(OC x Dabi)
A pro hero and a villain? Crazy right? People with two different opinions on society, able to stay together? Not unless you to take a risk on it.
"Didn't leave the fucking window unlocked for me, doll? Ouch, that hurts." He sarcastically...
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KIARA'S POV:
"What are you feeling lately?"
It was the same question. Every time I went back into the building, sitting on the small chair, across from the woman, my therapist, Dr. Ito.
"It's the same. Stress." I wasn't lying as I leaned back into the chair, placing my leg on top of my knee.
"It's not always, Mrs. Arakan..." My therapist attempted a reassuring smile as she held onto her clipboard.
(A/N usually in therapy they don't use clipboards from my experience, but we're just gonna pretend—)
"Well, in my mind, it's always constant." I shrugged at her, avoiding eye contact.
Yuna mentioned that I should at least keep seeing a therapist. She said it was to help me more, and she was right after I opened up about my past with drugs and poor mental state. But perhaps it wasn't working now.
"What is a happy memory of yours?" She asked me.
"Nothing." I plainly said.
"Ayame..."
I sighed.
"I don't know. I can't recall much from my childhood except for some parts, and maybe there were some happy moments... but maybe playing in the snow with one of my close friends." I informed her and now looked at her. Not telling her it was Touya.
"And what did that feel like? Playing in the snow with that person."
"Like we were the only ones there. Nothing else mattered in this disrupted world, and it was a great feeling. With their laughter." I smiled to myself, looking down at my hands.
"Sounds fun." She smiled.
"It was."
It was quiet until Dr. Ito said, "And how are you doing... after being sober?" She questioned.
"I'm still clean, which is good. I had a mission not so long ago about the club incident where there were drugs." I informed.
Dr. Ito straightened her posture. "And how did that feel?" She asked.
"Disgusting," I said. "Because whenever I got close to it or for one of the people to mention me taking some... I felt grossed out. But I was relieved because I was doing better than I was as a teen."
Ito smiled. "That's good, Arakan. If you're having any trouble with it again, don't be afraid to reach out to me, okay?"
Nodding at her, I heard her alarm go off. She placed the clipboard down and stood up as I did the same, facing her.
"Well, that's it for today. See you next week okay, Arakan?"
