Sora knocks loudly on Damian’s door, KK idley in her other hand.

“Damian Miraz, I know you are in there.”

Damian slowly opens the door, bags evident under his eyes. “What is it Sora that you’re calling me by my full name.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be out soon.” He responds immediately before moving to shut his door.

She steps inside before he does, her knife still in hand.

“Do I need to tell you it wasn’t your fault?”

“I heard about today. Wanted to make sure you are not locking yourself inside the room.”

Damian says nothing, before groaning in irritation and probably lack of sleep. “I know the attack wasn’t my fault Sora.”

“Good. Now sound like you believe it.”

“Jataro getting hurt wasn’t my fault.” Damian’s eyes narrow in defiance. “But what we did in return to people who turns out couldn’t even hurt us was wrong. Nobody had to die this year.”

“…I would’ve done the same if it was Mitsi they shot.” the truth is dry in her mouth, but she says it, raising her eyes to him.  “I would’ve done the same. So don’t blame yourself.”

Damian stays quiet, sitting down on his bed and gripping his knees. “I can’t take this anymore Sora. Ever since I bothered to come here it’s been nothing but failures and causing trouble for everyone around me. Maverick was able to infiltrate the school because I thought he was a good father figure and my grief against Hope’s Peak was justified. Trying to change for the better took me getting fatally stabbed by a Shirokuma. Then I allowed myself to be used again by Maverick, causing some of my teachers and friends to either die or leave. Then the Headmaster goes missing and Ividia forms. And then this!” “I want to do something right! I want to show that I’m worth keeping around, that I’m not a burden that should be gone…”

Sora sighed, sitting down to the floor. “You know I am not a therapist, right?” She asked. “But… You are worth so much more then that. You hold yourself guilty for things that aren’t your fault, and honestly, do you think I don’t blame myself about those exact same things?”

“How? All you did was come back in time to try and keep your family safe or get them back to the future.”

“I am a history student. I should have known that you are a despair. That Karma is. Not just stand there and watch as Munakata tried to kill storm on the lawn. And it is my fault, because I changed the timeline!” Sora is not crying, but she grasped the knife tight enough her joints turn white.

Damian winces a bit at her words, but he shakes his head and gently places a hand on her shoulder. “History isn’t always accurate. The books most likely missed some facts. I’m… sorry I haven’t been very agreeable. You’ve been trying to get me to be better and I’ve been pushing you and everyone away.”

“…I’m not mad at you.” She said. “Well… Not exactly. But… I… I think you need help. Real help. Not one coming from a fourteen-year-old girl who once read a book about psychology.”

“I know… feels like we all do at this point. I’m just… really hesitant to talk to our councilor about my problems. ”

“I’m not sure. If we even get a chance to go out anytime soon, then I’ll try to find someone.”

“No, not uncle Nagito. His only qualification is that he read two psychology books. I meant a real therapist. I’d recommend ouija board, but this didn’t work last time and it might be akaward, given big sis murdered her. But I mean a preofessional, someone outside this school. There just be someone, right?”

“I’d… rather not let anyone know. At the very least I’ll tell my Sensei, and maybe Alter Ego..”

“It’s called a phonebook. Tell aunt Komaru, or someone, really, that you want it, and they’ll help.”

Damian nods, before sliding down to Sora. “You’ll get help too right?”

“Your sensei… aunt Peko, right? She’ll help.”

“Oh… right.” He says awkwardly. “Well… there might be someone out there. And a therapist still has to keep things confidential.”

“…” Oh, she kind of hoped he wouldn’t ask it. “You know I can’t, right? Because I can’t tell more people about the future, I screwed it up enough and no one would believe me.”

“And you need it more then me. I have a boyfriend. I’m fine… mostly.” She sighed. “can I tell you a secret? Something I didn’t tell anyone?”

Damian pauses for a moment before pulling the girl into a hug. “Why wouldn’t they want you? You’re different from your younger self, and family should never forget each other.”

“If you want.” Damian replies a bit surprised.

“My birthday… 123 days. And I’m so scared… why if they wouldn’t want me anymore? mom and dad and big sis and even Mitsi and Aki-chan and the twins? what if they like they baby better?” She lowers the knife, moving to hug her knees. “I know I’m stupid, but…”

She hugs him, lying her face on his shirt, trying to hold her tears but not fully sucssesful. “But this is their second try. A-a new and improved Sora. Better then the first. And babies need attention.”

“Stop looking at it like that. This Sora is this Sora, and you are you. Your family won’t abandon you over another you.

She just keeps hugging him. ”…P-promise?”

“I promise.” Damian smiles, rubbing her back in an effort to comfort her.

“I-I’m trying to be strong. I-I need to be strong. C-can… can I not be strong, here? would you not tell them?”

“If… it helps.” He agrees awkwardly. “Just know I won’t really have it all together either.”

Behind a half teary eyes, she sends him a ‘well, duh’ look, and leans on him. “You-you are not my uncle. But… you are nice.”

“I…. Thanks Sora.”

Sora closes her eyes, and the last thing she says before falling asleep is “Y’should teach me to shot. he never agrees to.”

Damian seems caught off that Sora fell asleep on him, but he resigns himself to leaning on the foot of his bed. “Maybe…” He mutters to himself with a yawn. Eventually he drifts off too.