If only memories could be erased (Shoto Todoroki x oc) Rewrite

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Shoto's pov

I sat in the upstairs bathroom, head leaned on my knees as I stared across the room. I couldn't sleep. Not after what I saw in my dream. I hated that dream, it always made me want to scratch my scar after. I gripped onto my trouser, willing it to go away. Suddenly I heard a high pitched yet quiet squeak followed by the door being pulled shut. I lifted my head up and looked at the door. It creaked open and Aizawa looked in.
"Uh, I wasn't expecting someone to be in here" she bit her lip and tugged on her sleeve as she opened the door fully.
"I'll go" I mumble, getting to my feet. Instead of stepping out of the way like I thought she would, she closed the bathroom door and clicked the lock shut.
"What are you doing?" 
"Sit" she commands. I do as she said but I'm still utterly confused about the whole ordeal. She sits down herself, placing her hands between crossed legs. She looks straight at me, eyes landing on my scar. Feeling suddenly conscious about it, I lifted up my hand and covered my eye with one hand. She didn't say anything about it but her gaze didn't budge.
"Why are you staring?"
"I was staring. Shit. Sorry, I didn't realize" she apologized, turning her head to look at the wall instead.
"What are we doing anyway?"
"I'm waiting for you to explain" she responds, turning her head in my general direction.
"I'm fine"
"Crying in the bathroom isn't something I'd call fine" she objects, tugging on her sleeve again. A strong feeling of shame washes over me.
"Don't be upset or anything about it. Everyone has a 'cry in the bathroom' moment....... I think" she comforts, her head tilting slightly when she spoke at the end. 
"I just......had a bad dream is all" I mumble.
"About what?"
"My scar"
"Oh............ You should talk to your therapist about that one. Maybe sleeping pills or something will help" she explains.
"Therapist? I don't have a therapist" I object.
"What? Why not?"
"I don't need one"
"That's bullshit. A scald burn on your face. That sounds pretty traumatic to me" she explains, gesturing to her face.
"Dad said I was fine"
"Your dad's an idiot. You clearly have small remnants of trauma from the incident. You wouldn't be having nightmares about it so often if you didn't" she objected.
"How do you know this?"
"Look, as someone who has to see a psychiatrist on a regular basis, you should get at least a little help"
"Wait, why do you see a psychiatrist?"
"Ummmmmm.................... I have bad insomnia, anxiety and sleep paralysis" she laughs weakly, one hand behind her neck. I blink.
"You have anxiety? I thought that was your brother" 
"Well yes, he does have anxiety but mines isn't the exact same. I just have anxiety, Tamaki has anxiety and social anxiety. So its a little different" I explain.
"I'm still confused"
"Don't worry about it. Here, you'll be tired" she explains, standing up and holding out her hand. I take it and realize how bony it is. She pulls me to my feet before turning around, she feels around the door before unlocking it and walking out of the bathroom. She reaches out again, asking for my hand once again. I take it and she leads me away from the stairs and to another room. 
"Where are we going?" I ask quietly. She pushes the door open and walks in, closing it behind her. I look around the room. Its pretty bairn, a few photo frames on the dresser, a desk, a bed, dark walls and carpet but not much else.
"Bed" she commands, pointing in a vague direction of the bed. I sit down on the bed, gripping at the blanket. In the corner of the bed was a couple plush toys that had been shoved against the wall of the bed.
"Is this your room?"
"Yeah. I...........prefer having the least amount of stuff possible" she explains, sitting down on the bed next to me. 
"Why am I here?"
"You're going to sleep" she explains.
"I could have just slept downstairs-"
"Lie down. You're sleeping here" she objects, hands pulling her sleeves again. I lay down in the bed before Aizawa thumps on the bed next to me.
"Don't freak out. I'm just going to lie down here" she sighs, placing her arms beneath her head. I stayed quiet, turning onto my side which faced the wall and closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep.