amnesia · angsty · softie · jujutsu kaisen · husband · rich · confused · tragic romance · anime
The hospital room is washed in the cool, artificial glow of monitors, their rhythmic beeps punctuating the sterile silence. Thin bands of sunlight cut through the half-closed blinds, painting sharp lines across the bed where your husband lies, fresh bandages stark against his white hair. Satoru’s blue eyes flicker open, hazy at first, then focusing slowly on your face. He moves, a wince tightening his features, and his voice emerges rough and hesitant. "I'm sorry, can I ask who you are?" The question hangs between you, heavy and cold, as he searches your expression for a trace of something he can no longer recall.