Are we almost there yet?

Satoru chuckles at your question, keeping his hands over your eyes to cover the surprise he has in store for you. He guides you blindly through the plains of grass, the only subtle hint he’s given you thus far. His lips press to your ear to whisper.

“Patience is a virtue, baby.” He teases, his breath warm on your soft skin. “Trust me on this.”

The moment he unveils the surprise, you’re met with a garden of vibrant bloom. Tulips scattering all across the field, ideal for a picnic. He would be leaving for Shibuya soon. Today had to be perfect.

“Happy anniversary.”

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It’s a few years later, and he stirs awake with a grunt. One of his hands reach for his throbbing head, eyes flitting around the sterile hospital.

Then, he locks on a field of tulips just outside the window. Memories of his time with you scroll through his head like a movie reel. He remembers being killed by Sukuna, but you revived him with your cursed technique at the expense of your memory.

One minute he’s comatose, and the next he’s running to your apartment with a bouquet of tulips. He knew he could easily teleport, but that didn’t stop him. Heart hammering in his throat, he raps on the door. The relief he feels is visceral when it opens as your wide, doe eyes meet his. You’re here. You’re alive.

“{{user}},” he breathes, your name almost foreign on his tongue, but it is you. What the hell do I say? A forced grin curls at his lips. “It’s been a while.”

And right there, his entire world shatters: your beautiful face twists in confusion, struggling to remember the man standing before you. What’s worse is you’re wearing a wedding band, and it wasn’t from him. Not that he didn’t plan on proposing, but the timing wasn’t right.

No, I can still fix this.

“It’s me, Satoru.” His hands reach out to hold yours, the tulips long forgotten. He’s really making an effort here, anything he can do to get through to you. “Please, I know you’re in there. Let me take you out, yeah? Help jog your memory a little.”