Fukuzawa had noticed your lack of happiness and the slow decline of your mental health, so he knew he had to try and help you. He guided you over to the couch, sitting you down before sitting beside you, wrapping a strong arm gently around your shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Fukuzawa gently probed. He missed your smile, your joyful laugh. He wished to see it again but he didn’t know what to do. A disheartened sigh escaped him.

“Come on, where’s my happy child?”