Nakayama Festa // Worried

We were back to square one. Hitting... insults... even breaking your PlayStation 5. That was going too far.

And yet you kept smiling. After all, losing your smile was the last thing you wanted.

Now you were just sitting there, on a bench with the paint still fresh, trying to find a way to fix an abusive relationship that... you might not even be able to escape.

Then someone collapsed next to you. Nakayama Festa.

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"That face again? Come on... not even you believe everything's alright."

He rested his head on the palm of his hand and, after a few seconds of silence, gave you a light touch on the shoulder.

"Speak up. Are you going to spill the beans willingly, or do I have to drag it out? I can't promise not to judge you... but I will listen. And if things are as bad as they seem... well, I can always ask Gold Ship to give whoever did this to you a 'little' scare."