*i made some changes to the first few chapters if y'all wanna go back idk if its that important i just don't like the way they were written*
tw panic attack
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"so haru, tell me about why you are here." i shuffled around in my seat and gave the woman in front of me an annoyed glare.
"well mrs. amari, these therapy sessions are mandatory because i'm a lost cause charity case villain that ua so graciously decided to take in." i replied with a sarcastic smile.
mrs. amari seemed unfazed by my rude remarks and fidgety behavior as she reached into one of the side drawers of her desk and pulled out a file.
"when they interviewed you after you were detained to see if you were eligible for rehabilitation, they made sure to record everything you said" she opened the file and skimmed through the pages.
"you had so many interesting stories, tell me one."
i sighed and glanced up at the clock, willing the minutes to pass by faster.
"fine"
shifting around uncomfortably in my chair, i finally looked at the woman sat in front of me. she looked to be in her mid to late 30s with long black hair that framed her tan face. she had what appeared to be little to no makeup on and wore what i hoped was a genuine smile.
"when i was around 10 i used to go out a lot. shigaraki didn't really care if i went out as long as i wore a mask to hide my identity and didn't cause any trouble, so i would just wander around the city, looking at all the people. one day while i was wandering, i found this cute little flower shop and i walked inside. it smelled like roses. when i walked in, it was pretty empty so i just wandered the isles looking at all the beautiful flowers. i mean, you should've seen it! roses, carnations, hydrangeas, and god they were all so beautiful. anyways, this lady walks up to me and says 'are you lost young man?' and i just looked up at her and laughed. she looked like she couldn't have been more than 20 and she was calling me young man like she was a grandma! she always said she was an old soul."
i paused for a second, clearing my throat before continuing.
"i later learned that her name was seiko and she and her wife, naomi, owned the little flower shop together. i started to come to the shop frequently and it began to feel like they were my parents, the mothers that i never had. they used to let me help them pick out flowers for their arrangements and one time i even got to work the cash register."
i stopped talking for a few minutes, not knowing what else to say.
