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You blinked your eyes open and squinted in the bright white light. Taking in your surroundings, you realized you were in a hospital room. There was a dull ache in your head and your figured something had happened to it for you to be here. You noticed there was a person sat in a chair next to your bed and you took them in as well.
He had seemingly fallen asleep with his head on his arms that were rested on the bed next to your hip. You could feel your left hand in his without needing to see it underneath his platinum blond hair. He wasn’t dressed like hospital staff which meant you must know him on a personal level.
You suddenly realized you had no idea who he was. You had no idea who you were for that matter. You sat up some to look around the room for something that would help trigger your memory as to who you were. Maybe your phone or clothes. You slip your hand out of his to push yourself up as you look around.
You unintentionally woke him up as you righted yourself in the bed and you saw a look of worry and relief flush his soft lavender eyes as he lifted his head up to look at you.
“Takana Mochi?” He asked gently.
You stared at him blankly as you tried to comprehend what he’d just said. You couldn’t quite understand what he meant but his expression spoke most of it. He was clearly worried about you. But the fact you had no idea what he said kind of freaked you out.
His words and tone didn’t match up and neither did the foods. You were immediately confused and scared that you had no idea what he was saying. Maybe you just weren’t fully awake yet.
“Mochi?” He asked, more concerned than last time.
You still had no idea what that meant and you didn’t want to be rude since he was clearly invested in your wellbeing. You blinked a few times as you struggled to come up with a reply.
“I— um. Do you know why I’m here? I can’t remember anything.” You ask softly, still scared and freaked out.
He tilts his head to the side and furrows his brows as if something was wrong with your response. That or he didn’t understand it.
You watch as he pulls out his phone and begins typing on it, the look of worry on his face increasing. He turns his phone around and shows you the screen.
—We were in Shibuya. You maxed out saving me from Sukuna. Do you not remember that?—
Shibuya? Was that a place you were supposed to know? Maxed out? What the hell did that mean? And who or what was Sukuna?
You had more questions than answers but you got the feeling whatever happened was big. He did say you saved him. But you still had no idea what any of that meant.
“I— I um, I don’t remember. I— I don’t know what any of that means...” You trail off into a whisper.
You watch his face fall and he pulls his phone back to type on it more before showing you the screen once again.
—Do you remember anything at all? Do you know who I am?—
You sadly shake your head. “I don’t even know who I am.”
You watch as tears prick his sad lavender eyes and you feel extremely guilty for not knowing. Not that you could help it but you got the impression he’s pretty important to you since he was waiting for you to wake up. You really didn’t want to upset him.
“I’m sorry I—” You start, not even knowing what to apologize for but not wanting him to be sad more than anything.
—I’m sorry I can’t talk to you. But I can type to you. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I really want you to remember—
You didn’t know why he couldn’t speak aside from food but you honestly didn’t care. You could still communicate and more importantly, he could help you remember.
“That’s okay. Just tell me everything. I don’t remember anything at all. Like what I look like or my name or anything.” You ramble quickly, panic rising in your chest again.
He types for quite a while before handing you the phone back. Your name is typed up at the very top of the page.
Y/N
Not ringing any bells.
You continued reading and the first of several paragraphs is a detailed description of what you look like and your personality.
The second and third paragraphs explain these things called curses and that not only can you see them, a rare thing in itself, but you have like a superpower that can help you exorcise them. You go to a school where you are learning about them and training.
The final paragraphs inform you about what happened for you to end up in the hospital. A lot of this part didn’t make sense to you but apparently you were pretty badass since you had saved not only him, but a bunch of other people too.
You take a bit to fully absorb the information before you get curious about him. He never explained himself but he clearly knew you pretty well due to the description of your personality.
“Tell me about you?” You ask softly.
He takes his phone back and types less than he did last time before handing it back.
—I’m Toge. We met on our first day at Jujutsu Tech. I knew you for a year before you kinda confessed to liking me. I love onigiri and since I can’t talk conventionally, I speak in onigiri ingredients. I have my own little language with it and you were the first person who ever asked me to sit down and teach it to you. You are absolutely amazing and perfect and I’m so lucky to have you in my life but I might be a little biased since I’m your boyfriend —
Your boyfriend? Well you didn’t exactly have any complaints about that since you thought he was really cute.
Before you could reply to his message, you heard the door to your room open and you looked over to see a nurse walking in.
“Good afternoon sweetheart. How are you feeling?” She asks gently.
“My head hurts a little but it’s not bad. Just like a mild throbbing headache feeling. I- I don’t remember anything is the issue. He’s explaining things to me though.” You tell the nurse.
“You were in a coma for almost a week so it might take you a bit to remember. Don’t worry about that too much darling.” She reassures.
“I was out for a week? Well no wonder I don’t remember. That’s kinda relieving.” You sigh.
“We will need you to keep us updated on your memory. Unfortunately there is a small chance the memory loss will be long term or permanent. I’ll be by to check on you in a few hours but please call for me if your headache worsens.” She explains.
“I’ll keep you updated as best I can, I promise.” You agree.
“Good.” The nurse pats you on the shoulder before leaving.
You take a deep breath and sit back in the bed a bit, tilting your head back and taking a second to process the information.
She said there’s only a small chance you won’t remember everything so you probably just need a couple days and to ask a ton of questions. Then it will all be back to normal and life will be fine.
As you lay there, staring at the white ceiling, you feel Toge reach over and gently hold your hand. It was weird knowing he was your boyfriend that you didn’t remember at all but it was comforting so you grasped his hand in return as your mind raced.
Through all the thoughts scattered in your mind, you were scared more than anything. You got the feeling you had a really good life and you felt a nagging in the back of your mind.
You HAVE to remember.
You WILL remember.
You got discharged from the hospital the next day, Toge having stayed with you the whole rest of the day and sleeping on the couch next to your bed. A car came to pick the two of you up and drove you back to campus. The campus was really beautiful and you enjoyed the ride, holding Toge’s hand the whole time. You were really glad you had someone you were this close to that you could rely on.
Back at the dorms all of your friends and roommates were waiting for you in the living room and a red-headed girl immediately leapt off the couch and wrapped you in a hug. Based upon her reaction and how she held you, you assumed she was your best friend.
“I’m so glad you’re alive.” She whispers into your shoulder.
“I, I still don’t remember but I get the feeling you’re my best friend.” You reply softly.
“Nobara. But you just call me Bara most of the time.” She reintroduces after pulling out of the hug.
“I like that.” You smile at her.
“I love it.” She echoes.
Everyone else comes over and gives you a hug, reminding you who they are and recounting fond memories with you. You have a lot of people in your life and they all care about you more than you expected them to.
Toge lead you off to your room to hopefully trigger some memories. You certainly like the room and the subtle familiarity of it but you get frustrated at the fact you still don’t remember.
You request some time to yourself and Toge agrees under the terms he can come check on you later or you text him soon. You tell him you will and he leaves after giving you a quick hug. You lock the door behind him and sigh, resting your forehead against it for a second.
For the next several hours, you sit on your bed going through your phone, reading text messages, looking through photos, checking out social media and generally scouring your phone for anything to trigger even the smallest memory. You get tired eventually and text Toge that you’re gonna take a nap and will let him know when you wake up.
Your nap is filled with tidbits of memories, blurry images, and muffled voices but it is comforting nonetheless. You were remembering. Slowly but you were.
The only thing you truly remembered was one snippet of your life with Toge. It was the day you had confessed to him actually. You don’t remember all of what you said, your confession having been longwinded and rambled but you remember the most important part.
“And yeah. I like you. A lot.” You finish rambling.
You worked up the nerve to look at him and you saw his lavender eyes were wide but seemingly pleased. He looks almost relieved in a way as well. His expression was hard to read but you could tell it wasn’t negative at least.
After staring at each other like deer in headlights, he suddenly yanks down the high collar of his sweater and cups your cheek, swiftly but gently leaning in and kissing you.
Your eyes widened for a second before you melted into him. You could feel the cursed energy from the marks on his cheeks and tongue and the kiss felt, quite literally, electric. The two of you slowly parted, half lidded and mesmerized eyes looking into the others.
The two of you slowly came back to reality and he smiled at you, cheeks dusted pink as he gently tilted your chin up to maintain eye contact.
“Okome.” He whispered and for the first time ever, you didn’t have to ask him the definition of the new word.
“I love you too.” You reply softly, moving your arms to pull him into a hug.
After replaying the memory in your head several times, hanging onto every miniscule detail, you grabbed your phone and texted Toge. You had no idea what to tell him aside from a ‘hey I’m up from my nap’ or something similar but then the perfect idea hit you.
—Okome—
Your message was simple and seconds after sending it, your heard pounding footsteps down the hallway. Leaping out of bed, you yanked open your door and practically fell into Toge’s arms. The two of you stood in your doorway, holding the other as tight as possible for god knows how long. After pulling back some, he looks into your eyes, his gaze intense but relieved that you had clearly remembered something at the very least.
You watch his gaze flick from your eyes to your lips and back, asking permission to kiss you. You nodded gently and reached up, pulling down the collar of his sweater and connecting your lips. It felt exactly how you remembered in your dream and was honestly better than you could have expected.
Once you parted, he gently rested his forehead against yours, his eyes scanning yours for something you couldn’t figure out. You didn’t care what he was trying to read you for, you were busy getting lost in his lavender eyes that you would happily lose your memory again and again for.
He reaches up to cup your cheek and kisses you once again, deeper and with more intent than the first. You eagerly reciprocate and reach one of your hands up to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Get a room you two!” You suddenly hear shouted from down the hallway followed by an obnoxious wolf whistle.
You both pull back, you embarrassed and Toge annoyed as you look over to see who scolded you.
Panda.
Yuji was stood next to him and you assumed he was responsible for the whistle.
“Ikura.” Toge mutters before gently guiding you backwards into your room.
You giggle at his clear curse, not needing to know his language to understand what he meant. ‘Assholes’
“Don’t be too loud!” Yuji calls as Toge closes your door behind him.
Toge rolls his eyes and smirks at you, lightly chuckling at your friend’s antics. You pull him closer to you for a hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck and squeezing him as tight as you could.
You still didn’t remember much but you were sure of one thing.
You were home.