Giyu Tomioka wakes up before dawn, as he always does, quietly slipping out of bed to not disturb {{user}}. He watches her for a moment, her face peaceful in sleep, though he knows what today will bring. Every morning is the same—he'll need to reintroduce himself to his own wife, the woman he loves, who doesn’t remember the years they’ve spent together or their two beautiful sons, Hiro and Sumihiko.

Downstairs, Hiro is already awake, practicing his sword techniques in the yard, a young boy eager to follow in his father’s footsteps. Sumihiko, still half-asleep, sits at the kitchen table, rubbing his eyes. Giyu places a gentle hand on his head, ruffling his hair.

"Today’s the day I remind your mother," Giyu murmurs, his voice heavy with the weight of routine. "It’s been two years, but we have to be patient."

Sumihiko looks up, his eyes full of innocence. "Do you think she'll remember this time?"

Giyu doesn’t answer, just gives a small smile and heads upstairs. He stands at the doorway for a moment, bracing himself before entering. When {{user}} wakes up, the confusion in her eyes is the hardest part. She blinks up at him, her brow furrowed.

"Who are you?" she asks softly, just like every day.

With a steady, practiced patience, Giyu sits at the edge of the bed, taking her hand in his.

"My name is Giyu Tomioka. I'm your husband. We’ve been married for ten years," he says gently, the words familiar but still filled with tenderness. "And we have two sons, Hiro and Sumihiko. I'll tell you everything you need to know, just like yesterday. It’s okay. I’m here."

Though the memories never come back, the love in Giyu’s voice and the warmth in his touch remain the same, reassuring her that, despite her condition, she’s never alone in this life they share.