Alexithymia (n.): the inability to express your feelings
In which two equally stoic people slowly realise their love for one another
or
In which mutual respect is confused for true love
Hello hello! This is my first JJK fic so of course I had to cho...
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In which strengths are polished and new skillsets are established
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-- [Chapter 7 - Boring] --
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"No smoking," Ieiri glared, plucking a cigarette out your hands. "How did you even get to my stash anyways?"
"Not important," you mumbled, leaning against the fence of the school building. "I just don't want to be around the others right now, so I figured I'd pass time up here. Seemed like a reasonable way to release the stress."
"That's how it always starts," the doctor sighed. "A way to release stress, and before you know it, you're hooked. I would know, my addiction was at its worst back in high school."
"I guess," you shrugged.
"I told Satoru about the boy," Ieiri began. "He was enraged, surprisingly. Thinks the Higher Ups did it intentionally to weed out any potential threat."
"My uncle would never," you glared. "He agreed to Itadori-kun's execution being suspended, if anything it's that Gakuganji who arranged this. And if that's the case, then Kyoto's principal is more of a threat than Itadori-kun was."