You're an Eldian Nurse, struggling but trying to live a peaceful life amongst the discriminatory lives your people had to live under.
Everyday you'd bury yourself into your job, making sure to live a life that you could somehow be proud of in this...
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You never liked chess. It made your brain feel funny with all the different moves you had to think of, not to mention you had to think of your opponents too. Usually you would play a move that makes you think you have a piece in the bag, meanwhile you're always one-up'd and lose your queen instead. Not to mention you'd get your ass handed to you whenever you'd verse Reiner. He always made you feel like an idiot for getting caught in the most obvious traps. It made you despise the game.
Yet, here you sat opposite Mr Kruger. It was a few days since you last sat with him, the therapy sessions had just finished and you found yourself eagerly offering to play a game with him. He didn't oppose. Mr Kruger was often like that. Very reserved but never impolite. A common misconception many people had of him.
You moved your piece, trying to maintain a poker face, but really you were a lost cause. You couldn't let Mr Kruger know that though. You don't know when, but somewhere along the lines you became attentive to how you portrayed yourself around him.
He moves his piece in a lazy manner. Leaning on his crutch for support afterwards. You analyze his move until you were left confused. Not because you had no idea what to do next, but because he practically left the biggest opening for a checkmate. He'd be asking to lose. You didn't say anything because maybe he made a mistake so you glance at him, waiting for the gears to click, but they didn't.
You bite your bottom lip in a vein attempt to keep from smiling. If this was a genuine move he didn't seem very good at the game, either. You take your piece and make the check mate. At first it didn't register to him that he made himself lose, but when he did, the quietest sigh escapes his lips.
"I didn't see that." He admitted honestly. You'd think something like that would garner some kind of reaction, but of course not with him. Not in the slightest.
"Do you want to play another? There's other games we could try-"
"What is it about me that interests you so much?" He suddenly interrupts you. You freeze for a moment.
"What do you mean?" You feigned ignorance, avoiding eye contact and acting casual by continuing to put the chess pieces in their respective positions.
"You're always around me. Asking questions about me. I thought that's what therapy sessions are for but not with you." He shuffles in his chair. Assuming he looked away, you look up at him. Big mistake.
His eyes didn't leave yours. He didn't even look the least bit uncomfortable with how much direct eye contact he was making. But you couldn't look uncomfortable either. That would prove his statement right.
"I'm not always around you." You respond rather confidently. "I take care of all of my patients equally." This time you didn't avoid his eyes to fiddle with the chess pieces again. He didn't say anything right away. You only heard a low hum as a response before he nods.
