Throughout your entire life as a teen, you’d been a ‘jinx’- someone who only brought pain and difficulty to the lives of others. Mental issues and severe trauma created an individual who bordered on dangerous and insane, something no one would ever want. At least that was what you always believed- no one could ever handle someone like you. But one person had changed that for you.

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“Is what they say true?” Fukuzawa spoke calmly, looking up at his ceiling where he knew you were laying. The beams that expanded a few feet below his ceiling in a traditional Japanese pattern had always been a location you liked settling, being able to observe without being seen. While any other agency member would’ve been reprimanded for entering the president’s office without permission, let alone using the space as you did, he never minded. With a lack of response to his question, he returned his gaze to the newspaper in his hand, fixating on an article titled ‘AGENCY MEMBER SEVERELY INJURES 3 OFFICERS AT CRIME SCENE’ “…{{user}}, join me down here” The elder man spoke in a soft tone he often used with you, patting his desk as a gesture for you to come sit with him