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-34- Therapy

(new) Ah therapy, we all need it, only few of us have it. But who cares! Here's Shoto and his gruesome therapy session. Btw this is nothing like the original chapter since I've completely forgotten what I wrote in it so this is all original from my good ole noggin. Onto the story!

/warnings: Shoto's trauma being brought up,

Shoto's POV:

"Izuku? What are we doing?" Izu turned to me, smiling, not maniacally, just smiling.

"Remember the part where I said you wouldn't like this very much at the start. Yeah now you see why." I was furious, I abruptly shot out of my chair storming for the exit. Izuku was in front of me soon enough, hands extended in an attempt to stop me, unfortunately for me it worked. "Shoto just hear me out! You may not think you need it but prove it." I tilted my head. I was still fuming.

"Hear you out? Prove it?! Izuku I don't need therapy! I'm perfectly fine!" I shouted, crowding on him, hunched above him and stepping forwards, causing him to mimic and step back. I heard the woman clear her throat.

"From your actions alone and your explosive reaction I can tell you do. Let me guess there's some huge sap story about how you were always told you were fine and "didn't need therapy" because it was over rated." My head whipped around to glare at her. She wasn't wrong. But god did I want her to be wrong. "Let's think shall we. Daddy wasn't very nice now was he? By looking at the way you reacted to me saying what I just did he was the problem wasn't he?" I only got more and more angry as she continued to speak, she could tell, I knew she could, by her stupid smirk. Oh fuck did it set me off even more. I was nearly blowing steam out of my ears.

"Listen here you little bitch. I could kill you in SECONDS. Don't be getting bold with me." I growled, I meant every fucking word too. She laughed.

"You've already kidnapped me, jeopardized my job, what does my life mean to me at this point? You clearly had no intention of letting me go so might as well take advantage of the situation." She pushed her glasses up, smirking harder while making direct eye contact with me. She wasn't scared of me, why wasn't she shaking in fear. "So, sit your ass down and let's get through this shit. I'm done being scared and I'm done with your alpha male bullshit." I was intrigued, somehow this new curiosity overthrew my anger. I walked over, sitting in my "designated" seat, Izuku make his way to the other. "Now, where were we? Right dear old daddy. So He clearly wasn't father of the year but I can't do all the work here or you will get nothing out of this. So come-on speak up." I just glared, silent. After an elbow in the side from Izuku I finally spoke.

"My dad is, or was I should say," I felt the smile push through the cold look on my face, the manic smile that took its place and didn't have any plans of leaving, "Endeavor, although he looked perfect he was far from it."

"And thats where you got that disgusting scar?" Her language was vulgar, she clearly was trying to get a rise out of me, and it was working.

"No. That coward was smart enough to not leave visible marks. That was my mother. She wasn't as bad, until I was about four she was all I could hope for in a mother, she was kind, loving, and tried her hardest to protect me and my siblings from my father. Once I was four though, her mind started to deteriorate. My fathers abuse being taken out on her as she tried to protect us just became too much. She stopped trying to save us and started to realize there was no way out. She grew distant and stopped looking us in our eyes, she must have felt guilty or something I thought. But once I turned five I realized the real reason. I was listening to one of her many phone calls with her mother, she kept going on about how she needed to leave and it was unbearable here, how she couldn't look at us without being disgusted, she mentioned how much I looked like my father and how it made her want to do the most disgusting things to me to get at him. I was his most prized possession after-all. I called out to her, the next things I remember are the phone slamming down and her turning to me, a crazed look in her eyes, she grabbed the screaming kettle off of the stove and stalked towards me, shushing sweet nothings before gripping on to my face and pouring the whole thing onto me. The only time she stopped was when my father forcefully ripped her off me after hearing my screams. For once in my life, she was the villain and he was the hero. He was finally my hero, the one who saved me. I felt like the whole beginning of my life was her manipulation into making me think he was the bad guy. But obviously the young mind can be convinced many untrue things. I've had nightmares about that day for my entire life. That was the last time I saw my mother, until the day she died." The smirk only grew some the last sentence that left my mouth excited from the memories. " My father only got worse after, he favoured me sure, but that didn't mean I got off easy. If anything I was treated worse than my siblings, yet they resented me. My father beat me on the daily and put me through "training", I wasn't allowed contact with anyone outside the house and I was home schooled. The only time I left the house was when my father would show me off at seminars or in front of the press, to show how powerful his son was. Touya, the oldest of all the siblings, left when I was young, I've still never heard of him but I doubt he's still alive. I don't blame him for leaving to be honest, he had every right. My father downright ignored and neglected the others and they knew it, for some reason they took that out on me, shutting me out and being cold, the only times they would talk to me was to insult me. It was living hell for me. Everyone hated me yet obsessed over me. It was confusing for a child. The poor treatment continued until my later teen years, I was destined to go to UA which I'm sure you've heard about. But the week before I was going to be shipped off to this new environment I snapped during one of my training sessions with my father, covered in burns and dripping in blood I finally killed him, right before he died she told me how proud he was of me. It was pathetic, I laughed on my knees the knife still in my hands when my sister came in frantically. She was horrified, my head snapped to watch her before I killed her too. Then Natsuo. I didn't care for hiding the evidence, I knew the press would cover everything up in the end. I headed straight for my mother, she was my last target before I fell off the grid. Since then I've been living here, well at first on the streets before I was recruited into a small gang, I quickly moved my way up. I guess thats what a taste for violence and a high pain tolerance with low morality gets you. After becoming the head of the gang I reformed it, got out of the drug ring and kidnapped any kid who was in trouble, taking them here to give them a new life without the problems of their new life." I finally stopped, it was so exhausting to spew all that out but once I started I couldn't stop.

"Alright well that was a lot. I'll probably need some time to digest all that before I diagnose everything properly but just from that I can guess you have CPTSD, child post traumatic stress disorder. Some form of an anxiety disorder maybe? Bipolarity as well? I'm really not too sure at this point I'll need to break things down and look farther into it. Not like I can prescribe anything anyways. "So I have conditions." My brow quirked.

"You are in no position to be making demands." Izuku called out, I nodded along.

"Well clearly I'm staying here, you are no where near healed and you kind of need me for that. So I want my cat. He's in my apartment alone right now." She demanded. I thought before giving in.

"Fine. You'll get your stupid cat but you're staying in the basement." I watched Izuku shiver from the mention of the word, he had heard what happens down there clearly. I stood, Izu copying and we made our way out of the room into the hall, we walked in silence to my office and just before the door he stopped me, fists balled and tears in his eyes.

"Are you mad!" He asked in a worried shout. My expression softened.

"No." Was all I said, I could tell he was bracing himself for the worst, eyes shut and body tensed. He seemed shocked.

"What?! Why?! I forced you into that!" He exclaimed I only gave a sigh in return.

"Izu, Baby, My Love, I could ever be mad at you, I was frustrated before. You know whats best for me and if you think that the bullshit we just went through will help me, will help our relationship then of course I would go through it. Why wouldn't I? I would do anything for you." He smirked, clearly my words got to his head, he looked up at me, a devilish look in his face.

"Prove it." His voice went cold, clearly something in his mind switched. I fell to my knees in front of him, desperately almost, I looked up to him with a demoralized look in my eyes.

"I would kill the most valuable person in this building if you commanded me. I would die for you, I would kill for you, I would break each and every one of my fingers and gouge my eyes out with spoons if you even suggested that was what you wanted," My voice shook and the desperation only grew, he smirked basking in the glory. Just the fact that I fell to my knees in his presence was enough to show my loyalty but I continued, "You amaze me, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you laugh, everything about you makes me crave you, the second you leave me I need you, it's gotten so bad that if you were to leave me again like when Tomoura took you I don't know if I could live. I can't survive without you anymore. Izuku Midoriya you are my drug; my poison and my antidote; my reason for living and dying. Without you I couldn't possibly go on." I had so much more to say but I was sure that was enough, he looked satisfied, as if he was craving hearing those words leave my mouth. He grabbed my face between his thumb and finger and I leaned into his hand. I never though I would act like this for anyone. He threw my face to the side before gesturing me to get up, a single cocky chuckle leaving his mouth.

"You've got work to do Shoto." He commented, cold voiced, it sent a cool chill down my voice, he turned into the room, hips swaying. I followed like a starving dog being led to Thanksgiving dinner.

He entranced me...

Amazed me...

And I knew I couldn't live without him.

Alright thats it for this chapter! I love this chapter more than the rest of the book because it's my new writing. Hope you guys enjoyed thirsty Shoto. I thought this was a completely different but new way of re-writing this chapter. Have a good day. I'm posting this tonight instead of tomorrow because I just finished writing this and I'm kinda proud of it and I feel like it.

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