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Akashi Seijuro has been away from my consulting room for half an hour. During this half hour, the question that puzzled me has never been solved.

For such a "special" patient, I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest about his situation.

He is the son of a rich friend of mine, perhaps due to genetics, he and his father seem to be copied in some ways, especially the vigilance against outsiders and the almost unshakable willpower.

Akashi Seijuro comes to my place every Saturday.He is very polite, he will say hello first every time, and then sit quietly on the chair opposite me.Then fell silent.Such him does not match his dazzling red hair at all.

I ignored him, just quietly doing some of my own things. For a person like him, maybe I have to wait until he speaks.

However, an hour later, he was still silent. I was about to say something, but I heard him say: I will come again next time.

So, what was it that made him so unspeakable?I think.

Another week passed.He reappeared at this time, holding a basketball in his hand, with a few drops of sweat on the tip of his hair.

"I heard that your school's basketball team is very strong." I watched him put the basketball and schoolbag on the stool

He raised his head and looked at me, "It's better among high school students of this level."

"Just finished the training, are you tired?" I asked the question knowingly, just looking forward to talking more with him.

However, he seemed to have expected it, and became silent after sitting down.

For the next few weeks, he stayed here in silence for an hour at a time and then went home, which made me very suspicious of my professionalism.

Freud, Maslow, Jung... behavioral psychology, grotesque psychology... I really don't think I can understand what he is thinking?

Here he is again.

This time, if he is still the same as usual, I really want to suggest that he not come in the future, even though he is my best friend's son.

"I lost." When I heard this sentence, I looked up in surprise

"Wintercup" he seems to know my doubts. (Ah hey, why do I have the feeling of being seen through by this brat, I am the doctor)

I looked at the wall a little bored.Thinking that he should be sitting there silent now.

"However, I'm very happy." I almost doubted my ears.

I turn my head.He was laughing!Even if it's just a slight 15-degree upward movement of the corners of the mouth.

Should I congratulate him or comfort him?When I was not sure, I heard him say again: I never thought he could really beat me.He's really working hard and I'm very happy.

Oh, you are very happy.I'm at a loss.

"Is he your friend?" I asked

He seemed very interested in my question and met my eyes for the first time.

"No, we're not friends."

"Oh?"

"He was a very special person to me."

It's the first time I heard that a boy can be positioned as a special person by another boy.I'm curious about this special person for him.

"So, that person who was special to you beat you, and you're happy."

"Well. Nice. He's the champion tonight."

He answered very frankly.

In fact, in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with the young man in front of me.He is just a little more capable than ordinary people, and has a little more responsibility.In other respects, there is no abnormality at all.

So, in the last few minutes, I made it clear to him that he didn't have to come back in the future.

He smiled.Somewhat weird.

Then suddenly said: For that special person to me, I think I might really like him.This time with you finally made me think about these things, thank you.

Uh……,

For half an hour after he left, I was full of doubts and frustrations. After all, I was the famous psychiatrist, Kuroko Yuuji.

Feeling the vibration of the phone, I picked it up and answered, it was my son.

"Hey, Dosan, I have good news for you. I beat that man. Wintercup. Our team won the championship."

"……Congratulations"

My face twitched and I finished the next two words.

An unspeakable emotion fermented in my heart, "Why is your heart so sad?..." I asked myself helplessly.

.

I suddenly thought of my rich friend, and my heart was a little sour. I smiled, when all this was so normal.