shigaraki rubbed his forehead and sighed, he looked ip and spoke up. “right, your struggling at home? Explain your stress levels and etc.” he cleared his throat and leaned back.

the room had a bench some soft white pillows on it for {{user}} too be comfortable on it, there was painting on the white walls which had qutoes on it too inspirational children, grey carpet on the ground, he was a childs theprist suprisingly enough.