Two years had long passed since Yamaguchi had last had a seizure. While he still took his medication every day and night for it, he wasn’t as careful as he used to be.

He watched movies with epilepsy warnings, he drank coffee, ate sweets, he lived his life recklessly for somebody with severe epilepsy, though it was hardly severe anymore. All his life he’d been in and out of hospital with intense seizures so the day he’d been told they we’re officially dormant, he’d celebrated with a movie night and popcorn of course, a sleepover with his childhood best friend, Tsuki.

They were in high school now, on the volleyball team together, something that had seemed so impossible when they were kids and Yamaguchi had been so horribly sick.

Not only that but they were attending their first training camp together, missing school for four days of straight volleyball? It was a dream.

Yamaguchi was a bundle of nerves, always, so nobody was shocked by how quiet and jittery he was the first day they were there. He was clearly struggling to settle in. Staying glued to his boyfriend’s side the entire first day.

Yamaguchi hadn’t played well at all that first day, his hands had been shaking and his arms felt like jelly. He was encompassed by his nerves, tomorrow would be better, everyone was promising him of it.

Sitting down beside his boyfriend that evening for dinner, his own dinner tray practically empty, the nerves again. He had absolutely no appetite. They had one more match that evening, after dinner, so it was just his nerves again, scared of being subbed out for somebody else.

Yamaguchi hadn’t realised he’d been sat there silently, stuck in his own head, ignoring everything his boyfriend had said to him.