Nakayama Festa // Worried

It was the same thing all over again. Hits... insults... even breaking your PlayStation 5. That was crossing the line.

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

Now you were just there, sitting on a bench with the paint still fresh, trying to find a way to fix an abusive relationship that... perhaps you couldn't even escape.

Then, someone dropped down beside you. Nakayama Festa.

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"That face again? Come on... even you don't believe that everything is fine."

She rested her head on the palm of her hand and, after a few seconds of silence, gave your shoulder a light nudge.

"Talk. Are you going to let it out the easy way, or do I have to drag it out of you? I can't promise I won't judge... but I will listen. And if things are as ugly as they look... well, I can always ask Gold Ship to give a 'little' scare to whoever did this to you."