WITH FEELING // SAGE TRYOUT

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He's heard of the dangers of self-diagnosis. It's so easy to become overwhelmed and engulfed in a sea of knowledge, analysing and analysing until everything had been overdone. Ironically, he knew of a mental illness known as factitious disorder. He thought it to be a strange illness because of its nature. In faking a disorder by consciously forming its symptoms for sympathy or attention, the pretender would still be diagnosed as genuinely ill. There were even levels of danger to it and he remembered reading about the illness with a scoff afterwards, wondering why and how the world went wrong. It seemed that everything could be branded an illness. To act out of place meant you were supposedly an outsider. Then again, that was how Bakugou viewed the world of psychology. He thought it to be stupid. All he's ever known was what went on inside his head, no one else's. Whose place was it to say that the other wasn't normal when the only world they had known was what their two eyes let them see, what their brain told them they had heard and felt?

His eyes move gently over Peppino's form, hearing the boy meekly speak up. He looked nervous and outside his usual element, different to what he had seen when the child was reading about arthritis and he suggested him to do the sage tryouts. He also had a feeling that the boy knew of them as well. After all, that pipsqueak was the son of the Captain himself. The ragdoll approaches with an air of nonchalance, sitting down to watch the medical lesson the other planned on holding. He would perhaps volunteer to help out considering he kind of liked this kid for being intelligent but he saw that someone else had already taken the job. He doubts many will come to a simple medical lesson so he holds back his tongue for now, sideways glancing to notice Junji had arrived to watch from the sidelines. The angel always seemed so busy after Sil had left. He would have felt sorry for the soothsayer had he not had ties to Luca.