Retsuko was terrified of therapy. Haida insisted that she go.
"I don't like talking about how I feel." She'd say. But he'd counter with "No one does. God, screaming how i felt at karaoke? That was painful and embarrassing for me. But it still made me feel better."
"When I sing karaoke I'm alone, not in front of a random person."
"You're still uploading the death voice lessons."
It was a series of conversations just like this that eventually led to the hyena getting too worried and concerned about her health.
"I'll go with you." He began, one day, at lunch.
"What?"
"Therapy. We both could use it. It was pretty scary for me as well. I get nightmares about it sometimes."
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RandomA bunch of unfinished stuff. It ranges from fanfictions to original stories. I'll add tags as stories are added.
