Trust
Souji has never been one to beat around the bush when it came to self-examination. He was all too aware of how everyone thought of him, and deep down he was really bothered about it. Why did everyone adore him the way they did? Why did they think of him as some sort of indestructible tower? His questions were never answered, and yet he still pondered how he'd suddenly become the man to hang with.
Sometimes it was all too much. He wasn't some wise man to confess their sins to, yet they all relied on him to help them solve their problems and keep them emotionally stable. Sometimes being the one to carry the burden was just too daunting of a task, and he wished he was strong enough to throw it all off. And so he quietly resented it as Yosuke cried on and on over Saki Konishi, despite his obvious feeling for Chie, whom was trying but failing to be subtle with her affection to their awesome leader. He was spiteful as Yukiko dragged him from the grocery store to the shrine and back, telling him how shy she usually was and such, and how Rise and her were both so indecisive about their futures. He wanted to just smack Kanji and tell him to just do what he loves, and though Naoto's little mystery had been a fun past time, he wanted to shake her so badly, just to get some sort of emotion out of her. It was all so tiring, and the fact that they never really bothered listening to his problems while they whined about theirs made him hate it even more.
Everyone treated him the same way. They depended on him. He watched them all cry and die inside, saw their better halves and the sides of them they'd never show anyone else. He just needed someone to talk to who didn't feed on his inability to say "no".
He tapped the call button on the third emergency number on his phone (the first was his uncle's cell and the second was the home phone at the Dojima residence). The ring was slow as he began making his way toward the shady end of the shopping district, where the low-scale apartments stood against the sun, while fiery bolts peeked from behind as the sun began to set. There was a click, and a mellow voice greeted him.
"Hey, can I come over. Just wanna chat."
"Sure, Seta-san," Tohru Adachi said on the other line, "Got a lot on your mind then?"
"Yeah," He hung up.
His uncle had given him this number if he himself wasn't reachable. Dojima trusted Adachi. Maybe Souji could trust him too.