I think... I'm in love with my mistress

Chapter 29

Reader's P.O.V

Who was that guy?

I couldn't stop thinking about that white haired guy who came to visit me earlier today. . .

I have this unusual feeling about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Not to mention that he has cat ears on top of his silky hair–they looked more fox-like but that doesn't matter, it's strange nevertheless.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, not knowing who the hell this man is was starting to piss me off.

He seems like someone I should know, but whenever I bring up his face in my mind. . . No background information appears, just his slim face and menacing violet eyes.

"Excuse me miss."

A cold voice interrupts my thoughts. The  newcomer's voice cuts through the air like a sword, it was monotone and seemed to drip with poison.

I turn my head and see a tall, dark haired boy leaning against the doorframe. His short inky hair clashing with his pale skin that seemed to glow in the hospital lighting. He gives me a forced smile.

"Sorry to disturb you but would you so happen to know a '(Y/n) (L/n)'? Because I was told that she is someone in this hospital wing."

That's my name. . .but who is this guy? Well, I do have amnesia so of course I wouldn't know who some people are.

I awkwardly smile and sit myself upright.

"Well, aren't you lucky. . . I'm (Y/n)."

His face instantly grew softer, he approached me and sat in one of the leather beige chairs. His crimson orbs eyeing me as we sat in silence.

I fidget vaguely as his gaze was kept on me, he didn't seem fazed at all by the uneasy silence that surrounded us, not even the sounds of people's footsteps plodding down the halls made this any less cringeworthy.

"So. . . Was there something you needed?"

He nodded and leant forward on his chair.

"Yes, I've actually came here to check on you. See if your doing ok,"

He gave me a weak smile before continuing,

"after that accident you had, it was surprising that you didn't get major injuries."

I fiddle with my fingers, looking down at the pale blue sheets.

"Well, I've actually got post-traumatic amnesia. . . I'm sorry, but did I used to know you?"

He didn't look surprised at all, instead he looked sympathetic and knowing.

"Well I'm Mori Kirihito, but you can call me Kirihito for short. We did know each other, we were friends in high school."

I stared at him, scanning him up and down.

I feel like this is the first time I've met him. . .but I have amnesia so it's normal to feel this way. . .

"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"

He asked, his voice sounding concerned. I furrow my eyebrows in thought.

"I remember that my name is (Y/n). I remember my birth date, that my parents died–though I don't remember how they died–and that's about it."