Shinsou's POV
I sat on an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room, impatiently bouncing my leg up and down. Denki had one of his daily therapy sessions right now.
It always made me slightly uncomfortable being here. Everything was white and steril. The walls, the furniture, there wasn't even a single speck of dirt anywhere.
I decided to try and distract myself by pulling my phone out and lazily scrolling through the different socialmedia apps I had installed. It didn't work. And isntead my mind started drifting back to what dad had told me.
He leaned back against the teacher's desk and let out a sigh. "It's good that you care, but you should maybe tone it down a bit."
I looked at him confused. What is he talking about?
As he realized I didn't understand
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Look, I know you worry about Kaminari, but we need to give him some space too. He won't get better if we suffocate him. "
Suffocate? Get better? I could feel anger start to boil inside me. "Are you kidding me, have you seen him? He littetally had a panic attack over some broken plates. He needs all the support he can get. He's nowhere near to getting better!
Dad let out a sigh and pushed off the desk. He looked me straight in the eyes with a piercing glare."Yes, but he never will unless we let him. I'm not telling you to leave him alone. Just calm down. How do you think seeing you constantly worrying and fussing over him makes him feel."
"You don't get it!" I yelled, feeling more and more angry. "Denki needs help! He's hurt and broken and-
"and you think you're the only one who can fix him? "
"I-" I didn't know how to answer that. Of course I knew it wasn't only me but still, I had a responsibility. Silently, I clutched my teeth and hands.
"What are you going to do if he doesn't get better, if this is as much okay he gets?" I looked up at dad shocked, his expression remained unchanged. He is going to get better, he has to.
Suddenly I heard the door slowly open and I was brought out of my thoughts.
I saw Denki come out of one of the rooms with a middle-aged woman. I immedielty recognized her as his therapist and decided it'd be best to walk over there.
As I got close, Denki looked at me, a small insecure smile forming on his lips. I smiled back and walked up, putting my arms around him.
I could immebitly feel how tens he was. He never liked it here, and when he came out, he was always acting a bit sad and nervous.
I couldn't blame him though. He had been through a lot, and it must be incredibly hard to talk about it. Even though we talked about a lot of things, and he'd told me things I'd never even been able to imagine in my worst nightmares, there were still things he refused to tell me.
For example, what happened after he helped me escape. I knew he was tortured by the villains, but whenever I tried to ask him about it or broach the subject, he'd freeze completely and start muttering apologize and that he didn't want to. It wasn't like when he'd overuse his quirk or anything of the sorts. It was pure fear and horror.
I'd learned not to ask about it after my first few attempts, but if after all the horrors he's lived through, he still reacted that way. it made my stomach turn only to try and think about it.
As I could feel the tension in him I tried to, with only my body language, show him that he was okay, that I'd protect him. And I think he got the message as he relaxed just a tiny bit and melted into my grip.
