The years pass and things just pile up for Shinku. His grandmother is no longer with him, but he was eighteen at the time so he was on his own. He kept the big house that was left to him in his grandmother's will. The funeral was small, of course. Him, some close friends, and a lady he didn't recognize. She looked at him such disdain that it made him feel uneasy. She never approached him. The woman left after they had called for him to come pick up the ashes.
When he joined college for psychology, he had attempted therapy after his grandmother's death and was determined to sort out his issues, but every therapist never helped. They would treat him like a sociopath, until one day everything changed. The day of orientation. Where he met someone who diagnosed him correctly.
"... And that's it for orientation. Freshman find your class and wait for your professor to arrive." The dean looks over a crowd of students all eager to get on with their adult lives.
The students scattered out of the auditorium without a care in the world. Shinku immediately puts in earbuds not wanting to deal with people at the moment. He slips through the crowd with little issue, and makes it outside only to be stopped by a shorter female with brown eyes that were the shade of oak wood, brown hair that was borderline black, and had a small smile on her face.
"Hey, do you know where the psychology department building is?" The brunette asked.
Shinku simply looks behind her and points to a map. She turns and looks at the map for a second, but in that second, Shinku disappears into the crowd using stature, 178 cm, to his advantage. When she turns back around, she notices that he's gone.
"Hey, that's rude!" She stomps over to the map to find where she needs to go.
Shinku arrives in class blaring Monster by Imagine Dragons into his ears and sits in the back of the class. When he arrives at his desired seat, he lays his down till the teacher arrives. 'I hope that girl is not in this class. Last thing I need is a troublesome woman to bother me.' Shinku closes his eyes in hope that no one bothers him. It works for the most part.
"Hey, the teacher is here." A familiar voices rings in his ears.
He lifts his head to drearily look at the source. The little brunette, who sat next to him, taps his shoulder to wake him up.
"Thanks," he looks around to see that the lecture hall is full. 'Dang it, I was hoping to be alone. Last thing I need is to have someone try and use me as a project.'
The lecture hall begins to fill with the professors voice, "Hello, everyone. My name is Akira Newman. If you can't tell, I'm half Japanese half British. I moved back here to teach about twenty years ago."
After the opening phrase, the rest of time they were there was just going over the steps needed to graduate and the course goals for the semester. Shinku looks at teacher for a moment before recognizing the professor. He's one of Shinku's old therapist. 'Well, crap this could be bad.'
Shinku further lowers into the seat trying to hide. The girl next to him looks at him worryingly, "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?"
"Don't draw attention to me," He speaks softly, almost to a whisper before slumping further down into his seat to hide his face better than before.
The professor finishes his speech and looks at the couple in the back, "Hey, if you're going to sleep then leave. I don't need lazy students in my classes."
The girl stands up before bowing to the professor, "Sorry sir, the guy here seemed uncomfortable so he laid his head down to calm down, I think."
Shinku looks over to the girl and does the same thing, "Sorry sir, I got reminded of some bad memories and was trying to focus on your voice. I apologize if it seemed rude."
The girl looks at him shocked that he even spoke so loudly. He looked up at the professor, who nodded in response for them to sit down. 'Hopefully he didn't recognize me at all. I know he probably recognized my voice but who would remember the way I look.'
His hopes, however, were crushed when the professor said, "See me afterwards Shinku. There's a lot we need to discuss."
'Crap,' Shinku thought as his fears were realized. Some of the class chuckled at this thinking that he has gotten in trouble, but little did they know was that the professor wanted to try counseling this tepid young man again. Out of all his years teaching and counseling, he has only felt like he failed a few of his patients and students, and here stands one of his previous patients as his student.