Used. (KiriBaku)

1 - Therapy

Katsuki Bakugou was using me. 

I knew he was using me, although I didn't care, my heart didn't care one bit, my brain would send warning flares, screaming: His smirk is fake, those gorgeous eyes are lying to you, his perfect teeth are holding back the venom from within. It wasn't my fault I had fallen for him. But it surely will be when I finally reach the ground. When that inevitable pain comes and engulfs me whole, once he actually admits it, when he says the words. 

"I was just using you, do you know how many times I've heard that heart shattering sentence? Enough that just saying it makes my ears rings." 

"Mhm... and how do you feel about that?" My therapist pushed, I sighed knowing to him I was just another patient. One that would eventually become a lost cause. Who knows maybe I'll go insane, blow up a mall or something, then he can be famous for having 'treated me'. I'm no psycho. Just a hurt shell of who I used to be. 

"Annoyed, in pain, upset. I don't know. Shouldn't you be the one telling me what I should feel?" I questioned with a defeated sigh. I knew this was going nowhere and if it wasn't for Mina begging me to go so I could be the 'real Kiri' again I wouldn't come back to this place. There isn't anything wrong with me. I'm still the 'real Kiri' I've just gone through some shit. Apparently after I got out of the hospital I wasn't the same as I was before the incident. 

"And who is this Katsuki Bakugou? You talk about him quite a bit and we haven't actually talked about him." He questioned, I knew this was coming...

"He's a colleague at my job, he sits in the cubicle beside me, we often chat, mainly when he is bored though. Sometimes I'll see him in the break room, or with some date on the street, or when I go to the bathroom at work and he has a female friend in the stall with him." I felt myself deflate, my esteem dropping to the floor. Isn't therapy supposed to make you feel better about yourself?

"This seems like an upsetting matter," He pushed, god I hated it when he pushed, "Why are you distraught by the fact that he isn't as engaged as you are?" Again I let out another sigh.

"I don't know, I guess I wished he care more? If he would put an ounce more effort in, a space glance, I would have some hope." He gave a nod and a hum, jotting down mindlessly. 

"And you say he is using you? Why is that?" I actually did not have the answer to this question myself...

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