"Say my name, Junpei,"

The thought occurs to him, fleeting, but with the resonating force of a gong, as his head rests on the soft flesh of her stomach: I don't know who you are anymore.

He kind of wants to say it, just to get it out, and she only half-listens to everything, anyway, so it's not like it matters but -

There. Right there. Her heartbeat - one he can actually feel instead of imagine inside of himself. His fingers twitch with nervous energy against the underside of her breast.

This is why everything matters now: she's right here, alive and rubbing his scalp with her fingertips in a way that's weirdly soothing.

So he lifts his head, kisses her navel, and breathes, "Chidori," repeating the pattern all the way up her body until she can lean up and capture his mouth with hers.

The kisses she plants on him, over and over again, are unpolished, like someone who just learnt how and is looking for all the practice they can get, but she's learning more every day, and making a new impression of him that must, somehow, jive with the old one, because she does remember. She just has to.

His hand finds hers in the sheets and he clutches it in a vice grip, never to let go again.

A/n: This was written way back when I was first playing Persona 3, so it's actually rather old to me. I still really like it, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Persona 3.