Touched... •EraserJoke•

That one night (pt.1 chapter.1)

3rd person PIC

Fukukado held her wrists which were concealed by her gloves then wrapped her hands around her stomach, damn, it hurt. It hurt alot, loosening her collar she turned around to she Aizawa preoccupied, thank God he hadn't seen her fiddling, she sighed a quiet small sigh, putting on her adoring smile she walked to him wanting to jumoscare him to add on an affect to her fake excitement and happiness when he said "you should of managed a jumpscare like that,"

She decided to listen and did whisper-yelled "Oki doki!" She hoped she wasn't overdoing it, when Aizawa spoke again it showed her in of what he said...

"How about we... Give each over kind of- personal therapy?" Aizawa was shocked himself at the words he just muttered to the women he found oh-so annoying, he wanted to continue- to explain what he ment but Emi decided to mutter out her words instead of him

"Like... Talking about our traumatic experiences and helping? Or our... current home conditions?" Aizawa nodded slightly while thinking about what kind of traumu could she of all people have? "do you wanna go first?" He asked, his gaze still fixed to the ground beneath them, then asking himself another question he wished to know the answer to he wondered how this had turned to 'small talk'

Emi was silent for a moment the started up her story...

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"Well, even when I was a child I'd make the boys to wild," this didn't seem so bad but oh how it would change for the worse...