Dr. Ake's Magnificent Navigation In Therapy

The Danganronpa Episode: Blue Hair and Blue Tears

Christian walked through the halls of Hope's Peak, hoping to catch one of his comrades so he could bug them. He had gotten quite bored over the course of a few hours, and so he was wasting time alone... but to be honest, he would've preferred to waste it all with company.

He hummed, making his way into the cafeteria. If it was empty, then he decided he could at least try and make a cup of coffee. That way, the trip wouldn't be completely wasted.

But luckily for him, there really was someone there. Finally! Someone he could talk to.

...Unfortunately, it was quite literally an NPC.

Christian's eyes drifted towards the weeping Sayaka, the blue-haired girl who was holding her head atop her arms. Her eyes might've been covered by shaking fingers, but there was not a doubt in the other's mind that she was crying.

He could've turned away, as she obviously hadn't noticed him, but there was a slight urge that began pinching at him from inside. And the sight of the girl only seemed to pull him in as well.

Sliding into the empty chair next to her, Christian put on one of his lazy side-smirks, a trademark of his, and started spilling out words like a downpour of rain:

"So, how long have you been in here crying?"

Sayaka's body stopped moving, and it took her a few solid seconds to take in the courage to look him in the eyes. Like he had predicted, her face was red from a sobbing-fit.

"I-I dunno.. maybe a few.. 10 minutes?" Sayaka admitted, hands resting on the table now. She slouched over, "I think I'm done though.."

"You sure? If I never appeared here, would you have continued for a decade even?"

Christian was joking, but Sayaka seemed to take it to heart. She sighed, a shrug coming up beside her head. Just looking at her made Christian's back hurt.

He was never one to hold back his thoughts, "That posture really isn't fitting for a popstar, I just thought you should know."

"Haha.. yeah, I know. I'm just tired. Maybe I should just go to bed..." Agreeing, Sayaka pushed her chair out away from the table.

Christian winced at the sound of the wood scraping against the floor, his hand reaching out to hold the back of it. He stopped her chair from moving in its track. "Wouldn't it be smarter to have a drink of water first?"

Sayaka pursed her lips at the suggestion, a hesitant smile painting her face. "Well, you're not wrong... ah, are you.. perhaps, trying to help me?"

'Good question.'

Christian made a short hum in thought, "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Well, I came here for a cup of coffee and some company. Just my luck that I found you here instead of one of my friends, though." Christian answered honestly, but he wasn't exactly being harsh in tone. He still had that smile, and the lighthearted attitude at the back of his throat. "But when I see someone like you, I just gotta remember that I'm not just a professional rich kid."

"Well, what else are you?" Sayaka inquired, sounding more amused by the minute.

"I'm a professional therapist as well. And if listening to you has given me any sort of background for diagnosis, I'd say you suffer from not having a companion in your time of need."

Sayaka tilted her head in question. "Huh?"

"Curt- I mean, Makoto- where is he? He's your loverboy, but I don't see him right now."

Sayaka's face turned red at the comment, but as she played with her hair, she struggled to answer.

"Anyway, regardless of whether or not he's really good for you, I'd say you should still find some more friends to confide in." Christian said, standing up. "Lord knows they'd be nicer than I am about stuff like this."

"I mean.. I would think you're already being nice." Uttered the girl.

With a pause, Christian could only shrug.

"..Christian, do you mind making me a cup of coffee as well?"