To be certain, the platinum-haired boy was more than unsettled by the thought of going back to that therapist. He had never imagined a doctor would be so manipulative or harm his clients. Though he was young, he fully understood the male's fascination with him, and it didn't bode well. It wasn't that he was frightened of him or at all had particular emotions tied to him. The boy didn't care about who he was as an individual. Rather, he was wary of what he could do.

That being said, going to his session did have a large reward. After the event, his father had come to collect him, and he was brought home to see his favorite person in the world. Or rather, the only person he truly cared for. She gave a large smile and hugged him tightly as excited to see him as a puppy left alone all day. He couldn't help but make the start of his own grin, but quickly wiped it off his face once he remembered the previous events of the day. He didn't want her to look at him like that.

Placed in a confused state of mind, the male practically ignored the younger girl as a new emotion seeped into him. Fear was most unwelcome to him, acting as a barrier to his typically free life. Whereas he'd usually leap at the chance to play make-believe games with her, he was halted from it, wondering if he would enjoy himself to the point of smiling. No, he couldn't even call it that. The way the doctors and nurses looked at him, he was some kind of animal. Should (Y/n) have looked at him the same, he wouldn't have been able to take it.

Lost in his thoughts, the boy gave a squeak of surprise when his cheeks were squeezed together. Closing his eyes quickly before blinking repeatedly, he tilted his head at the younger girl doing such a thing. She pouted as she looked at him, something he didn't understand. When she did that, wasn't she upset? But what could she have been upset about? Frightened, his mind jumped to the conclusion that he must have smiled.

Pushing her away and turning his back on her, bringing his knees to his back, he cowered. He held his arms over his head as if would protect her thoughts on him. The boy just wanted her to love him and hold her as close to herself as he held her. He didn't want to be pushed away. No, he wanted to be accepted. Fear was not fun, not in the slightest. Shaking his head, he wished for it to fade away. Surely that would have been better than thinking he would be alone again. If he could have, he would have traded away his newfound emotions to return to the doll he used to be. At least then he could have done what he wanted without fear of consequences.

However, it seemed that the younger girl had other ideas. She draped her arms around his shoulders, placing her chin on his head as though he was acting perfectly normal. He had believed she was mad at him, but if she was, wouldn't she have just let him wallow in his own self-pity? Confused, the male shook his head, prompting the (h/c) haired girl to squeeze tighter onto him.

"Let's go play?" she asked, tugging on his arm with a tilt of the head.

"Don't wanna..."

The boy brought his knees into his chest and sighed heavily, trying to avoid doing anything that could make him smile. It worried him that sometimes, he didn't even know he was doing it. If he were to play with her, no doubt he would have accidentally slipped up, and if he was too focused on not smiling, she would have noticed and scolded him again. It was too risky, and he preferred to err on the side of caution even if the girl beside him was a bit disheartened.

Truth be told, the young boy had no real idea of how long he wanted to - or would even be able to - keep distancing himself from her. Days passed, and eventually, he found that his heart hurt, leading to his lack of will to do anything. Even if he saw her at school, it wasn't like they were in the same grade, so they weren't near one another except for at lunch, and lately, she had begun to spend that time with other girls her age. She must have picked up that he didn't want to be contaminated by her joy.

Still, in the end, he wasn't able to resist being near her, and shyly, he approached her, regret in his eyes. She frowned at the way he acted, especially when he took hold of her sleeve but wouldn't say a word or so much as look at her. Rather, he looked down at the ground, rocking back and forth without a thought as to what to say. Riddled with guilt, he whined a bit, but no complete words were made.

He must have been lucky she was so affectionate and understanding because she seemed to get the message quickly, giving him a hug. His cheeks were pigmented red and though he made no true expression, he nonetheless felt a pang of relief. Maybe the matter seemed trivial to her or maybe it was that she couldn't bear to be without her favorite playmate, but whatever the reason, he was grateful she let him be near her again. Even if she had ignored him as he had tried to do to her, he wouldn't have blamed her. But she was forgiving, so he was happy, not that it lasted long.

When the platinum-haired boy dragged his best friend to his house to finally play doctor with her again, he found his father waiting for him. The man gave the younger girl a pat on the head, remarking it had been a while since he had seen her, but that she wasn't supposed to come over. The young boy looked up at his father with pleading eyes, not bearing the thought of waiting even another day to be with her again, but the man simply said something that prompted a lingering rage to build up within him.

"We have an appointment today at the therapist's."

"I don't wanna go," the boy replied, sharp and to the point with a hint of anger in his tone.

"It's already scheduled and we shouldn't waste the doctor's time by canceling on him last minute. C'mon, get in the car. And I'll have Yoru take you home, (Y/n)."

"Can I come?" the younger girl questioned, sensing the platinum-haired boy's apprehension.

Though warning her that it would be a boring and lengthy process, the younger girl nonetheless insisted on joining them. And seeing as the therapist had requested her presence, the man saw no harm in it. Besides, it would make the young boy want to go as opposed to grabbing onto the doorway to escape his fate. Still, the boy wasn't so sure it would have been a good idea, and on the car ride there, he bit down on his cheek, his mind racing. Surely he wouldn't have done anything to hurt her, right?

When arriving at the hospital, the (h/c) haired girl held the boy's hand as they walked, noting his worries. He gave a blush but pouted nonetheless, holding tightly onto her, not that it eased his fears. It was always like that between them. She would be the one to give a pure and sweet expression and he would be the one to gladly receive it. One day, he thought, he would be able to return the favor.

"It's nice to see you again," the therapist hummed, giving a beaming smile to the unimpressed boy, "And you must be (Y/n). It's lovely to meet you."

The platinum-haired boy growled at the man for speaking to her, but soon receive a light flick on the forehead from his father who whispered for him to be good. The man then exited the room as was directed, leaving the two young children with the therapist, one of which who knew he was cruel and the other who was merely happy to be with the boy she adored. The latter hugged the boy's arm tightly and smiled wide, leading to him attempting to repress an emerging smile.

The therapist noted this and began scribbling something down on his clipboard before standing up from his chair. He then proceeded to say something to a nurse, the woman nodding before leaving the room abruptly. It was then that the man led the two children to an area that was more like a testing room than one for psychological counseling. The room itself was relatively desolate. The only thing that gave it an odd presence was that it was divided in two by a glass pane.

"Miss (Y/n), could you please sit down on that side of the glass?" the therapist asked, opening the door to the other side of the room.

The young girl listened obediently and sat in the comfortable chair provided. She then swung her legs back and forth while the therapist started to gather some things. Bored, she looked up to meet the platinum-haired boy's gaze, giving a supportive grin. The boy did not react, skeptical of what the doctor was doing. He did not take his eyes off of him, wondering why he was separating him from his best friend. A feeling of dread then built up as a nurse stepped into the younger girl's side of the room with a box.

"I'm going to do a bit of an experiment," the man nodded, sitting down across from the boy with a clipboard and pen, "So just do whatever it is that your heart tells you to."

Gritting his teeth, the boy pulled his eyes away from the suspicious man and towards the younger girl. She didn't seem to be at all aware of the man's clearly threatening aura, and instead, continued on as if all was perfect. And perhaps, to her, it was. The glass pane then turned into a one-way mirror, the boy standing up quickly and trying to enter the room. However, the door was locked, and in fear, he tried to break it down, being held back by the sudden words of the man.

"There's no need to worry. She's going to be watching some videos to keep her entertained while we start with a little question game. Have a seat."

The boy frowned and looked suspiciously at the therapist, but seeing as he was not yet tall enough to break something like a thick door down, he simply followed his instructions. Sitting down on the chair, the boy narrowed his eyes when the man pulled out what looked to be like pictures. He then looked through them before holding one of them up for the boy to see and react to.

As he looked at it, the boy felt a hint of confusion. The picture in itself was one that he had seen before. After all, it was in his family album. There, he sat at a grandly decorated pine tree with a present on his lap, his three older brothers next to him. However, it didn't make him feel anything in particular. Rather, it just made him bored, his eyes darting back over to the one-way mirror (Y/n) was behind.

"What do you feel when you see this?" the man questioned, giving an increasingly curious look.

"Nothing."

"Alright. Then this one?"

Another picture was held up, this time of the (h/c) haired girl. The boy's interest was peaked and he quickly reached out and grabbed it, looking at it with great interest. She was simply sitting in a sandbox and playing, but he couldn't help but smile wide. As the man began scribbling down some notes, the platinum-haired boy then frowned and looked up at him. A rage then came over him and he quickly grabbed the rest of the pictures, giving a glare to the man.

"Where'd you get these?!" he yelled, holding them close to his chest and turning his body away so the man could not take them back, "Stalker! Creep! U-Ugly!"

"I just asked your father for a few pictures of your friend, but, when you look at that picture, how do you feel?"

"Gross! You're gross! That's how I feel! You shouldn't have these! They're not yours!"

"So you feel angry? Do you also feel angry that I have a family picture of yours? Would you like this one back as well?"

The platinum-haired boy frowned deeply and proceeded to keep his distance from the man, only focused on protecting the pictures of (Y/n). He did not seek to grab the other one the man held. In fact, he didn't even look at it. Rather, he was only interested in the ones in his arms, not caring of the family photo. At this, the therapist gave an audible hum with great interest and began to write vigorously on his clipboard. It took him a while to finish his notes, but when he did, he looked back up at the boy and smiled, sending a warning sign to the boy.

The man then clicked a button, making the glass pane reappear in place of the one-way mirror. In relief, the boy quickly ran up to the glass and banged his fist against it, drawing the (h/c) haired girl's attention. She smiled purely and waved at him, giving him just the slightest bit of relief that she was still there. In some part of his mind, he had believed that if she was not there in front of him, she may have ceased to exist, but he was glad to see this was not the case. At least, not in that situation.

"We're going to do another experiment now," the man stated, beckoning the boy to sit back down and stay still, "This time, what I want you to do is look at your friend, okay?"

Once again, the boy gave a glare to the man, wondering why he insisted on using (Y/n) for his "experiments". After all, it all seemed creepy to the young boy. Did he want to make him mad again? That must have been the case. Otherwise, he wouldn't have insisted on having the younger girl around so much. The boy huffed, angrily muttering that the man was a creep once more while hugging the pictures of his best friend.

The therapist motioned for the nurse to do something, the woman nodding before presenting the younger girl a cookie. Of course, without a thought of her own, (Y/n) began to munch on it, accepting it happily. Her sweet tooth had always been a vital weakness of hers, and she never could hide her want for desserts, her kicking legs exhibiting that. Beaming from ear to ear, she finished off the cookie before drinking the delightfully sweet apple juice she was given.

The platinum-haired boy seemed to forget completely about the man beside him, more focused on the sight of (Y/n). As she ate the sweet treat and some juice, her attitude became infectious, prompting the boy to smile and feel at ease. He started to swing his legs as well, rocking back and forth as his cheeks turned a faint pink. However, when realizing that he smiled, he immediately covered his mouth and his happy mood soon turned to worry. At the sight of this, the therapist scribbled something down before motioning to the nurse to continue.

The woman then pulled a tablet from the box, showing the young girl a video of a cat frightened by a cucumber. She began giggling with delight, clapping her hands together while more funny videos played, and although the platinum-haired boy could not see the videos, he nonetheless laughed and exhibited the same amount of amusement. Further still did the therapist jot down notes before the nurse placed the tablet back in the box, taking out another cookie.

The (h/c) haired girl eagerly reached out her hands for the treat, but before she was able to grab it, the woman jerked it back. Embarrassed at her greed, the small girl lowered her head and frowned, looking at the floor while feeling ashamed. Once more did the boy copy her emotions, frowning at the sight. However, another emotion appeared in him that was far different from hers. While he did, too, appear sad, as she was, he also clenched his fist in anger, darting poisonous daggers at the nurse. More scribbles were made by the therapist.

Once again, the woman was instructed to continue, the woman giving a hesitant look before the man performed a more aggressive motioning. Sighing, the nurse then began to scold the younger girl for trying to grab something that was not hers. She narrowed her body posture in order to look as small as possible, her shoulders caving in while she brought her knees up to her chest. Tears then began to pour from her (e/c) irises.

As the therapist looked over at the boy to see his response, he was surprised at his sudden movement. Immediately getting up from his chair, the platinum-haired boy clenched his fists and began marching towards the glass. Though it stood in his way, he nonetheless attempted to kick it down, anger prominent in both his expression and actions. However, what was truly interesting was that, despite the obvious rage in his heart, the boy was crying. He didn't seem to realize it, but it was obvious to everyone else.

Pressing a button, the man watched as two others entered the room, dragging the boy back to his seat to hold him there. Though his response was somewhat violent to the sight of his best friend crying, there was still one more experiment to perform for the day. The boy struggled immensely, trying to free himself to come to the rescue of the younger girl, but he was not yet stronger than those keeping him in place. Yelling at them to release him, the boy froze in place when he heard a shriek of pain.

Through small intervals of increasing pain, the (h/c) haired girl was being shocked. She cried loudly and attempted to stop the harm being inflicted on her, but it seemed she couldn't shake off the nurse holding her down. Electrocuted time and time again, she screamed and pleaded with them to stop hurting her, but they didn't. At least, not until they saw a visible sign of emotion from the younger boy, even going so far as to replace the pane with a one-way mirror once more. But they almost immediately regretted it.

Once again, the boy's features became hazy, almost unrecognizable. They changed continually, his appearance taking the shape of things that couldn't even be described. He was still for a moment while this happened, but within a mere instant, his eyes' scelera turned pitch black, highlighted yellow irises visible. He then put his hand on one of his retainers and paused. A moment of calmness before the storm, it seemed, he then twisted the man's arm and threw him to the ground, causing him to scream out in pain. The bone broke through his skin, bleeding profusely.

The boy then directed his anger to the other one holding him down, snapping his neck. Though he was unable to kick down the door just minutes prior, he now had inhuman strength, able to severely harm or kill those many times his age. But what was interesting was that, despite the younger girl's pain and his previous pattern of copying her emotions, he did not emulate it. Rather, the emotion she experienced was only twisted irrepressibly before it reached his heart. How interesting.

Even while the boy began kicking down the door with screams of rage, the therapist hurried to jot down as many notes as he could. He was far more focused on his research than his own safety or morals. So as the door heavily slumped against the cold tile of the room and he heard the nurse's screams, he didn't bat an eye. He likely knew that the platinum-haired boy's objective was first and foremost the safety of his beloved friend, but he should have run away while he had the chance.

After noting that the appointment was taking an unusual amount of time, the boy's father went to look for them, finding the two shivering together in an odd room. There were bodies here and there, blood coating the floors near the corpses. The hospital went through a shock, calling the police and having the area cleaned up. Due to the fact there was no video recording of the events that went on in the room, they had to rely on the testimony of the young children - one of which had blacked out after being electrocuted. The other stated that another man had come in and killed them.

Though the police did doubt what the platinum-haired boy had claimed, it wasn't as if they could convict the boy. After all, if not for the fact that he was clearly acting in self-defense, the boy's father paid a heft amount to keep the event under wraps. He knew his son killed those men. That was the reason he was in therapy, but it appeared that it wouldn't be his salvation. As he took the young children back home, he gave a sigh, looking back at the boy. He was not happy, but he was not terrified either. It was the latter that made the man unsettled.

"(Y/n) should sleep over tonight," the boy frowned, petting the girl's head with what looked like cold affection despite it being the opposite.

"I don't think - "

"(Y/n) should sleep over tonight."

As the platinum-haired boy repeated himself, his father tensed, giving a worried expression. He couldn't say anything against his child. Where he had developed such a bone-chilling tone, the man didn't know, but whenever he used it, no one could say anything against him, not even his mother or elder brothers. So the man simply nodded and agreed to it, dialing up the younger girl's father to let him know she'd be spending the night.

"And let's get blueberry ice cream on the way home. You want some too, right, (Y/n)?"