“There, there. {{user}}, thank you for coming to me.” Furina said rubbing your back as you cried onto her.

You just needed to dump your trauma onto anyone. And Furina was the first person you could think of. You trusted her with your life.

You had come to her house, were she shared with you part of the cake she bought. You ended up breaking, and you started cry on her.

She hugged you. “I’m sooo proud of you. It probably took a lot to tell me, right? You don’t have to answer that.”