3rd POV
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"Mr-Mr Red Riot?" Y/n stares at the red hero in disbelief. "How can I be of service to you?"
"I'm, uh, actually here for my appointment." The red haired man scratched the back of his neck.
"Ejiro Kirishima?" Y/n questions looking down at her next booking.
"Yep, that's me." He gives a wide toothy grin.
"Well, right this way sir." Y/n gestures with her arms pointing down the hall, as does Kirishima silently telling her to lead the way. She gives a small thankful smile and nod leading the way to her office. 'What a gentleman, unlike that other hero earlier. I wonder what Red Riot needs help with?' Y/n wonders as they enter her modern office.
"Please take a seat." The two sit down across from one an other. "My name is Dr. L/n, what seems to be the issue Red Riot?" Dr. L/n inquires.
"Kirishima is fine. Well Doc, I don't know if you happened to see the news last week," He answers glancing around the room before connecting eyes with Y/n.
"The incident with the burning school?"
"Ye-Yeh... well, I was one of the heroes there that day. I was rescuing children from the last class that was left, and there was one child left that I had to get... but I was too late..." Kirishima Sighs deeply staring at his hands in his lap.
"Ah, I see." Y/n clicks her pen starting to write on the paper clipped to the clipboard. "This has been playing on your mind since? Please, if you can, tell me how this makes you feel and how exactly it is bothering you."
"I've always been able to save everyone. I remember I watched as that kid reached for me just as the roof crumbled in between us and what I can assume... on top of him... that hope he held in his green eyes that was lost in a matter of seconds. He was, he was just a-a kid." Kirishima leaned his head into his hands, a silent tear escaped before he could wipe it away. Y/n stood up, grabbing a box of tissues and sat next to the hero. She soothingly rubs his back until he calmed down enough to speak again.
"He had so much ahead of him. It's my fault, I-I wasn't fast enough. If I had a better quirk I could have gotten to him.-"
"Your quirk saves dozens of lives everyday, and say you did have a flashier quirk and got to the boy, then what? Have two people dead? Yes it's a shame a boys life was lost, but two lives is worse then one. Millions die everyday, you can't save them all. This happens in your line of work, but you have a good heart for wanting to save everyone. But sometimes we just can't save everyone." Y/n explains still soothingly rubbing the heroes back.
"I guess you would know, you have many of us heroes come to you for our problems. Do you ever get tired of hearing the same things over again? Doesn't all this play on your heart?" Kirishima's red eyes meet y/n's e/c ones.
"If I was tired of helping people, then I wouldn't be in this line of work. No matter the problem, even if it's the same situation, it all affects us differently."
"I still don't know how to handle this. Does this make me a murderer?" He looks at his open hands like they were possessed by some terrible power.
"Because you weren't able to reach the boy? No, of course not. You did everything in your ability to save all the other kids that day. If you weren't there to help, who knows how many other kids wouldn't have made it? Kirishima, don't let this one accident stop you from saving more lives in future. You are still a young hero, sadly this is going to happen more often then you would like, but if you keep trying your very best, that's what the people will see. They will lift you when you are down if you keep doing the very best you can."
"Still young? Ha, you make it sound like you are much older then me. You seem to be around my age." Kirishima lightly chuckles eyeing the woman.
"So you come to me for help and that's what you get out of this session?" She puffs air of amusement through her nose.
"No, no, I have taken in what you have said, just needs time to settle in I guess, but I'm 22 so I figured you wouldn't be much more older then me." He explains.
"I'm 23 if you must know. Anyway, we can discuss more next week if you would like. It seems you have a lot to review. I can write you a note to take some time off work if you feel it's necessary, the last thing I want is for you to go out on a mission and second guess every move you make." Y/n walks around behind her desk and searches for her offical doctors note pad.
"Maybe? Um... do you think I could make the appointment for Friday? The sooner the better." Kirishima follows the h/c coloured woman to her desk but stands in front of it. "Oh and maybe even going for a walk or sitting in a park instead of sitting in your office? Not that there is anything wrong with it here, it's just a little too formal for my liking." He rambles fiddling with his calloused hands.
"What an odd request, but I guess I see no harm in a walk. It's been a while since I've gone for a stroll in the park. I'll book you in for Friday then. Is the morning at 10 O'clock okay?" Y/n looks through the appointments for Friday on her desktop.
"Uh, Yeh 10 is fine. Thanks Doc." Kirishima weakly smiles as he walks to the elevator.
"Wait, here, take my card so you can give me a call anytime if you need. I'll see you in two days time then Mr. Red Riot."
"Kirishima, I don't like formalities. I'm not that much of an adult." He jokes.
"Apologies, I'll see you on Friday." Y/n gives a wave seeing him off into the elevator.
Y/n went back into her office, packing up what she was to take home and finish filling out any last minute files. She hung her bag on her shoulder as she turned off all the lights and locked her door. Taking the elevator down to the ground floor she exited the now mostly empty building. She walks a few blocks going into the small local grocery store.
"Hello Mr. Quincey." L/n greets the elderly man.
"Oh there's my favourite customer, how are you?" Quincey beamed.
"I am doing well. How are you doing?" She questions.
"Oh he's just an old fart, whining about this and that as always." A new voice enters.
"Hey! I'm plodding along just fine." The man pouts.
"Mrs. Satoko, as poetic as ever." Y/n giggles at the old couple.
"What can we get for you darling?" The older woman asks with a sweet grandmotherly smile.
"Just a pack of ramen please." The younger woman points to the shelf behind them. Quincey reaches for the pack of noodles and passing it to y/n.
"It's on the house Y/n." Quincey quickly spoke.
"But it's always on the house, will either one of you let me pay you one of these days? It's not like I don't have money, I have plenty of money to buy one pack of ramen." L/n replied.
"We are getting ready to close now, off you go." Mrs. Satoko shoos y/n out the door.
"Goodbye Mr. Quincey, goodbye Mrs. Satoko." The girl waves through the now closed glass door. Taking the pack of ramen with her, she made her way home to do her daily night routine. Shower, eat, sleep, repeat.
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Ello, ello, ello. I have no clue how to write like a therapist 😬 yet I do it anyway bc who doesn't enjoy making their life harder? Anyway, please let me know if there are any mistakes or if something doesn't add up, that be greatly appreciated. Like and comment if you want and that all I got to say. Now...
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