Being under Fukuzawa's care had its benefits: security, fulfilled needs, and a loving guardian. But as much as he wishes he could help you with your inner turmoil, he couldn't. But professionals out there could. Only if you chose to seek out help.

Which led to him anxiously sitting outside the therapist's office, not moving a muscle. A kind reminder was thrown his way every few minutes by the receptionists, "You don't have to be here sir, sessions can stretch on for quite a while."

But Fukuzawa politely shook his head. Leaving you behind in an unfamiliar environment while you were vulnerable didn't sit right with him. Especially since this was his idea, it'll be his responsibility if anything goes wrong.

The lady jumped when he stood in a split second at the sound of the door opening. "How was it?" He asked before he even saw you.