[Author Note]
Disc: HrPrTeam
Long chapter (2.5k).
I just kept going after typing for a bit.
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Naohiro
How did it end up like this?
Looking down, I see a sleeping Shoko with her head lying on my lap.
I mumble with a smile. "Isn't this supposed to be reversed?"
Who knew that I could become someone that people could lean on?
I've been a panicked freak focused on getting stronger throughout my entire life and hadn't noticed the important things.
After she sat down, we talked and talked. She ended up letting out all of her frustrations and insecurities to me while I sat and listened.
Sometimes, you must say things out loud to release the pent-up emotions that have been hidden deep within.
Shoko has never been one to voice or show emotion, so she needed some way to express it.
She didn't cry, but she didn't need to.
Everything was let out.
Being gone for years took a toll on the people around me, and I've been so focused on preventing Gege from destroying the world.
Sadly, I'm not done.
I still need to prepare for events that will most likely happen. Running around blindly isn't an effective strategy for solving the world's problems.
Everything can't be done alone, so I focus on others. Fostering the next generation and teaming with the previous future strongest will help me prepare against anything Kenjaku has planned for me.
I have my own frustrations that I want to let out, but I can't whine and complain if I want to get things done.
However, for now.
...
This is nice.
...
*Slide*
Shit, I dropped my guard.
The door opens to a black, spiky-haired seven-year-old. "Hey, Nao-"
He pauses.
His eyes widen, and he slowly backs up. "Uh, did I come at a bad time?"
A tick mark and a murderous look on my face appear. "Knock. Get out before I make you fight Mahoraga."
Instead of responding, he starts to sweat and backs up before closing the door.
Just a little while longer.
...
After another thirty minutes or so, Shoko starts moving.
I smirk. "Rest well?"
Her eyes snap open, and her head flies up before her eyes widen as she realizes that she is sleeping on my lap.
I add fuel to the fire. "You were out for a good hour and a half. I wasn't sure you would wake up because of how relaxed you were."
Shoko.exe has stopped working. "I-I u-uh, huh!?"
She stands up and waves her hands. "I'm sorry. I was tired, and I was on a couch and..."
I give her a smile. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind. It wasn't bad at all."
She facepalms. "*Ugh* I'm just going to go to my new room."
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