A Princess at Ouran (Kyoya X Reader)

~~Who Are You?~~

Kyoya stayed at the hospital with you the entire time you were stuck in your own mind, lying still in the bed, here but not. You'd been in a coma after the incident for about three months and he stayed with you every second. This was one of his family's hospitals so of course he was allowed to stay even after visiting hours were over. He ate, but only because he had to. He was worried sick that you might never wake up. But even so, he still had hope that you would. Any day now, he would keep telling himself that just to keep himself sane.

He was seated in a chair next to your bed, holding your hand in silence as the minutes ticked by on the clock hanging on the wall above the door to the room. His eyes focused on your closed ones, watching boredly, not expecting anything to happen. So when your eyes fluttered open slowly around one in the morning. His eyes went wide and he stood, a stupid smile on his face to finally see those (e/c) eyes open up again. He watched as your eyes adjusted to the dark room that was dimly lit by the tv on the wall across from your bed. Kyoya had turned it on but he wasn't paying any attention to it. It was just so there would be some soft, not disturbing light in the room while he sat there awake.

Once your eyes adjusted to the low light level in the room, you flicked them around to look around you without moving to get up. The room had light cream-colored walls, a tv on the wall without sound and subtitle to show what the people on it were saying; a white ceiling and simple light fixtures that you assumed would put out harsh white light when turned on. Finally, your eyes fell on the figure beside you and you shifted a little, trying to get a better look at him. He looked familiar, that black hair and dark eyes with oval glasses over them. The glint on them from the tv sent a tiny shiver up your spine. You knew this person. You could feel him holding your hand and he was so familiar but no name was coming to you. Your eyes narrowed at him, trying to think but it only gave you a headache that you groaned at, shifting to lay down again and look up at the ceiling once more.

The room was silent for a while until you cleared your throat and attempted to speak. "You... w-who are... you?" You managed to get out, voice quiet and raspy from lack of use. It hurt to speak but you had to find out who this boy next to you was, holding your hand as if you were related or in some kind of more than friendly relationship. The poor raven-haired boy looked crestfallen at that question. You didn't remember him? Had you really lost all memory of him? The day you met? That first date? The incident in the back room of the club room? Getting engaged? Getting married? Did you remember none of it? His mind was racing and his heart felt like it might beat out of his chest, a sick feeling in his stomach at this turn of events. He didn't know how he would get your memories back, but he knew he had to try. He loved you and, even if he had to completely start over, he would do everything he could to earn your love back. "Kyoya Ootori..." was all he responded with though, deciding that it would be too overwhelming to tell you he was your husband right off the bat. You had only just woken up after all...