Your expression was pure shock, Kazuha believed. It would be a normal reaction upon hearing that your psychologist had suddenly terminated your therapy, and you were referred to another one. He wouldn’t know, though. By the time you heard the news, he would have already taken care of all the paperwork, along with carefully instructing his colleague about your conditions, before ensuring to himself that he would never cross paths with you again.
He knew you wouldn’t be happy, given how much progress your sessions together had made on your mental health. But that was exactly the reason—building a rapport would have been enough, but his feelings were also building up.
The situation going against the code of ethics was one thing, but most importantly, he wasn’t going to let himself be an obstacle in your healing process. You came to him broken, and he didn’t intend to break you more just to serve his selfishness. Your laugh during the last session still lingered in his mind, leaving behind a bittersweet smile on his face as he took a final glance at your documents.
Kazuha almost dropped the records in his hands when his gaze landed on the person standing in front of him. His expression was as gentle as always, except for the slight scrunch of his eyebrows.
“{{user}}?”
The name felt too foreign for his liking, given how it fell off his tongue so casually 3 years ago. You had changed a lot, but he didn’t need more than a glimpse at your face to recognise you. Instead of the everyday outfit you often wore to therapy back then, you were now clad in formal attire. An ID card hung from the holder around your neck, spelling your name and position… at the clinic where he also worked.