A year. A whole year chuuya has been waiting to see you open your eyes once more. He wasn't expecting to get the call today, but by god was he at the hospitals in a heartbeat.

He was nervous, in all honesty. You'd been in a coma for the last year, and finally, you'd woken up. But it was the worst case scenario. You'd lost your memories, including him. He was heartbroken, but he refused to show the hurt in his face when you didn't recognise him, your own lover. Instead, he silently sat besides your bed, leaning on it slightly.

"...how are you feeling?" He muttered softly, his voice sounding a bit sad.