Homura goes to therapy.
Homura didn't exactly like getting up early for classes. She had never really been a morning person, especially after spending who-knows-how-many years in the time loop having to stay up until 3 fighting witches and protecting Madoka. And that isn't even getting into the nightmares she still had even now. But still, getting up for the last three years at least had been more than tolerable for her because of one very specific reason.
"It's time to get up, Homura-chan!" Madoka said cheerfully shaking her awake.
Homura groaned and slowly sat up. This was her reason. For the last three years, Madoka and Homura had been living together. Not as Homura had hoped though… No, she didn't deserve that. After Madoka entered college, she used her demon powers to make sure she had been selected to be Madoka's dormmate. Still, she enjoyed getting woken up by Madoka every day.
Madoka had changed a bit, but Homura didn't mind. She had become more confident ever since she had decided that she wanted to become a therapist. Homura reflected on this, being glad that Madoka was finally starting to see in herself what Homura had for years. She got up and got dressed, being careful not to sneak a glance at Madoka doing the same. She didn't deserve that, she had already done so much to hurt her after all, stealing her memory and her divine power, literally tearing her apart.
Homura sighed and shook her head. No use dwelling on her unforgivable sins. She turned around to see Madoka fully dressed. It was time for breakfast.
"Shall we head off?" She asked Madoka simply.
"Sure!" Madoka said, nervously. "Umm but first, I have something I want to ask you."
Homura was surprised. What was it? Could it be? No! She didn't deserve it! She reminded herself.
"What is it?" Homura asked.
"Well, I still don't know much about you, Homura-chan!" Madoka said, and um… "I was hoping I can help you… It's only three months until graduation, so I think I'm qualified." She said, confidently.
Homura was surprised. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it hadn't been this. Still… Ever since Madoka first voiced her desire to become a therapist, the idea had always been at the back of her mind. She had always rejected this idea, however. After all, who would believe her. But being asked this so directly, and by Madoka no less? Maybe she could phrase things vaguely enough that she wouldn't get suspicious, wouldn't remember what had been done to her.
"Yes!" Homura said, before she could think it over. It was now or never after all.
"Great!" Madoka said, a smile on her face. "Let's start this evening, after I'm done with homework."
Homura stood there, shocked. Just what had she gotten herself into?