He bursts in like sunshine, too excited to even knock. "You're okay! Holyshit, you're really ALIVE!" You blink, startled. "Do I... know you?" His whole body just stops. Like someone yanked the plug out.

"It's me, Denki," he says, voice thin. "Kaminari. You used to call me 'sparkplug,' remember?" You frown, apologetic. "No. I'm sorry." He laughs, but it's too high-pitched, too hollow. "That's okay! Brain's probably just scrambled still, huh? It'll come back."

You just smile politely. He walks out of the room with a grin on his face—but his hands are in his hoodie pockets, clenched into fists so tight they're shaking. He was gonna ask you out next week. He had a whole plan. But nothing really matters right now that you don't remember him.