(Last Name) (First Name)
Bokuto smirked as he read your name in the article. It was 3 years had passed since you returned back from (Random Country)
You've become a great artist through those 3 years in (Random Country) but that didn't stop you from wanting to return back in Japan. You had it all already in (Random Country) but there was something triggering you back in Japan
Or more like, a someone.
Recently, (While in random country) blurry memories keep flashing on your mind whenever things happened and you wanted answers. It was bothering you; it felt like it was a piece of you— or like a part that you had lost.
"(Last Name)-san, people are going to show up later. We nee—
You smiled as you held up your hand. "I know" as she nodded and left you. You sat back on your chair and reached for your sketchpad as you flip it to open. Revealing an unfinished drawing of a man, it's hair spiked up but has blank face.
Your fingers brushed against the soft paper, as your heart pounding against your chest in a weird pace. "I wish I could find my answer now"
I wonder what was your name.
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You smiled warmly with your hands clasped as you watched people swarming around and picturing your beautiful art. "It's so beautiful" you heard the woman complimented, clinging on to her husband's arm.
Isn't beautiful, (First Name)
"Ah, thank you very much" you bowed your head as a thanks for appreciating your beautiful art. The couple giggled, showering you with such nice compliments over your art. Well, all you could do was giggle as well and keep on thanking them.
Afterwards, you excused yourself to the bathroom. "What a tough night" you sighed, stretching your arms out despite the sleeves of your dress. You glance up the mirror, Why do I always feel like this wasn't me whenever I look at myself?
I want answers,
You needed them now, to clarify things up; to know who were you before. You sighed as you shook your head to brush the thought first. The guest should be here right now,
You turned and glance the other way, looking for man, who your assistant told you that that man would the guest. Something click you; She even said he was wearing tux for tonight.
While.
Bokuto smiled, seeing you before his eyes. 3 years and he finally see you. But you changed, you weren't the (appearance or personality) self, the one who he met at first; He shook his head, That doesn't matter anymore.
He walked up to approach. As he was walking, he could notice the changes then he felt his heart explode when your eyes met his.
Your heart skipped a beat.
Why do I feel like I have already met him?
You fully turned yourself to face him, feeling yourself hard to breathe. He stopped a few centimeters away from you while his hands shoving inside his both pockets.
"(Last Name) (First Name)"
The way he pronounced your name with his lips, feels like he already called you before. Then he moved as he move his face to your side, brushing his lips against your cheeks. You didn't move—you didn't want to
"Nice to meet you again"
I promised to make you fall in love with me again
