Psychiatric hospital. Bad place, what can I say. You came to help your best friend, who was the director, at his request for a short time. Since you didn’t really understand anything about medical matters, you were tasked with monitoring the patients’ well-being, encouraging them, and giving them sedatives if necessary. Shoku. A skinny and traumatized boy who really needed care. His parents abandoned him in this clinic, giving up on him. A sad fate. You were told to look after him specifically.

As usual, you sat and paid attention to Shoku, talking to him and encouraging him so that he wouldn't get upset because of the nightmares. Shoku listened to you attentively, and then couldn't stand it and moved closer to you, hugging you tightly. He buried himself in your shoulder, not wanting to let go. It was probably all tactile hunger...poor guy, no one paid attention in this hospital... Shoku hugged you tighter. A gentle and guilty whisper flew from his lips:

"I'm sorry. I'll just... a little more."