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Komaeda Nagito breathes in slowly. His nerves are at an all time high and need to be calmed. A foreign heartbeat resonated in his chest. All of his vitals seemed to far surpass the normal levels. He thought he'd wind up unconscious any moment.
He swallowed hard. The current location of this anxious train wreck would be the Hope's Peak Psychological Institution. Despite what one might have thought from hearing the name, Komaeda was not being admitted. The facility also offered normal appointments in regular offices. However, the thought of being admitted still terrified him.
Since his parent's death, he had not sought any psychological help. In fact, he'd rather not have came today, but he was pressured into it by a close friend of his who was worried about him. While the sediment was appreciated, it was not taken with open arms.
Komaeda didn't like the way physicians spoke to him. All them had a demeanor implying insanity or pity. None of them ever really understood him. None of them ever made a connection or commitment. To Komaeda, doctors were only interested in money and entertainment.
Now there he was, sunken into a cheap feeling chair that was more plastic than faux leather, waiting for Satan's summoning. It didn't take long for hell to claim its next servant: Komaeda Nagito.
Upon hearing his name, Komaeda slowly rose from his chair. His body began to tremble as he followed the assistant down a long corridor. The pure white walls were suffocating, making him feel claustrophobic. For an instance, he thought he was being tricked, that really he was being locked up in the loony bin. He only came to reality when he was led into room with a roomy set up. It looked like any typical psychiatric appointment room with the comfy couch, the stylish desk, and plentiful decorations.
However, what caught his eye wasn't the things in the room, it was the person in the room. A little shorter than him was a tan-skinned man with beautiful brown locks and hazel eyes. His appearance was unbelievably attractive to where Komaeda thought that he was some sort of god. This wondrous being noticed Komaeda's presence and smiled softly at him.
"You must be Komaeda Nagito," he held out a hand.
"Ah, uh yeah," Komaeda shyly took his hand and shook it.
"I'm Hinata Hajime. I'll be the one assessing you today."
Assess? Komaeda thought the word was horribly used. What kind of patient wants spill their heart out to a doctor who blatantly admits it as an assessment? It's surprising this fellow still has his job.
Hinata motioned for Komaeda to have a seat and so did he. Komaeda watched as Hinata crossed his legs and folded his hands. It was a stereotypical for psychologists and psychiatrists, except he didn't have a pen and clipboard. Komaeda thought this was odd.
"Aren't you going to record what I say?" Komaeda asked, giving in to his curiousity.
"Oh, no. I prefer not to take notes during an appointment unless it's extremely important. I can't focus on the patient if I'm busy scribbling away now can I?"
Even though he agreed with his statement, he still thought it was weird. For now, he'd just shake it off and face the task at hand.
"Okay, so um, how are we going to this?"
Hinata giggled lightly. A cute little noise that didn't mean much but still held Komaeda's attention.
"Well, first of all, Komaeda, tell me about yourself."
"Huh? A-about me? Th-there's nothing interesting about me," Komaeda stumbled on his words, still embarrassed about his previous thoughts.
"Did you really come here not expecting to talk about yourself? I'm not the one seeking help."
"Well it's not like I wanted to be here anyway," Komaeda mumbled.
"Hm? That so? But you must have some trauma or something to have come here anyway."
"I mean yeah, so many despairing events have happened that prevent me from doing even simple things...I do want to get better, but I don't believe it is possible," he looked down dejectedly. Bringing up memories from the past only made him more depressed.
"We can work to fix your issues," Hinata declared.
"How do you suppose we do that?" Komaeda's tone was a little irate. He didn't want to put up with another cocky doctor, even if his beauty rivaled that of the goddess Aphrodites.
"Make a list of everything that's traumatized you and I'll overwrite each one of them."