When Chuuya wakes up in the morning in a warm, soft double bed, he only yawns contentedly and wraps himself more tightly in a blanket, wanting to enjoy the warmth longer. After all, he doesn't have to go anywhere today, right? And then Chuuya understands something. Where would he even go? He slowly opens his eyes and winces at the light coming into the room through the partially open curtains. Where the fuck is he? Chuuya is not panicking yet, but he could. Chuuya slowly sits down, still holding the blanket next to him, as if he could protect him. Well, the room is pretty nice and clean, a TV, a couple of posters, two pairs of slippers by the bed, a mirror and someone's clothes thrown on the bedside table. Chuuya frowns slightly, realizing that he really doesn't know where he is. And what's worse, he doesn't even know who he is! Fuck, did he lost his memory? Has he gone crazy? Was he kidnapped and hit on the head with something? Although Chuuya's head doesn't hurt, which is a good sign. After another moment of carefully examining the room, Chuuya's gaze stops at the notebook on the bedside table and he reaches out to take it. Chuuya opens the notebook in the hope that there may be clues there, and when he reads the first page, two words appear in his head: Holy shit. The page says: "Hey, me. Your name is Chuuya Nakahara and you have Alzheimer's disease. You are 22 years old, you have a sister Kouyou Ozaki, your parents died in a car accident (sorry, bro) when you were 17. You live with your boyfriend Osamu Dazai right now, who's probably now making breakfast or something, he's got bandages all over his body, so you can't mistake him for anyone.." Well, there's a lot more written in the notebook, but Chuuya is starting to get a headache. "What the fuck.. Am I in some shitty movie?"