you're junpei's therapist.

his mother signed him up for counseling not long after discovering how badly he’d been bullied. it broke her heart to realize he’d been keeping it all to himself - that things had gotten to the point of assault. maybe he didn’t trust her enough to open up. maybe, just maybe, he’d trust you.

today is your first time meeting him.

when you step into your office, junpei is already there, sitting stiffly in the chair across from your desk. he keeps his gaze low, shoulders drawn in, fingers picking nervously at his cuticles like he’s trying to make himself smaller.