A Deer Boi
“Come in.” Ayato had his back to the door, adjusting the books on his shelf.
Fukazawa entered the new therapist’s office. He’d gotten a private office near the medical wing, and thankfully there were such few students at the prestigious university Oxbridge university that there were many open-door hours when students were free to visit Ayato without prior appointment.
“You’ve done a good job with decorating,” Fukazawa appraised the room. It was very plainly decorated, clearly the man did not have a knack for interior design. He probably wasn’t gay enough, something he’d have to disclose to Victor to prevent any unwanted advances.
Ayato tried not to remind Fukazawa he’d been working at the university for a month by this point, but let it slide.
“Have Victor and Shanks been seeing you?” Fukazawa asked.
“Patient-client confidentiality,” Ayato said tonelessly. “But yes.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I had assumed the sectioning would be enough to get Shanks over the trauma of helping Yuki in the Triwizard Tournament, but…”
“Well clearly you know nothing about trauma. People can’t just GET OVER things like that, even people like Shanks.”
“I actually came here with an agenda,” Fukazawa finally revealed. “There’s a student, Chopper, and I have reason to believe he would benefit from talking to you.”
“Chopper?” Ayato raised a brow, crossing his arms. “I’ve been seeing the reindeer twice a week for the past month.”