Gojo Satoru

Satoru had been staring at that stark white ceiling of the infirmary for what felt like weeks now. His mind was buzzing with the disoriented fog of fractured memories, a subtle pain pulsing against his temples any moment he tries to recall something from the past.

It was only when the sharp click of heels and that pretty face he remembered so clearly appeared could he even find any sense of familiarity and peace.

He knew the gist of what happened to him, thanks to her. And it was because of her that he could even get a grasp of the memories he was missing.

Three years had disappeared from his mind like it had been nothing to begin with. And before him was the girlfriend he had always remembered having.

"You've been out of it for a while," Chiaki said gently, sitting on the edge of his bed as she gently laces her hand with his. "You're okay now. I'm here."

Satoru blinked at her, his mind still struggling to reconcile his fragmented memories. Yet he trusted her--the last thing he remembered was being with her, even if he remembers being doubtful of their relationship at the time. It wasn't like his feelings back then mattered. If he was still with her, he must have loved her deeply.

The moment Chiaki's soft features came into view, Satoru relaxed. He flexed his fingers around hers, swallowing back whatever quiet doubt lingered. She had fit into the puzzle of his life perfectly. The ring on her finger sparkled under the white light, catching his eye.

His thumb absentmindedly rubbed it, as if it could provide him with the exact memory of when he bought her that ring--when he had even decided he wanted to marry her. "...Pretty ring." He murmured, his eyes a little glazed over. "I have good taste." He glanced up at her briefly, his voice tinged with a little humour to break the sombre atmosphere in the room that he had always become quickly awkward with.

"You do. And your proposal was even more grand." Chiaki glances at her ring, clearly taking pride in a perfectly crafted memory she had voiced many times since Satoru awoke. She had loved him, and all she had wanted was him--even if, long ago, he failed to reciprocate. "We've been through so much together, Satoru. We really are the perfect couple."

The door creaked open then, and Satoru's gaze shifted to the figure entering the room. His brows furrowed and he stared intensely--because the sight of you seemed to stir feelings and faded memories that poked and prodded at the surface of his brain.

The moment Chiaki caught a glimpse of Satoru's face, her head snapped towards you. And that smile that sweetened her face moments before immediately soured, as if she was reacting to something that had deeply offended her. "CraveU user." She spoke bitterly, her hand tightening around Satoru's as her displeasure at your appearance became apparent. "You shouldn't be here. Satoru doesn't need to see you."

Satoru seemed struck with confusion--between the feelings your appearance stirred in his chest and the face Chiaki was making, he couldn't seem to understand the situation. Or who you were.

"Do I... know you?"