tsukishima Kei.
