You feel warm and comfortable in a nice big bed. You open your eyes... but this isn't home... not from how you remember at least. There was a TV playing in the corner of the room, it was playing law and order at low volume. That was your favorite show. The room was a nice navy blue, but not too dark. Your room was yellow. The cozy, comfortable blankets you slept in were a nice clean blue. Your sheets were grey. You noticed this room looked nothing like yours, but felt comfortable at the same time. It was almost as if you were truly home. You got up in bed, but fell back down into the pillow when a sharp pain from your stomach stopped you from getting up any further. Your head started to pound immensely; you felt your head and realized it was all bandaged up, but with that you realized the pajamas you were wearing weren't yours... they were men's baggy pj's, but you liked them. It was confusing to say the least. Here you were in this foreign home being, thoroughly cared for by some random person you didn't know.
You hear footsteps coming down the hall towards your room. "Huh?" You thought to yourself, "who's walking towards the room-", then you realized, you didn't know who was in this house, for all you know it could be a murderer. You get up from the bed fast on to your feet in a fighting stance ready to protect yourself. You knew that if you were going down, you weren't going down without a fight. The footsteps drew near, you got ready for the strike of action.
With one swift motion the door opened. You stopped, and stood still.
A man with purplish hair was waiting in the door way. He was handsome,tall and strong built. He was wearing a yellow tank top with purple pants. He was covered in bandages and such just like you. He stood there with shock on his face. "Y/N?" He said shocked at the sight of you. "Are you really awake?....Wait no, that's a stupid question, of course your awake your standing right in front of me." He started to walk towards you. You backed up. "Who are you? Don't take another step!" You said hands still in front of you protecting yourself from him. He paused, and a look of despair showed on his face. "You-.... you don't remember me?" He said sorrowfully, it was the type of tone you would have if someone was breaking up with you; none the less, he was sad. "I don't even know you!" You said loudly. As soon as you spoke he got even more sad. You looked at him and asked "how-how do you know me exactly?" When you asked, his eyes shot up with excitement, like he was ready to show you something you would love.
He asked you in a calm tone " Is it ok if I sit next to you on the bed, just to show you something to help you remember me?" You hesitated for a moment, but you let your guard down. You sat on the bed and patted the spot next to you for him to come sit. He slowly walked towards you, while on his way he grabbed a book from the bookshelf across from the bed. He sat next to you and handed you the book. It was a photo album. You opened it and you froze.
"These pictures-..." you said sadly. "These pictures are of us..." you started to tear up. "Yeah... that's us... before the problem." You looked up at his face, he started to tear up too. With that look of despair on his face some short memories came back. You remembered how you first met him at a school dance your high school held each year, he was sitting there at a table with a bunch of girls hovered around him. You were sitting at a table alone, and he walked up to you and asked if you wanted to go to the mini-mart down the road to buy drinks and such. You had agreed. From that night on you hung out everyday of every week together. You became best friends. But after a certain point it all became blurry. You realized that you had forgotten certain events that happened this year with him.
You started to cry and hugged the man next to you. He hugged you back tightly, it was the sorta embrace you would give to someone before they depart for a while. You cried even harder when he hugged back. He started to cry too but asked "hey, why are you crying so hard?" he said with a chuckle. You looked up at him with a terrified face and said....
"Because, for some reason, I can remember your face and how I met you,
But I can't remember you name." You grabbed on to his shirt tightly and dug your head into his chest. He sat their a grabbed your tighter then before.
It was crazy to you that you could remember the special friendship you had and how much he meant to you, but you couldn't even remember his damn name.
"I'm so stupid!" You exclaimed loudly into his chest. He let go of you while you still held on to him.
And when he let go, he gently grabbed your face and calmly said to you-...
"Y/N,... my name is Josuke... Josuke Higashikita."
