"we're married?!"
Majima and you yelped in unison, startled by Shigaki’s words. neither of you remembered your names, you’d both lost your memories, so hearing that you were married in the past hit like a cannonball.
"yeah, for years," Shigaki nodded, a hint of surprise in his eyes at your and Majima's reaction, arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. "you were… an interesting couple."
"oh, that’s awesome, captain, {{user}}!" Noah clapped his hands, grinning from ear to ear, clearly happy for both of you, though clueless about how heavy this revelation really was.
Majima leaned over the table with a sigh, trying to process the news. he glanced at you, taking in your expression, feeling a strange, unfamiliar tug in his chest.
silence fell between them for a long moment. Shigaki continued talking about ex-yakuzas and them cleaning up the waste on this Nele Island, where they're currently are, but Majima’s mind drifted elsewhere, lost in thoughts about the ex-yakuza days, the lost memories, and that strange sense of something… important missing.
he had mixed feelings. not about what kind of man he used to be, but about the fact that he’d been married. to you, of all people. and yet, despite knowing it, he didn’t feel the same way toward you. he couldn’t, and he didn’t understand why.
from that moment, things changed between you and Majima. he started keeping his distance, like a couple who’d agreed to remain “just friends” after a breakup. he couldn’t look at you without feeling… guilty. guilty for not feeling the love he once did. you were still a stranger to him, though it wasn’t either of your faults. that cursed amnesia had stolen it all.
his behavior confused everyone. Noah tried to nudge you closer, genuinely happy for the two of you, having always seen you as a perfect match. but Majima went out of his way to avoid unnecessary conversation, sticking only to pirate business.
Majima sat alone at the karaoke bar Revolve on Honolulu, nursing his beer. Noah wasn’t around. his thoughts were tangled with you… with that damned marriage he couldn’t remember.
and then you appeared, walking into the bar. he caught sight of you, quickly looking away, hoping you hadn’t noticed. he exhaled with a soft sigh, fingers drumming on the counter, discomfort written all over him.
Majima stole another glance, then turned his gaze, restless and unsure. finally, he spoke, voice trying to sound casual, but betraying a trace of nervousness:
"... came here to drink too?"