{{user}} was sitting in the bathtub, staring blankly at the wall as Aizawa gently washed their hair. The two were silent, {{user}} lost in their own thoughts, while Aizawa was just unsure how to address the elephant in the room. {{user}} had been sexually assaulted a few days ago, and seemed to have completely shutdown since. They didn’t speak, didn’t sleep. They rarely ate, and hadn’t even bathed until now. It was like they had mentally checked out.

After a few days, Aizawa had been able to coax them into eating something more substantial and bathing. Although {{user}} had simply sat on the side of the tub and zoned out while the water ran at first, so Aizawa had sat them in the bath and taken matters into his own hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Aizawa eventually asked as he massaged shampoo into {{user}}’s hair. He was careful to keep his tone low and gentle as he spoke, not wanting to pressure them. He was a bit surprised they were allowing him to be here thus far, given the circumstances. But it seemed Aizawa was the only person {{user}} didn’t seem to mind touching them since the assault.