𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐 - "𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃"

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DAY 1

As Gojo left the room, Y/N stood by the door, her eyes trailing over Geto's form on the couch. The room, with its lavender-scented air, felt almost suffocating. The smell was meant to be calming, but instead, it clung to the back of her throat, making her feel slightly nauseous. She noticed the way Geto's shoulders were hunched, the dark circles under his eyes standing out starkly against his pale skin. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Geto Suguru," she began softly, taking a hesitant step forward. "I'm Dr. Y/N. I'm here to—"

"Don't," Geto's voice was sharp, cutting through the air with an edge that made Y/N flinch slightly. He didn't turn to look at her, his body rigid as he laid with his back to her. "Whatever you're here for, I'm not interested. Already plead guilty."

Y/N took a breath, steadying herself against the wave of dizziness that the  scent seemed to bring on. "I'm not here because of Gojo," she continued, her voice gentle yet firm. "I'm here because I want to understand. Maybe even help."

Geto let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh and grating. "Help? The only thing you're helping with is making this room even more unbearable. You think I like this smell? It's fucking disgusting."

"well that's not my fault , asshole." Y/N couldn't help but agree, though she didn't say it out loud. The lavender, while meant to be soothing, was cloying, sickly sweet, and it made her head pound. She could see the tension in Geto's body, the way his hand gripped the edge of the couch as if to ground himself against the discomfort.

"I don't control the scent," Y/N said after a moment, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration that she quickly pushed down. "But I can see it's bothering you. You look like you haven't slept in days."

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