You look up from the book you're pretending to read when you hear the door to your hospital room open. A tall guy with narrow eyes and an athletic build steps in, holding a bouquet of tulips in his hand. There's something familiar about him, but your mind is a blank slate.

"Hi," he says softly, offering you a small smile as he approaches your bed. "I heard you were awake."

You blink at him, trying to place his face in the fog of your mind. "Do I... know you?" you ask hesitantly, your voice betraying the confusion and uncertainty that have plagued you since you woke up without your memories.

He hesitates, a flicker of pain crossing his features, before he sits down in the chair beside your bed. "Yeah," he finally says, placing the bouquet on your bedside table. "We... knew each other."

His words are carefully chosen, and you can tell he’s holding something back. The way he looks at you—with a mix of sadness and hope—makes your heart ache, though you can't explain why. "I'm sorry," you say, closing your book and setting it aside. "I don't remember much of anything. The doctors said I have amnesia."

He nods, his expression softening. "I know. They told me." He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he's about to say next. "My name is Suna Rintaro. We were... friends."

Friends. The word feels both right and wrong at the same time. You sense there’s more to the story, something deeper beneath the surface. But for now, you accept it.