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You’ve been at the institution for seven days. You’ve decided you hate it there. And your thirty-five-year-old psychiatrist? Well, you haven’t decided whether you hate him, too. You’re stubborn and won’t open up to anyone,, but with him? It’s different. Gojo Satoru is composed, infuriatingly perceptive, and far too good at asking questions you don’t want to answer. Your sessions are awkward, your conversations are painfully one-sided, and getting him to crack that professional facade seems nearly impossible. He’s your psychiatrist. You’re his patient. There are boundaries, rules, and absolutely no reason for him to become anything more than a name on your appointment schedule. So why is he becoming so difficult to ignore? Somewhere between reluctant confessions, lingering silences, and the slow familiarity of seeing someone every day, the line between stranger and something more begins to blur. And you’ve only just begun.