You sat on the chair in front of him. You didn’t want to be here. Mr. Aizawa forced you, said you “needed it”. But you were fine. You’ve been doing fine. The large load of trauma has been dumped to the back. You forgot about it. It doesn’t affect you…right?

Mr. Inui sighed. This wasn’t his first time with a student like this. “If you’re so fine, then why did Aizawa send you in the first place?” He looked at you expectantly.