The first sight that greeted Shiori's eyes as they opened was Suga, crying again.
It slightly surprised her, because the last image of Suga she had in her head was of him as a child. Nonetheless the sight of him crying roused the same feelings she had in the past whenever Suga cried. Despair, heartache, protectiveness. And the urge to be strong for him.
"Suga-kun," Shiori whispered as she raised a hand to caress his face, "such a crybaby as always." Suga smiled, relieved that Shiori was still alive, and she remembered him.
But this was no time for happy reunions. Suga knew well what it meant. The Kotori Obake would be coming for Shiori soon. They had to leave. He had to keep her safe. And if it came down to it, it was his job to make her forget, forget everything again. And forget him again. Hastily, he wrote a note, smudged by the rain and his tears.
Quickly. Let's leave the forest.