A Dragon's Heart // Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 43: Therapist

Amara POV

"This is so stupid," I sighed, my dark orbs narrowed at the doctor before me. Shouta and the psychiatrist exchanged words that I couldn't care to pay attention to. The doctor had long, straight black hair tied back in an undercut style, along with narrow, daunting dull gray eyes with dark shades of exhaustion under them. I'm sure he earned them through many years of medical school. My train of thought was cut off when my father sent me one final glare.

"You'll be fine, you have an hour to talk to him about anything," my father tried to encourage me, but I couldn't help but hide my disdain.

"Whatever," I spat before sinking deeper into the leather chair, which was oddly very comfortable. Shouta left the room, making me feel like he was pushing me into the deep end of a pool by leaving me alone with this shrink. The gray eyes of the doctor seemed warm, almost as warm as the fake smile he wore.

"Well, I'm sure you know, but my name is Doctor Ackerman, and I'll be here to help you. Can you start by telling me how you're feeling today?" Doctor Ackerman asked.

"I'm a little bit annoyed," I sighed honestly. The doctor began to bring out a blank piece of paper and fumbled it between his masculine hands as if he was rushing.

"Annoyed at what?" he asked.

"Being here. I think it's a waste of time."

"Well, Aizawa, your mental health is one of the most important things you need to take care of," he began to lecture.

"Uh-huh," I said in a dead voice.

"Your dad told me about you being blackmailed by the villains. Do you have anything to say about that?" the doctor asked.

"It was obviously the most relaxing and happiest time of my youth," I sarcastically said.

"Tell me about it," he commanded warmly, with curious undertones.

"It wasn't as bad as you'd think. On the first day I was there, I got stabbed by some psycho and almost bled to death. But one of them was nice to me," I replied.

"Oh no, that must've been traumatic. Being alone in a new area, with only yourself to depend on, and having something like that happen to you," the doctor said. If only that was the only time something like that had happened to me. My entire childhood with my adoptive family was hell. High school didn't seem so bad at the start until I got kidnapped and then blackmailed by the villains. They told me my entire existence wasn't even for myself. Then I get back and get beaten within an inch of my life because all my quirks have vanished.

"I guess," I finally spoke after mulling over my life events in my searing mind. My nose itched for a moment before I felt a sneeze creep up. I had no time to react as my eyes squeezed shut when the sneeze rattled me. Fiery heat exploded out of my mouth and nose in a frontal cone, causing my eyes to widen in surprise and awe; my fire was coming back. I almost couldn't help but feel happy until my therapist started screaming. He had been covered in cinders of flame as they ate away at his fancy white coat. He flung it off and ran out of the room screaming horridly. I could hear his loud footsteps reverberate down the hallway as his blood-curdling screams seemed endless.

His white coat sat quietly, void of life. Tiny fragments of my fire danced over the thick material, destroying it slowly as it hungrily devoured the fabric. My heart fluttered as I lovingly watched my flames; my quirks were coming back one by one.

"Amara?!" Shouta shouted at me in a harsh tone as he rushed towards me. "What the fuck? Dr. Ackerman said he almost died because of you," he scorned.

"I guess therapy isn't for me," I chided. I stood up from the white leather chair and paused. "When I sneezed, flames came out."