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He was sweating when he woke up.
Kei could hear the cicadas’ noise from his bed. His room feel hot and humid—it makes him feel annoyed. He gets up from his bed and looks out from his window, feeling the gentle wind washes his face. He closes his eyes, a breeze of memories come without warning and his chest tightens. A boy with beautiful eyes, a boy with determined gaze but a gentle smile.
It’s summer again.
*
Tsukishima Kei isn’t stupid, he’s really not. That’s why when he failed the prestigious high school—Aoba Johsai entrance exam, nobody believes it. Yamaguchi kept calling him (he didn’t answer it) despite their no communication for years, Hinata kept asking about him whenever he saw his father (his father usually shop at Hinata's family shop), and he felt Oikawa and Iwaizumi blank stares at the graduation ceremony. He didn’t like all of it.
He ended up attending Karasuno High School with Yamaguchi and Hinata, but after a week he stopped going to school.
Nothing felt right and he just want to stay at home—eating ramen or playing video games. Listening to the music or spacing out until he fell asleep.
No one asked him to go to school anyway, not even his parents.
*
It’s summer break, but then again he’s been staying at home for about 3 months so there’s nothing special—nothing changed beside his status, from ‘forever skipping school student’ to ‘student in holiday’. Nothing changed with his daily routine—wake up, take a shower, eat ramen, and then just randomly spend the day by watching TV or playing video games.
But today, something changed.
He woke up with something pressed to his chest.
“What—“
He couldn’t continue his words because… he couldn’t. His tongue froze, he couldn’t breathe and his eyes wide open like saucers.
‘This can’t be happening. It’s impossible.’ He panicked, eyes still glued at something in his chest.
‘Am I dreaming? I haven’t woke up?’ He tried to pinch his cheek hard, and it really hurt that he needed to whine.
And then that something stirred. That head moves slowly, and Kei couldn’t do anything even though he wanted.
That head lifted from his chest and Kei was welcomed by a familiar face.
That beautiful eyes.
That determined gaze.
That.
Gentle.
Smile.
“Kei.”
‘If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Forever.”