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Forgotten (Amnesiac x Caregiver)

The gentle hum of the city outside filtered through the open window, bringing with it the sounds of life that Yuzu Aihara had once thrived on. Now, those sounds were a bittersweet reminder of what she had lost—or rather, what Mei had lost.

Yuzu sighed as she adjusted the flowers in the vase beside Mei's bed. Sunflowers—Mei's favorite, though she no longer remembered that. It had been three months since the accident, three months since Mei had woken up with no memory of who she was, who Yuzu was, or the life they had built together.

"Good morning, Mei," Yuzu greeted with her usual cheerfulness, masking the ache in her heart.

Mei turned her head, her dark eyes empty of the recognition Yuzu so desperately sought. "Good morning...Yuzu," Mei replied, the name sounding foreign on her lips.

Yuzu's smile faltered for a brief moment. "How are you feeling today?"

Mei shrugged, her movements stiff and cautious. "The same, I guess. It's...frustrating not to remember anything."

Yuzu nodded, forcing her voice to remain steady. "I know. But I'm here to help you, every step of the way."

Over the past months, Yuzu had taken on the role of Mei's primary caregiver, a task both heartbreaking and hopeful. She guided Mei through daily routines, helped her relearn basic tasks, and most importantly, tried to rebuild the connection they once had.

"Here," Yuzu said, handing Mei a small photo album. "I thought we could go through some pictures today. Maybe they'll help jog your memory."

Mei took the album hesitantly, her fingers brushing against Yuzu's. A small spark of something familiar flickered in Mei's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. She opened the album, staring at the photos of their life together—school events, holidays, quiet moments at home.

"This is us at the summer festival," Yuzu explained, pointing to a picture of them in yukatas, smiling brightly under the fireworks. "You always loved the goldfish scooping game."

Mei frowned, her brows knitting together in concentration. "I don't...I don't remember this."

Yuzu placed a comforting hand on Mei's shoulder. "It's okay. It's not about forcing the memories back. It's about creating new ones."

The days passed in a blur of shared meals, long walks, and quiet conversations. Yuzu poured her heart into caring for Mei, each small victory—like Mei remembering how she liked her tea—filling her with hope.

Mei Aihara stood by the window, watching the rain cascade down in sheets. The patter against the glass matched the turmoil in her heart. Ever since waking up from her accident-induced amnesia, Mei had struggled with fragments of memories that refused to coalesce into a coherent whole. But one thing remained clear—her inexplicable longing for Yuzu.

Yuzu Aihara, her stepsister-turned-caretaker, had been a constant presence through it all. Yuzu's warmth, her laughter, her unwavering support—they were like lifelines Mei clung to in the sea of uncertainty. Yet lately, Mei found herself craving more than just emotional closeness. She yearned for a physical connection with Yuzu, a desire that puzzled and unnerved her.

"Yuzu," Mei called softly as she turned away from the window, her heart pounding with apprehension.

Yuzu looked up from her book, her eyes immediately softening with concern. "Mei, are you okay?"

Mei approached Yuzu slowly, unsure how to voice the turmoil inside her. "I...I feel...strange. There's something I want, but I don't understand it."

Yuzu set her book aside, giving Mei her full attention. "It's okay, Mei. You can tell me anything."

Mei hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I...I want to be close to you. Physically close."

Yuzu's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She had hoped Mei's feelings might return naturally, but this unexpected admission caught her off guard.

"Mei," Yuzu began gently, trying to find the right words. "It's normal to feel confused after everything you've been through. But we can take things slow, okay? We'll figure this out together."

Mei nodded, relief mingling with uncertainty. "I trust you, Yuzu."

Days passed in a delicate dance of closeness and restraint. Mei and Yuzu navigated their newfound tension with careful steps, each touch tinged with unspoken longing. Mei found herself drawn to Yuzu's laughter, her scent, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. She yearned to bridge the gap between them, to explore the uncharted territory of desire that stirred within her.

One evening, as they sat side by side on the couch, Mei's resolve wavered. The air between them crackled with unspoken words and untold desires. Mei turned to Yuzu, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Yuzu," Mei whispered, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the room.

Yuzu turned to face Mei, her own heart pounding in sync with Mei's. "Yes, Mei?"

Mei reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against Yuzu's cheek. "I...I want to kiss you."

Yuzu's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise and hope. She had dreamed of this moment, but she never expected it to come so soon, so raw with vulnerability.

"Mei," Yuzu murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Are you sure?"

Mei nodded, her gaze steady and unwavering. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

With a trembling hand, Yuzu cupped Mei's face, drawing her closer until their lips met in a gentle, hesitant kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they explored the uncharted territory of their desires, a tender dance of discovery and longing.

As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Yuzu whispered, "Mei, I...I love you."

Mei's heart soared at Yuzu's confession, a piece of the puzzle falling into place. "I love you too, Yuzu. Even though I don't remember everything, I know this feeling is real."

In that moment, amidst the rain outside and the warmth within, Mei and Yuzu found solace in each other's arms. Their journey was far from over, but with each step forward, they discovered that love could transcend memory, filling the gaps with a bond stronger than any uncertainty.

In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, Mei and Yuzu embarked on a new chapter of their relationship, where unspoken longing gave way to a deeper understanding of love's power to heal and to cherish.