𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 // J. Kyoka

8.

    ➵IT HAD BEEN two weeks since I was taken in for interrogation. Within that time, I had seen multiple doctor who examined every bit of me. My bones, my organs, my blood, my mind, my quirk, and my mental state. They actually brought in multiple psychiatrist and therapist to examine me, which I didn't understand. But when they sat me down and reviewed over my list of diagnoses, I got it.

Bipolar Peronsality Disorder, Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, insomnia, severe depression. What do half of these even mean?

It means you're fucked up.

Thanks for the comfort, damn.

The doctors also spent time getting to know my quirk. All the while, Doctor Yuuki did his best to make sure both of us were comfortable during my stay. But now, it was my last day in the hospital. My bones were almost completely healed, and I wasn't having any struggled with my throat since I hadn't used my quirk.

I sat down with Doctor Yuuki, listening to him going over some rules for my new home, if you could even call it that. Everything seemed pretty simple. I couldn't leave my cell without supervision, meals would be at scheduled times, etc. Although it wasn't anything I couldn't manage, that life sounded overly boring.

I let out a long sigh after Doctor Yuuki finished speaking, already not looking forward to this. He chuckled at my reaction, setting down his clipboard and intertwining his fingers together. "I know it isn't ideal, but look at the bright side. Once everything with the public has let down, we can find you a new home." I shrugged, crossing my legs. "Chin up, (Y/n)! Plus, I'll still be your doctor, so we'll get to see each other twice a week!"

I perked up a bit at that. Over these three weeks, Doctor Yuuki and I had grown quite close. Last week, he had even asked me to use his first name. I refused out of respect, but I felt happy that he felt that kind of trust towards me. I knew that using first names in Japan were usually a pretty big deal.

I nodded to him, silently letting him know I was content now. He had also picked up that I wasn't a very big talker, but he seemed to make up for that. Unless he was examining me, there was never a drop of silence between the two of us.

He then put his hand on the arm of his chair, pushing himself up before offering me help to stand on my own. "Come on, let's go get you settled into your new home. Who knows, maybe they'll let you have some coffee once you get there!"