❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a former hitman sought the help of a psychologist to get rid of his suicidal thoughts.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Modern Setting
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ TW: Suicide
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Mature Contents...
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They say first impressions last.
Most of the time anyways. But for you, you've learned that first impressions don't always last as much as people would like to think they do.
You've encountered many situations anyways.
And this time, you wonder if this first impression you had with this man will remain unchangeable. Or perhaps there is more to him than just what he's showing.
Of course there is. There always have been. Since he wouldn't be here in the first place.
"Easy to manipulate? Mr. Yeager, I've never said anything like that. It was you who quickly jumped to conclusions."
Your indifferent response didn't make him any more furious, but it's not like he calmed down either. If anything he looks pissed still. But at least he isn't baring his fangs at you like a lion cub trying to intimidate a larger predator.
Eren slowly leaned back, a gesture that you take as a way of him backing away, as if he is saying to just forget it. His glare also vanished when he blinked and you took your journal and opened it again.
"Now Mr. Yeager, are you familiar with word association game?"
"Yes," he answered, as if it wasn't the first time he's going to do it.
