The person who likes me is a yandere.

"Ayase will bring breakfast soon. Let's eat together, brother."

Ayase left the ward with those words, her face beaming like a sunflower.

After a night, I thought the shock would subside, but when I saw Ayase again in the bright hospital room, she was still as beautiful as an angel as yesterday. Her slightly hoarse voice that twitched my eardrums, and her full, fragrant hair, were still the same as yesterday.

After folding the rumpled blankets, I subconsciously glanced around the room. The ceiling, streaked with the colors of quarter-rest notes, the left wall, the right cabinet, and the calendar on it—everything was exactly the same as yesterday. Last night, I woke up in this room, met Ayase who claimed to be my sister, and was then told by Dr. Shinya that I had amnesia. Panicked, I pushed Ayase away. After that, I couldn't sleep in bed. Ayase came to my room, talked to me for a while, then slipped into my blankets and said goodnight…

"Goohoo!"

My face immediately started to burn.

"Idiot! What's with all the excitement?!"

I slapped my face with both hands in frustration.

Cheer up, she's your sister. A goodnight kiss is nothing special; it's a perfectly normal greeting in Europe and America. Don't overthink it.

But I tried patting my face several times, and I just couldn't shake off the lingering sensation of last night's bomb. Oh well, at least I'm certain my memories after waking up are intact. So, what about my memories before I woke up? I put my feet off the bed and slipped on my slippers. My body felt perfectly normal, so I tried to walk to the sink like that.

I woke up to find my memory completely restored… How could something so absurd possibly happen? A man appeared in the mirror, but I still don't recognize him. It's clear my memories from before the incident haven't returned.

"Just live your life as usual, and your memories will naturally return."

That's what Dr. Shinya said last night. This means that my memory loss is still a symptom of retrograde amnesia, and there's no fundamental cure. He said that some symptoms only last a day or two, but considering that it didn't improve after waking up, I might have to prepare for a long-term battle.

"it is good"

I turned on the tap and splashed water to wake my groggy face. After rinsing three times, I stared at the man in the mirror again. He looked a little better, but his facial features were basically the same as yesterday.

There's no like or dislike anymore; this is my real face.

Think back, this is a face that has been with me for sixteen years. There must be some impressions, something deep in my memory must be telling me something.

I carefully examined every detail. Her hair was rather stiff, her eyebrows were thick, her eyes were black, her face was slightly long, and her lips were very thin.

"Um~"

...It seems I'm not a handsome guy.

Mmm, mmm, hey hey hey.

There's nothing I can do; I already knew about this yesterday. I guess I'll just have to accept it. But that doesn't mean I'm ugly.

I brought my face closer to the mirror again. Hmm, no, no, this won't do. Look, turning my face to the side still looks pretty good. Ah, covering my mouth looks much better... Okay.

"Above average, but not quite handsome! That's the final answer."

Not bad, not bad, I can accept it. But looking at it again, the face is truly unbelievable. You can see it in the mirror, but there's absolutely no attraction to it. Just think about it, and you realize that the face is actually a part of a person's body that they can never truly see. Staring at it for a long time won't help you recover memories at all, right?

"In that case, how about the hand?"

I held my hands up in front of me like a surgeon before an operation. My thumbs were raised at the base, and my hands were short. My nails were square, almost the same length and width. As for palmistry… it seemed to have many lines. I don't know anything about palmistry, so I can't figure it out.

"Hmm, I don't feel anything."

Ultimately, which do we see more often, the face or the hands? If we're talking about that, the legs and feet are probably seen more often than the chest, abdomen, and waist.

"…………"

My hand stopped near my groin, and I sighed heavily while maintaining that position.

...Oh, that makes sense. This is something that needs to be confirmed.

Actually, I've been bothered by this ever since I saw it in the mirror yesterday. However, I've been putting it off because there hasn't been a good opportunity or a suitable place...

Don't try to hide it.

I felt the man in the mirror smirk.

Ah, that's true. Let's start confirming. I'm so afraid to confirm... because this place is, in a sense, more important than a man's face, so this is a brutal showdown. But I can't delay any longer. It's because it's almost time to urge me on. I don't want to go into battle without being prepared. If I'm going to fight, I might as well do it now.

"Bring it on!"

I made up my mind and pulled my underwear waistband all the way down.

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"...Hmm, average level."

"Brother, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"Aa ...

Suddenly, the door opened without warning, startling everyone so much that even the most ordinary person seemed to shrink to a low-end level.

"What's wrong?! Brother, don't shout so loudly all of a sudden, you scared them!"

A stunningly beautiful girl, more than an angel but not quite a goddess, appeared at the door, nearly dropping the tray she was carrying.

"You, you, you're the one who's scaring me! Don't open the door suddenly, it's dangerous!"

"Danger? Why would my brother be in danger?"

"Ah, well... anyway, knocking before entering a house is basic common sense!"

"What? That's strange. My older brother never said anything like that before."

Ayase showed no remorse whatsoever and walked into the ward as if nothing had happened.

"No, the past is the past—"

"Alright, alright, that's not important, let's eat breakfast~"

So, that kind of thing isn't important? For a man, the biggest showdown in life, you're saying it's not important?

"Come quick, come quick! Ayase cooked breakfast herself today. She borrowed Mr. Miyazaki's beloved kitchen to make it. Come and see, doesn't it look delicious?"

Ayase smiled radiantly, her tone less like promoting the delicious-looking breakfast and more like praising herself for cooking it herself. This girl must always use that irresistible smile to get by whenever her brother yells at her.

"Hey, don't expect to fool me with a smile... really."

As I looked at her smile, I gradually blushed. In that respect, I really am like this guy's older brother.

Chapter Seven: I Didn't Expect You to Be This Kind of Person

Good morning, Qianyu. Did you sleep well last night?

Dr. Miyazaki politely knocked on the door before entering the ward. This happened just as we finished breakfast and were clearing away the dishes. Dr. Miyazaki had also used hair wax today; his jet-black, shiny hair was perfectly styled, and his silver-rimmed glasses gleamed like a knight's sword.

"Good morning, doctor. Thanks to you, I slept very well."

"That's good. Your appetite seems alright, not bad at all. Sorry, I suddenly have to ask some questions. What is the longest river in Japan?"

...That was so unexpected, asking right off the bat. I thought to myself as I smoothed my frizzy hair.

"It should be the Shinano River."

What about 8x8?

"64"

"Ecuador's population?"

"...They all said they didn't know anything about Ecuador."

"Yes, just like yesterday, common sense is fine. And my memories from when I woke up until now seem to be correct as well."

With a playful smile on his face, Dr. Miyazaki began writing in the medical record.

"Then, the key question is, what about the memory of the events leading up to the car accident?"

He approached the topic at this pace, as if it were part of a casual conversation.

"Not at all..."

"The flashbacks that happened after I woke up last night are gone?"

"no"

"All right……"

"Hey, doctor. When will my brother's memory return?"

Ayase asked while eating the leftover scallions from my cold tofu salad.

"I don't know, this is the only thing I'm completely clueless about. Last night I did look up some literature on retrograde amnesia, but there are so few cases, and most recover their memories within minutes, or at most a few hours. A case like Qianyu's, lasting more than a whole night, is extremely rare."

"Huh? Didn't you say yesterday that you'd feel better after a night's sleep?"

"I didn't say it would get better, I only said it might get better."

"It's here! Brother, you have to watch out. Doctors are always like this, always leaving themselves an escape route for the lies they've told, making themselves seem plausible."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't make me sound like a scammer!"

"Hmph. You fraudulent doctor, eat my green onion bomb!"

"Hey, Ayase. How could you throw a green onion at the doctor?"

You told me before not to talk to doctors, right?

"It's okay, Mengmeng. Doctor really likes Ayase. Right, Doctor?"

"Wait, wait a minute, Ayase. Don't say things that might be misunderstood!"

Huh? Dr. Miyazaki, what's wrong with you? You were unmoved by the green onion bomb, but why are you so sensitive to a wink that seems to have a hidden meaning?

"It's not a misunderstanding, is it? Ayase was only gone for a short while, and the doctor called with a completely different expression. And, ha... ha... when is Ayase coming next time? Ha... ha......" he asked, panting.

"Doctor, is this really true!?"

"Absolutely not! I absolutely did not pant like that!"

So, you're admitting you made the call?

What's going on? A perfectly kind and honest clinic doctor has suddenly come across as reeking of crime.

"Qianyu-kun, why are you looking at me like that? No, I'm definitely not the kind of lolicon you're thinking of... cough cough cough... Let's leave that topic here and get back to the main point."

Dr. Miyazaki cleared his throat to forcefully end the topic that was unfavorable to him, and put on a serious expression again.

"Qianyu-kun, although it's not my area of ​​expertise, I still did some research on methods to help you regain your memory."

"A method to restore memories? Does it exist?"

"No, in conclusion, the quality approach to retrograde amnesia has not yet been established. To be precise, it's probably unnecessary."