Therapy Sessions•{Dabi x Reader}

Session 6

"Y/n."

"Oh? We're on a first name basis now?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all."

Dabi have a slight smirk, and looked more comfortable in the seat before you. He was leaning back in his chair, and gave off a feeling that he wasn't as guarded as before. It was nice to see him like that for you.

"Is there anything you'd like to talk about today?" You asked him, smiling just a bit. "Anything bothering you?"

"Not really. But I'm sick of talking about me."

"Well, the whole point of this is to talk about you." You chuckled a bit.

"I was hoping we could talk about you today. You seem like you have some issues." He smirked again, signaling that he was joking.

"Wow, thanks." You groaned, but then sighed a bit. "Alright, let's talk. I'm not sure what you'll find out, though. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"

"Well, you think I have childhood trauma, right?"

"You do have childhood trauma."

"Then let's talk about yours." He smirked, leaning forward in his chair. His elbow rested on his knee and he held his head up. Something about the face he was wearing made you nervous. You sighed, and took off your glasses and held them in your lab.

"Well, you know about my brother already. To put it simply, my mother was a secret addict and my father had a temper, especially with her. When my quirk started to manifest, not only could I read minds but I could see the images of what people were thinking."

"And how did that make you feel?" Dabi mocked. You shot him a little glare, but it only made him chuckle.

"Thats not funny. But to answer your question, it was very uncomfortable. Especially in high school."

"Why?"

"Why do you think? It was high school. A place full of horny teenagers."

"Yikes." Dabi gritted his teeth. "That sounds bad."

"It was pretty bad. Seeing those images and not really having control? It was horrible. Definitely traumatized me."

"My therapist has trauma, how cute."

"Everyone has some form of trauma, Dabi. There many different kinds, too."

"I know that much." He rolled his eyes at you. "I'm not new to this, you know."

"I know, I'm aware. One of the guards has told me you've had many therapists before."

"Oh yeah, I forgot he told you that. You've definitely lasted the longest. I'm kind of glad."

"Really?" A smile crept on to your face.

"Yup. Like I said before, you treat me like I'm an actual human. I can tell you're not scared of me. And I scare everyone I come across."

"Do you want to scare everyone you come across?"

"It's not my main goal, but it's funny to see sometimes. There was one therapist I had where all I had to do was make a slight move and he would jump out of his seat. He lasted two weeks."

"What is your main goal?"

"I want to get out of here, Y/n."

"You know that won't happen until you get better, right? I want to keep it as real as I can with you."

"I know that."

"Does that give you any motivation to get better?"

"I don't know."

"Thinking about your other therapists and how easily they left, can I ask a question?"

"You're the therapist here, I kind of expect you to ask questions." He chuckled.

"Do you want to get better? Do you want to better yourself and participate in normal society?"

"Normal society? A society where the abuser is praised and the abused doesn't even get a second thought? I want no part of that society."

You started to bite the inside of your cheek.

"Okay, then disregard that aspect. Do you want to get better for yourself?"

"I don't know."

"It would include resolving your trauma, and maybe one day facing the people in your family."

"And if I don't want to face them?"

"You don't have too, it's your decision and your life. You don't owe them anything."

"And if they try to reach out?"

"Again, it's your decision, Dabi."

"What if I don't want to get better?"

"Then... you don't want to get better. But if you don't want to get better, there's not much more I can do for you. The prison will probably let me go if they deem you 'too far gone,' or they'll reassign me to someone else."

"Well... I don't want that."

"It's your choice to make, ultimately. I have no say what you can and can't do. All I can really do is guide you into a better direction."

"Will you stay?"

"What?"

"Will you stay? Will you stay until I'm better? After I'm better?"

"I'll stay with you every step of the way, Dabi. And I'll do my best to provide what I can."

"I never thought I'd be like this. I didn't want to be like this, I just wanted out of my family. Away from my father. Faking my death was my way out." He started to ramble a bit, his eyes looking down at his feet. "I left my siblings with him. God knows what happened after I left... why am I thinking about this now?"

"You want to get better, Dabi. I think you realize it deep down. And maybe these were thoughts you had back then just resurfacing."

"I'm a horrible person, aren't I?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"I am. I hurt and killed so many people. I wanted to kill my father and my brother. It wasn't my brother's fault."

"I'm glad that you realize that. I think that's a huge breakthrough for you."

Dabi looked up at you, his eyes looking sad. There were no tears, because he couldn't cry. The tear ducts were burned away a long time ago.

"Please don't leave."

"I won't leave."

So... Hi! I am alive. And I'm sorry that I haven't updated in forever. Truth is, I lost all motivation to continue this story. A lot of 'good' ideas I had at the time were not actually good. However, I do want to finish this story so it's going to change DRASTICALLY compared to my original idea. I will turn it into a short story and get right into it to finish it quicker so I'm able to publish a different story that is more elaborate. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Much love 🫶