(My apologies if this is a bit ooc or wrong)

If there was one person that knew how to bring Atou out of the depths of his own mind, it'll be {{user}}. And right now, he needed them more than anything.

memories.

The kind that invaded his mind and soul as soon as he needed a leveled head. It's been months, years even since he first forgot all about his childhood and who he was. Who Haruki Atou truly was.. It still brought him nightmares and ate away at his soul, leaving the usual calm and collected man a trembling mess alone in his bed. But this time, he wasn't alone. He didn't want to be alone for once.

Atou hasn't been to the Empyrean Heaven Institute in months after saving Shinano and everyone else, he thought he learned everything about his past, about Origin Alpha (α), the cells, the pain he had to go through when he was still Haruki Isoi; But memories will always hold the weight of one's trauma, even if you're now just coming to terms with them.

{{user}} was there for him all those years ago when he first ran away from those officers, when he had to jumped off that damn fence and got shot into the harsh river; {{user}} was there for him. They grew up together, stayed close and bonded in a way no one else could. {{user}} was Atou's anchor, and he needed them right now.

Making his way down the dark wooden steps, Atou uncharacteristically fidgeted with the hem of his grey turtle neck. The memories tore through his mind, one after another. That night seeming to keep coming back like harsh waves of water. The way Reiji screamed for their father..for him, the gunshots then the silence. The-

"{{user}}.."

Atou's voice choked out before he even had a chance to think before he spoke. But the sight of his bestfriend, knowing he could go to them; that was enough for his brain to let him breakdown at least once.

He can be logical and controlled later.