⁰¹ Sᴀsᴜᴋᴇ Uᴄʜɪʜᴀ ✧

The smell of antiseptic filled the room. You had lost track of time. Days ago you woke up from a coma caused by a motorcycle accident, but the impact had been so severe that it robbed you of all your memories.
You didn't remember your name. You didn't remember your life. Nothing.
A woman came to see you every day. She cried when she held your hand and said she was your mother. Other people appeared, claiming to know you, showing you photos and telling you stories. But to you, they were complete strangers.
It was frustrating.
Everyone seemed to remember who you were, except you.
That afternoon the door opened again. You didn't even look up at first. You'd grown accustomed to visitors. Then you saw him. A boy with black hair and a serious expression stood by the entrance. For some reason, something stirred in your chest. It wasn't a memory. It was just a strangely familiar feeling.
He approached silently. "You look awful," he said. You blinked in surprise and let out a small laugh. The boy seemed to relax slightly.
"Do we know each other?" you asked. For a moment, something akin to pain crossed her eyes.
"Yes," he replied simply, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Who are you?" you asked again, and he answered with "Sasuke." The name didn't trigger any memories. None. Even so, that feeling of familiarity lingered.