Therapy Sessions•{Dabi x Reader}

Session 1

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I'm not sure, but I do know I want to help people!"

"Like a hero?"

"No, no! That's dangerous... I'll find out my own way to help people!"
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College wasn't an easy task, but once you figured out what you wanted to do, you faced all of your challenges head on and never looked back. You skipped a few grades, and definitely bit off more than you could chew in college, but in the end it was all worth it. You ended up getting your doctorate degree in psychology after 7 years, and completed your dissertation within a year, which everyone was impressed by. No one knew how such a young girl could have pulled off such a hard task, but you always knew that you'd be able to succeed.

Now you were twenty six, ready to start your career. Everyone thought you were a baby, and everyone saw you as one too. Did you let that stop you? Of course not!

You always wanted to work in clinical side of things, whether it was counseling or therapy. And thankfully, you were offered a job that no one wanted. You weren't too sure of the details, but at least you got your foot in the door. And the job paid well— maybe a little too well.

You approached the gate to the prison, a security guard letting you in and escorting you. You were given a badge so you would be able to open doors and the front gate when you would make weekly visits. As you were walking through the halls, your heels hit the floor making the clicking sound that you loved. You looked like the typical therapist: your H/C hair tied back into a slick bun, a white button up shirt with a black business suit jacket and a black skirt and pantyhose.

The security guard escorted you to a room that was big and spacious, but only had two chairs. This made you a bit nervous as you finally realized what you would be doing. You would be providing therapy to criminals.

"How dangerous is the person?" You asked the security guard quickly.

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking of his answer. "He was captured recently. He is a very well known villain, Dabi. Killed a lot of people." You stared at him wide-eyed, your mouth slightly agape. "You shouldn't worry, there will be guards outside of the door looking through the window. They will be there if anything happens."

You looked around the room again, trying to plan an escape route just in case you needed it. Unfortunately, it was a prison, and there was only one door with a little window at the top. All other windows were located very high up.

"Go ahead and take a seat and get all of your things ready. We're gonna bring him out soon." He informed you. You nodded and walked more into the room, and took the seat that was the closest to the door. Out of your briefcase you pulled out your notepad and pencil to take notes. You weren't too sure how you were going to approach this situation, or if he would even talk to you.

Once the security guard saw you all settled, he left the room, most likely to get the villain. You took a deep breath, feeling a little on edge now. But you wanted to help people. That was your goal. But what was to happen if you met a person who didn't want to be helped? That was a whole new situation you had to deal with.

Soon enough he came back with three other guards, one walking in front, one in back, and one holding the prisoner's arm. The villain had white hair and you immediately noticed that his head was down. The guards made sure to have him wear quirk-cancelling hand cuffs at all times. When they say him in the seat across from you, he still had his head down, slouched in the chair. He didn't dare look at you. He didn't care about what the prison had to say, he didn't want to do this 'therapy' thing. He had done it before and it was to no avail. All he did was make people quit and rethink their career paths.