The camera flickered on, revealing you sitting in a room, wearing dark blue asylum scrubs with shackles around your wrists, chained to the floor. Your hair was messy, slightly drenched, and fell in front of your face. A rolled blunt was set in front of you, you picked it up and placed it in your mouth, leaning forward so an orderly could light it for you.
"Alright, Y/n, how are you feeling this evening?" The doctor asked as you puffed on your blunt, blowing the smoke out of the corner of your mouth.
"Still sleepy..." you mumbled, wiping the sleep out of your eyes, sniffing a little. Over these past two years, you've had a battle with a sort of depression, grieving over your losses. You hadn't heard anything about Dabi since...it happened, he could be dead for all you knew.
"Are you aware that this season is being recorded and will be broadcasted across Japan?" You scoffed.
"The fuck happened to patient privacy?" You asked, inhaling the blunt, exhaling the smoke.
"Well, since your caliber of villainy is so high, the government required us to record this session and broadcast it across Japan. A-"
"Security thing? Yeah, I get the point," you said as the doctor moved around some papers.
"So, now that that's over, we can go ahead and get started. First, I'm going to ask the question that myself as well as a lot of others want to know: why? Why did you murder innocent people the way you did, what made you like this?" You stayed quiet a moment, staring at the table deep in thought, your brows furrowed.
"Some people...are just born to fight, I think," you started, inhaling your blunt again, exhaling the smoke slowly afterward.
