Get in Losers (We're Going to Therapy)

Wave of New Beginnings

Chapter 4
   
“Class, today is the first day of therapy and you will all meet your respective councilors,” Aizawa-sensei informed tiredly, as four adults no one had ever seen before entered. The first one was a burly hulk of a man with piercing black eyes and graying hair. He held himself like a soldier, tall and intimidating, and his scowl scared Denki stiff. He scanned the classroom over with a strange look in his eye, like he was remembering an unpleasant experience.

Denki prayed to whatever deity above that this guy wasn’t his therapist and he fully planned on never speaking to him lest he crossed some finite line and died. He had seen the email Aizawa-sensei sent to him, but he only knew the name of the guy, not what they looked like. He was going over escape plans when a hand shot up from two seats beside him.

“Hey, old man! What’s got you so pissy? Lookin’ for a fight?!” Katsuki, what have you done? You fool!

The man’s gaze landed on Bakugou before he furrowed his brow in confusion and replied with the thickest Russian accent Denki had ever heard.

“I’m not mad. I was just thinking about this one guy at the Starbucks across the road and I got mad because they outright refused to use proper Starbucks etiquette! Calling Ventis Larges and getting mad at the poor cashier when their drink was hot when they specifically asked for a latte! And to think they ordered pumpkin spice! The slander! The audacity!” he put a hand over his heart dramatically.

Ok, now Denki was confused. This man had gray hair and looked like he could bench press Endeavor into the dirt. And he was apparently mad over a Starbucks order. Implying he went to Starbucks that morning.

Then, the man pulled out an iced caramel macchiato in, wouldn’t ya know it, a fucking Starbucks cup, and took a sip. Motherfucker, where did that come from? He couldn’t take it; he had to ask who the hell this guy was. Raising his hand, he paused.

The man pointed his straw in Denki’s direction, adding further to the mystery.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I’m confused. You look like you could be my grandfather if he had the build of Dave Bautista, and you’re angry because of a guy from Starbucks? I don’t get it. Who are you?” he explained his thought process cautiously.

The man looked at him weirdly before replying, “Your teacher just told you that you were meeting your therapists today. Who do you think I am, the mailman?” he asked half-jokingly. He continued when he caught everyone’s blank stare.

“Sergei Belova. They assigned me to be the counselor for seats one through seven to class 2-A,” he stated. Damn that deity for leaving Denki’s prayers unanswered.

A second person stepped forward beside Sergei. They wore a fake leather jacket and shaded glasses. He had a laid back smile and wide brown eyes. The stylish person said to the class, “Hello, I’m Ayrondael Glace, but you may just call me Ayron. If you couldn’t tell by the name or the accent, I’m Welsh. To stave off any confusion, my pronouns are they/he/it.” All business, that one. But he kinda looked nervous. Before Denki could think too much about that, he resumed their speech.

“I’m the therapist of seats eight through fourteen in this class,” So it was Eijirou, Hanta, and Kyouka’s guy. And, yeah, this guy was definitely not a public speaker. They were practically sweating bullets.

The woman beside him seemed to notice too and jumped in front of them to pick up the slack.

“Hi you guys! I’m Myōji Daichi, but you can make up whatever nickname you want for me! I’ll be seats fifteen through twenty-one’s therapist! So let’s see… That’s Todoroki Shouto, Hagakure Tooru, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Mineta Minoru, Yaoyorozu Momo, and Shinsou Hitoshi if I’m not stupid!” she giggled before starting up again. “Let’s see a few things about me… My pronouns are she/they, I’m a Taurus, my Chinese Zodiac is a Tiger, and I’m turning twenty-seven in a few weeks!” they said.