Therapy boy | Kurapika x Reader

1 | Not needed

The day began with a tree knocking at my window, I groggily stared at the jittered shadow on my curtain as the bare, autumn tree thumped at my already scratched window. The tree to me, felt as if it were a peasant, as if it were begging for something. Something I don't yet know, maybe forgiveness? Or maybe it just wants the sun, it is autumn after all. Gosh what's getting into me it's a tree, it's nature.

I should get up and stop looking at trees, I have a client at half one.

My legs carried my body to the wide window and my arms naturally dragged the curtains to their respectable daytime places. I nibbled the inside of my cheek and glanced at the, now bigger, white streaks that forever don my thick window.

My attention focused on the wardrobe, it has been re-organised to fit the new season change, autumn, it's stocked with knitted jumpers... and many pairs of fluffy socks.
I chose a pair of simple flared jeans topped with a blush, knitted jumper my friend made for my one year no-drug milestone. How thoughtful of her.

I padded to the bathroom and placed my outfit on the toilet lid. I huffed at the mirrors reflection and began violently brushing my teeth.

Today's mission is to fit the house to visitable standards and be ready for a client.

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"Listen, I don't want help, I've told you on countless occasions it's not needed, I cannot fathom the idea that this will meddle with my schedule. Tell them that I won't be-"

"You are going, as a close friend i've seen that you've become ten times more distant with us all and we get lonely. As a medical doctor I cannot give you a one on one convo on your mental health professionally, a therapist can though!" Kurapikas good friend, Leorio gleamed. But his grin soon washed off at a chilling thought, "You may not want help but you sure need it, I don't want to see my close friend die, not again."

Both of the men sat on a kitchen stool drinking lukewarm coffee, submerged in a gloomy atmosphere that from another's perspective, could be viewed as violent. Kurapika processed his good friend's wise words as Leorio gulped his now semi-cold beverage.

"Fine, i'll go," the blonde muttered into his cup.

"You were going anyways sunshine, the intake session starts at half one." Leorio said, smugly.

Kurapika paused and glanced over to him, "That's in an hour."

"You're already dressed, i'll drive you."

...

"I genuinely don't believe this is necessary, I handle myself how I see fit, I don't need someone else's pep ramble for me to 'behave at a standard'," Kurapika mumbled, mostly to himself as he fitted his seat belt, Leorio just getting in his car.

"Stop, be thankful i'm worried for you. If it wasn't for me you'd be dead by now." He started his sporty vehicle and began driving east, soon dragging the cold seatbelt over his body.

Leorio, at first sighting, is viewed as a stereotypical man, he thirsts over women in magazines, he drools over money, and is obsessed with the idea of drinking alcohol in a hot tub packed with half-naked women. But though he sounds snobby, he's a very caring older man than most of his friends. His looks are attractive, sharp, with unusual glasses sitting at the tip of his nose, fuzzy side burns which bring out his jaw and cocky but warming brown eyes which anyone who's attracted to older men could get lost into. He's usually fitted snug into snappy padded suits which bring out his shoulders and tight fabric that show off his brawn.

"Listen man, I think that this is in the best interest for you, though you may have a lot on your plate at this moment you need to let something out of your little body. I'm surprised your restriction hasn't killed you yet." Leorio muttered, switching gears to park outside a small home.

"Why are we at a house and not a facility of a sort?"

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I scrambled around in my office, planting a personal sheet of another client in a folder and slamming it shut, now tuning in on the fact that my doorbell sounded. I grasped a fresh folder and my notepad as a warm smile welcomed itself onto my face, I made my way to the front door, clutching my stationary in hopes it wasn't a delivery.

"Hello, would this be..." I fumbled as I sloppily fiddled with my folder, scrambling like a teenager at a first job.

"Kurapika?"

"Yeah, that would be me." The pale man spoke up after glancing at a navy car speeding away from my house. Soon shifting his focus to the unknown person that stands ahead of him, who is currently scanning him head to toe.

I took a quick moment to observe Kurapika, he's embellished in a gorgeous, dark grey, Italian-styled suit with black loafers. His light blonde hair brushes his slightly padded shoulders and a single scarlet drop earring twins with his plump lips. The man's eyelashes were long and his eye bags were dark, thick like fog on a bad day. A slim, pretty nose was the crimson cherry on a cake.

"Ah, please come in." I fixed myself out of a trance and guided my client to my office. "My name is y/n, I received an email on your friends behalf of your behaviour towards yourself, others and- oh please have a seat!"

Kurapika awkwardly placed himself onto a cushioned seat and glanced down to stare at the thin carpet.

He is somewhat shaken by the new atmosphere his friend subjected him to, he'd never been to such a place for himself before. Sat in an unfamiliar young woman's house- office, of a sort seemed rather alien to the Kurta. Though he sat still and pretty, like a greek statue.

I bit my lip as I looked towards him, he's just nervous, "...I received information in an email by your friend about your unsafe behavioural acts towards yourself and others. It states on the message that you're in need of support from trained personnel, for your friends suspect and have in fact noticed you've been harming yourself emotionally and physically. Is this correct, Kurapika?"

"I'm fine." He sighed as he ruffled his hair, "I don't need this, I manage myself just swell."

I sighed and jotted down some information on his first impressional attitude. "Don't say that sir. This request states your health, both mentally and physically, has been worried over by your pal who wrote this email. It mentions that over the course of a few mere months you went from dull to duller, he and others said to have noticed your change in attitude, facial looks and weight. That doesn't sound 'just swell' to a professional."

"Puberty, miss."

I smiled at his formality, "While that may contribute to some of the changes in your life, it doesn't explain how it happened later than the average age... pardon me for going onto such a sensitive subject but it's in our best favour so I can figure out some conclusions as to why your mental state is deteriorating."

His expression went from blank to stern. Now looking up towards my eyes, forcing himself to seem interested for he doesn't want to be rude to the mystery woman referred to as y/n, I can read this man like an open book.

"How and where did you live after the Kurta massacre, Kurapika?"