[Sunny obediently sits in the chair, nodding. He could take it off. And… he opened his mouth to say so but… his voice was stuck in his throat.
It wasn’t Nagito’s fault, Sunny reasoned, as his hands shook while he removed the blindfold. He was mostly comfortable with Nagito. It was just…
Sitting in a chair like this. Questions simply being asked of him, simple actions to be done… it felt a lot like the doctor’s. Or therapy. And even though Sunny focused on taking calming breaths, on moving slowly, on the task at hand… that didn’t make a difference to his mind.]
CW: this whole thread for probably PTSD and eye discussions
It wasn’t Nagito’s fault, Sunny reasoned, as his hands shook while he removed the blindfold. He was mostly comfortable with Nagito. It was just…
Sitting in a chair like this. Questions simply being asked of him, simple actions to be done… it felt a lot like the doctor’s. Or therapy. And even though Sunny focused on taking calming breaths, on moving slowly, on the task at hand… that didn’t make a difference to his mind.]