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Bakugou adjusted until he was comfortable on the couch, not anywhere near comfortable to the room, only being the second time he’s sat here. “Okay, let’s start by talking about who you are.”
“Shouldn’t you already know this shit?”
“I would like to hear it from you.” Bakugou glared at her, he hadn’t wanted to go to therapy at all but he was forced and now this lady was going to make him tell her shit she already knew. His glare slowly turned into an eye-roll when her sharp purple gaze set onto his. “Fuckin’ Fine!”
Mrs.Yakudatsu smiled at Bakugou and looked down at her clipboard. “Name?”
“Seriously?”
“Just answer the question.” he huffed and rolled his eyes. This was stupid. Absolutely, completely and utterly stupid and useless. “Bakugou Katsuki.” A smile was given in response to his corporation, Bakugou snarled back. “Birthday.”
“April 20th.”
“Age?”
“God! Just look at the fuckin’ file!” Bakugou yelled, his patience was too thin for this bullshit.
“Bakugou. Please.” The strain in Mrs. Yakudatsu’s voice made it obvious that her patience was running nearly as thin as Bakugou’s. The pair sat in silence for a few more moments before a loud huff expelled from Bakugou's mouth. “Seventeen.”
The woman nodded and a sigh of relief left the blonde’s mouth, way less aggressive than the previous huff. However, the questions weren’t getting any better. "What are you scared of?" Bakugou sat up fast and stiff, he looked offended by the rather simple question. He growled as he spoke. “Fuck you! I'm not scared of anything." Each word was spat off his tongue as if they had personally wormed the question.
"That's not true."
"Yes, it fucking is!" His pale face was now red. Anger boiled, but Yakudatsu obviously was still seeing through his protective walls, that’s why she was here anyway.
"Bakugou." The young therapist sat up in her chair. "It’s alright. Let's try to number them off, like bullet points."
The boy growled. "I told you I'm not scared or anything, everyone thinks I'm afraid that fucking hand ma-"
"I'm not talking about villains, Bakugou." Her voice was soft, she watched as Bakugou shifted, confused and uncomfortable. "You don’t have to say it." Slowly he watched as the woman reached into her messenger bag and pulled out a black notebook. It was medium size with a thin black strap holding it shut. "You can write it here. I won’t read it unless you tell me I can. Every day I'll say a number and you write until there’s no more to write about." Bakugou scrunched up his eyebrows, staring at the notebook in disgust as the woman placed it in front of him along with a pack of colored pens and a pencil. "I won’t make you write outside of here but you're welcome to. For now, I want you to decorate it." The blonde shot her a confused look and she smiled back. "Put stickers on it, write a quote on it, I don’t care. Whatever would make it feel more like you." He glared down at the item for a few more seconds before an alarm broke him away. Finally, he could leave. He left the room quickly, ignoring the redhead who waited for him outside the office, too busy staring at the notebook, once again with a glare as if it had somehow personally offended him. "What's this?" Kirishima asked innocently, taking the notebook from Bakugous hands. He didn’t fight to get it back, he had already let Kirishima know about therapy and even allowed him to walk back to the dorms with him after the session. "Stupid notebook the bitch is making me write in. Says I need to decorate it so it's more like me, whatever that means." Bakugou still had his normal scowl but Kirishima’s face lit up and he excitedly turned to his best friend."Can I do it!? I have a good idea!"
“I don’t fucking care.” The explosive boy said nonchalantly. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the red-haired boy’s excitement, however, opted to ignore the flip of his own stomach.
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Bakugou stared at the red lettering painted on the front of his notebook.
"Everything about him screams Victory. He is Victory"
"Its a quote, I thought it fit you." Kirishima smiled, nervously watching his feet as he walked with Bakugou to his session, hand scratching at the back of his neck. The blonde only snorted at the notebook, a ghost of a smirk on his face. He loved it but he would never admit that, how could he?
"Okay, Bakugou. Number one." He rolled his eyes at how quick the woman started but opened the book none the less. “Write something that sacres you, the first one doesn’t necessarily have to be your smallest or biggest just a fear.” Bakugou nodded, internally cursing the tall woman in front of him as he scribbled down the easiest answer he could think of.
- Not being the best hero. I will be, but I guess I'm a little worried one day something will happen and I won't be able to be who I can be.
"Done."
"Already?"
"Yep."
She raised her eyebrow and sighed but nodded. "May I read it?" Bakugou shrugged and she took the notebook, reading carefully over the lines. She nodded once more and gave the notebook back before writing a few things on her clipboard. It was short, Bakugou knew that but what else what he was going to write about? He didn’t have any fears.
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"Welcome back, Bakugou."
"Let's just get this shit over with." Mrs. Yakudatsu laughed lightly and moved around some papers on her clipboard, crossing her legs before looking directly at Bakugou. "Alright then, number two-"
"Done."
She raised her eyebrow, confusion and possible annoyance spread over her features. “Excuse me?”
“I’m done.”
“Done?”
"That’s what I fucking said yes. I have nothing to write about, so done." He spat and leaned back into the couch. "Nothing at all?" She asked curiously.
"Hm,” The blonde pretends to be thinking, “oh! The monster under my bed is pretty scary- no, fuckstick nothing."
The therapist looked at her paper for a moment then back to him. "How about I give you a prompt?” Bakugou didn’t look convinced so she added, “Then we'll get done faster." After a moment he sighed but agreed.
"How about for number two, we do school."
- School isn't scary, just boring. This shit is easy.
"Done."
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“Hey, man!” Bakugou turned his head to look at the boy who had popped up next to him. “How’s the writing been goin’? Kirishima asked curiously, glancing at the notebook that was tightly gripped in the blonde’s hand. Bakugou just shrugged, not really having any positive thoughts about the last week of writing, the stupid book was filled with his thoughts on six different prompts that were apparently fears, but he didn’t see that.
"Well, you gotta write more today right?"
"Sadly."
"Hm, wish I could come man, but Kami and I are going to the mall!” The redhead gestured the electric blonde a few feet away. “See ya later, Bakubro!" Bakugou grunted and watched his best friend run to the electric blonde, ignoring the twist in his chest and he continued to his session.
“Good afternoon, Ba-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The woman paused but gave a comforting and understanding nod, moving quickly on so she could leave him to his assignment. "Okay, number seven, parents." Bakugou tensed at the words but quickly shook it away and grabbed the notebook. No fears.
- My parents are fucking awful. Dad isn't that bad, he’s kind of boring but I'd rather hang out with him than the old hag. I'm not scared of her but it’s fucking annoying when she yells or hits me for no fucking reason.
Once he finished he hissed out a ‘done’ and tossed it over to Mrs. Yakudatsu. Carefully she read over the words, a neutral look on her face but she was satisfied by the writing and he could tell. The woman carefully handed it back with a smile.
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"Good afternoon, Bakugou." Mrs. Yakudatsu greeted him. Bakugou just grunted in response, opening his notebook to write today's 'stupid ass prompt'. "Okay, 11, Sexuality." The woman didn't look up to see Bakugou's frozen and tenses state but she knew it would happen. After a few seconds, Bakugou finally wrote and he finished almost immediately. Yakudatsu expected no different when she peeked over at the notebook.
- Sexuality doesn't scare me.
"No fear of sexuality?"
"That's what I wrote isn't it?"
"So you're completely comfortable with your sexuality?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes, "yes." He tried his best to keep his calm composure but his heart was racing and the blonde was sure the woman could hear it with each beat. "And your sexuality is?" It was careful but intrusive and Bakugou knew she knew it was. She was hesitant but determined with her question, her eyes carefully glanced down to the boy’s hands, watching for the sparks. “Straight. You nosey bitch.” Bakugou sunk back into the couch, eyes averted. He wasn’t lying, he knew his sexuality, he liked girls and girls only. Right?
He growled at his own thoughts, desperately trying to push away the tinge feeling in his chest. Mrs. Yakudatsu raised an eyebrow and gave a small hum, glancing towards the door. “Is that so?” Bakugou looked up, squinting in a glare, his red eyes piercing her soul while his defensive walls stacked up higher around him, anger shielding it like gunmen set for life. “What the fuck do you mean by that?!”
“Nothing.” She shrugged, looking back at the door again. “Anyone you girl caught your eye recently?”
“Fuck no.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know!” Bakugou yelled, he was frustrated and the questions were ripping at his patience quickly. Yakudatsu knew that she wasn’t going to back down though. She needed to get through, to get to one of the things that were bothering the boy. Some would say she was overconfident, that should couldn’t tell what the blondes sexuality was but when your quirk can read every psychological sign of your client just with the sound of their voice, it’s not really overconfidence . “Who do you hang out with during school? After school?”
“No one.”
“What about the boy in the waiting for your hall?” Bakugou’s eyes shot up, walls going up, even more, defense, he needed to defend himself. “How the fuck-”
“He’s waited before-”
“Don’t assume shit-”
“In fact, he’s waited nearly every time.” Bakugou sat up, scooting back a little. Uncomfortable , he was uncomfortable and nervous and confused, and he wanted her to shut the fuck up. “The one day he didn’t you seemed quite upset.”
“I was not.”
Yakudatsu ignored his claim, “You two seem very close.”
“Why the fuck does it matter?!”
“Who is he?”
Bakugou huffed and slammed his back into the couch, hands covering his face. “Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled through his hands, the therapist smirked.
“It obviously does.” She watched his reaction for a moment longer. “Best friend?”
“Yeah, I guess.” The blonde said quietly, finally removing his hands.
“What’s his name?”
“Kirishima Eijirou.” Yakudatsu smiled to herself, full name, not violence, contentedness radiated with the name when it fell from the boy’s lips. The sound of the end alarm hit Bakugou’s ears and in a few seconds flat he was up and at the door, immediately greeted by the blur of red.
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“Ready for twelve?”
“Yeah, let’s get this done.”
“Okay, number twelve, sexuality.”
“We already-”
“I know do it again, and be honest this time.” Bakugou looked blankly at her, not moving, fear. “It’s alright, no judgment.” After a few more seconds he let out a deep sigh and wrote.
- Sexuality was easy and the least scary thing but now, it’s awful. I never needed to question it. I liked girls and only girls but now, there’s him.
“There.”
Yakudatsu read over the writing before carefully closing the book. She looked up and smiled at Bakugou. “Good job.”
“Hey, bro!” Kirishima greeted Bakugou at the door again. “How’d today go?” The redhead asked again, just as he did every day after therapy and Bakugou shrugged just as he normally did. The two walked back to the dorms again, and Kirishima’s knuckles brushed the back of Bakugou’s hand like it did every day, again and again. However, this time, Bakugou stretched out his pinky and hooked it around the other boy’s. And his heart raced again like it always did but today he knew why, he
accepted
why, and it still scared him, but that was okay because Kirishima’s smile was enough to make that fear feel like nothing.