❝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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You didn't know what you were expecting Eren's place would look. It's not like it would look like any of those family friendly apartment units that radiate warmth in the middle of the bustling city life nor would it look like those modern suburban houses you've seen in the countryside. It doesn't look plain either.
It looks...well the place doesn't look like an average apartment unit that a college student with two part-time jobs and a piling debt could hardly afford.
If anything, the unit reminded you of western flats, not to mention it's also near Shinjuku area so you wonder what it would look outside when it's nightfall. The place doesn't look cheap, definitely something that people with money can afford.
"Here," Eren's voice pulled you back from your reverie and you tore your eyes from the window to look at him handing you a mug of coffee.
"Thanks," you said, taking it and taking a sip. You did expect it would be bitter, but surprisingly it's a bit sweet. After that you put the mug on the coffee table and Eren sat on the couch. "Shall we start, Mr. Yeager?"
Just like that, an hour of session blurred by.
After a few more sessions, two weeks had gone by in a flash. You'd visit Eren once every week, and you realized he is becoming more and more cooperative. And perhaps the things that recently occurred between you two were part of the reason for it.
