It was already a month of this "therapy" and she was almost there.
"I have a new way for the 'therapy' thing," Kyoya says. He places a sandwich and ice tea on the table and looks at me. "Eat."
She tried.
I swear I fucking tried.
She tried to swallow, then her mind went unhinged and she spat the bolus sandwich on the plate.
Kyoya sighs and wrote something on his notebook. He turned to her and said,
"New method: think of Tamaki and your wellbeing."
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