˜*•.𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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"...𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪..."

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"I'm sorry but...who are you guys?"

"What?!" both Baji and Chifuyu asked in disbelief.

"I feel so bad but I don't remember you guys. You seem familiar, but I can't put my finger on it..." you replied, slightly embarrassed that you couldn't remember the two boys.

"I—" Baji started, but Chifuyu cut him off.

"I'll go get the doctor. Hopefully, she can explain the situation to us. Stay here Baji." he gave his friend a warning look.

"So..." you mumbled. "I'm—"

"I know who you are," Baji interrupted.

"...okay..." you whispered, ashamed of your current state.

"Hmm. You're really not the same. The normal you would've said something feisty to me," he chuckled. It made you feel a bit better at the fact that he wasn't mad at you.

"What would I have said?" you smiled.

"Who knows what you would've said. Probably something dumb," he rolled his eyes.

"That's not very nice, Baji," you emphasized, letting his name roll off your tongue.

His heart skipped a beat at the way his name so casually flowed from your mouth.

"Pshh," he simply rolled his eyes, attempted to hide his smirk.

"Can I ask you a question?" you requested.

"You just did silly," he replied monotonously.

"Tch. Don't be like that," you sighed. "Can I just ask?"

"Fine fine," he waved his hand dismissively.

"What are we?" you looked up at him with beady eyes.

"Huh?" he almost choked on his spit at the question.

"What are we? Are we just friends? Dating? Coworkers?" you demanded to know.

"We're uh..." he looked around the room, as though the walls were going to spell out the answer.

"Got the doctor!" Chifuyu entered the room, smiling widely.

"Hi there," the same doctor from before said. You recognized her by her voice. "How are you feeling?"

"My head kind of hurts," you truthfully responded.

"That's understandable. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?" she urged.

"Um...I was having dinner with my dad and brother. We were celebrating a birthday. Maybe mine. I'm sorry. I don't remember much," you sadly spoke, twiddling your thumbs.

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