(Y/N)'s P.O.V
Junko broke the hug and looked me in the eyes. I smile at her, but I can see the crazy in her eyes. That look, she really will make this a challenge. I think to myself as I keep studying her eyes. "You like what you see, doctor~?" Junko laughs.
"Yes, I do," I tell her walking closer to her, continuing to stare into her eyes. No fear or nervousness is shown. Junko just laughs as she sits on the couch again.
"I like you doc." She says. I shrug it off and take my seat. "Thanks, Junko."
"Oh, Junko you can call me (Y/N) if you'd like," I tell her as I pull out my notepad. "So on the first day I actually just like to get to know my patients, so why don't you tell me something about yourself?" I say as I look for my pen. Junko stands up and walks over to me, looking down at me.
I stare up at her waiting for whatever she's planning. "(Y/N)?" She says. I tilt my head, questioning her. "Are you gonna tell me stuff about you too?" She asks. Strange, most people wouldn't have even asked that.
"If you want me to, I guess I can." I shrug. Junko smiles. "Alright then what do you want to know about me?" She asks.
"Anything you think is important," I tell her with a smile. Junko smirks as she walks up to me and sits on my lap placing her arms around my neck. "You don't mind, do you doc?" She asks with puppy eyes. I shrug.
"Strange, but I'm not against it," I tell her as I have to put my notepad and pen down for this not to hurt. "Thanks, doc," Junko smirks.
"So let's start with why you are the queen of despair, what inspired you to bring down the world?" I ask. Junko shrugs.
"I can't predict despair, despair is what makes life unpredictable." She says staring at me. "Alright, well next question then. Who helped you send the world into chaos?" Junko smirks.
"My despairingly wonderful minions and a special someone." I look at her questioningly. "Special someone?" I ask. She nods but doesn't tell me who she's talking about even still.
I'll get it out of you eventually, but for now, I don't really care if you answer these questions or not.
"Hey doc, how old are you, you look like you could be the same age as me?" Junko asks as she readjusts her sitting position so that she's still on my lap, but is sitting up and facing me.
"Oh, you were just invited to Hopes Peak close to a year ago right?" I ask. I was invited to Hopes Peak, but I had to decline since I was already working, my class was supposed to be number 77, but I never got to meet any of them. "Yeah, I was in class 78." She says looking down at me.
"Then I'm only about a year older than you, if I would've gone to Hopes Peak, my class would've been number 77," I tell her. Junko smiles crazily when she hears the class number. "Really, I'm guessing you never met your classmates then, huh?" She says smiling.
"Yeah, I wanted to meet them at least once, but I never had the time." I sigh. Besides if I met them I might've wanted to stay there.
"Would you like to meet them now?" Junko ask. I give her a questioning look. Her eyes show that she's not kidding.
"What are you talking about?" I ask. "I've met your entire class and I happen to know where they are hanging out at." She smirks, and I coulda swore I felt a chill run down my spine. However until I think Junko is ready to go back out into the world, she's stuck here.
"Tempting offer, but no. I've gone this long without meeting them, I think I can handle still not meeting them." I tell her. I don't know how, but she got some glasses and her hair is a ponytail in less than a second. "But think about it, you might never get to see them again," Junko says holding up one finger in front of my face.
"I'll be fine with never meeting them," I tell her. And just like that, the regular Junko is back. "Doc, why do you trust me so much?" Junko ask.
"Whoever said I trust you?" I ask. "Well look how close we are right now and you haven't complained or looked scared even once." Junko points out while looking down at how she's still sitting on my lap. "I deal with a lot of people, and I get the feeling your not gonna do anything to me, at least for right now," I tell her.
Junko sighs. "You're not making this interesting doc, I thought you could out predict my talent?" Junko complains.
"I can, but that takes a lot of work." I sigh. "I don't think you can do it," Junko says seriously. "You're doubting me, then how about we play a game?" I say.
"Oh, and let me guess, you wanna play chess right?" Junko sighs as she rests her head in her hand. "You don't believe that a person without your talent can out-predict you, right?" I ask. Junko nods.
"Then yeah, let's play chess."
3 hours later brought to you by the author not wanting to have to explain chess, especially not when it involves Junko
"How did you-?"
"I told you, you could be out predicated." But if I'm being honest, I would've lost if Junko wasn't so overconfident. Guess she has a good reason to be for that though. I think to myself, mentally sighing.
"I'll admit it Junko you did real-" I'm cut off when Junko suddenly hugs me.
"Ok, now what is it?" I ask looking down at Junko still a little surprised. "I love you!" Junko says with a big smile.
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