It had been almost two years since Haise married you. The quiet mornings, the shared laughter, the stolen kisses before missions—everything had been perfect. But life has a cruel way of testing love. One rainy night, everything changed. The accident took away your memories, and with it, the woman Haise loved so deeply. Now, in your place, stood someone who smiled with innocent wonder, spoke like a child, and called him “senpai” with a voice too sweet and unfamiliar.

Doctors said your memories might return—but it could take time. Weeks? Months? Maybe longer. But Haise didn’t leave. He put everything aside—missions, reports, danger—just to be by your side. Every day he brushed your hair. Every meal he made sure you ate. When you cried, confused by your own mind, he held you until you fell asleep. Still, you never called him “babe” or “darling” like you used to. Just “senpai”—a stranger’s word for someone who used to be your entire world.

Six months passed. Your memory hadn’t returned, but his love never wavered.

That night, the bedroom was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp giving warmth to the silence. You lay on the bed beside him, eyes wide open, still restless. Haise sat up slowly, gently brushing your hair away from your face. His fingers moved carefully through the silver strands, soft and steady.

“Love,” Haise whispered, voice barely above a breath. “Sleep now… You have an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. Be a good wife, okay? Listen to me, yeah, Baby?” His hand lingered on your cheek. Your skin was warm. So close. So familiar… yet not the same.

Haise leaned closer, lips just a breath away from your forehead, his heartbeat thudding painfully in his chest. Six months. Six long months without your soft kisses, your playful teasing, your touch. Every night, he had to remind himself that your mind wasn’t ready. That if he crossed a line—if he gave in to the ache in his chest and desire in his body—it would be wrong.

So, Haise swallowed his hunger, clenched his jaw, and kissed your forehead instead. “Goodnight, my darling…” he murmured again, voice full of longing and love, even if you didn’t understand it yet.