ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 ・||・ E. Kirishima

♡*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕟: 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖*♡

⚠️𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤)⚠️: talk of mental health,

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"Sekiguchi, keep the car close." F/n had never left his house so quick. As soon as he was called and told about what happened at the USJ he started yelling at Sekiguchi to start the car. "Yes sir." Sekiguchi wouldn't say it out loud, mainly because he's not allowed to, but he's worried about Y/n because she's always been like a little sister to him. Let's just say everyone was a little shocked when F/n stepped out of the car. Parents, teachers, students, none of them could believe this brick wall that stood at a strong 7'2 was related to anyone here. F/n is a scary looking man, probably because he's one of the most terrifying people anyone could meet and strangely enough he looks nothing like his daughter.

𝕐/𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕧

"Someone remind me to never sleep in a random bush again." I wasn't talking to anyone in particular but Kirishima laughed as he helped me pick sticks and leaves out of my hair. I don't know what was in that bush but I have the worst rash anyone's ever seen and about a hundred ant bites. I feel disgusting and I don't why I ever slept on dirt, definitely need to have a shower. "L/n, look at that guy, he's terrifying." I stopped scratching my arms for a second and looked up to see dad with Sekiguchi trailing behind. "Oh that's my dad." I walked up to meet dad half way because he's kinda scaring everyone. "Y/n look at me. Are you hurt?" F/n immediately spotted his daughter resting her head against the wall. "Dad I'm fine." Y/n doesn't feel fine but knows her dad will go nuts if he thinks anything is wrong with her. "What is this? What is all over your skin?" Dad lifted up one of my arms and inspected it. "It's a rash but I've already planned out my routine for how I'm going to clean. It's going to take a while but I should be done by 7:30, 8pm at the latest." , "ridiculous, you have an appointment at 4 o'clock. Sekiguchi." Dad snapped his fingers as Sekiguchi and he quickly grabbed my hand, healing all my rashes and bug bites and transferring them over to his own skin. "Thank you. Dad I need to shower properly, I'm disgusting. Now that the rash is gone I could probably knock off an hour or two but I can't afford to miss any steps." I don't even know if dad is listening because he's just pushing me over to the car. "Fine, I'll call and push the appointment to 5:30 but you better be ready to leave by 5." I'd still prefer more time than that but I guess I could make it work. "Okay, thanks dad." I reached up hugged dad before climbing into the car.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

"Okay, I think I'm done." I stepped back and looked over the freshly cleaned leather chair before finally taking a seat. "I'm sorry that took me so long, usually I get it right the first one or two times." I folded the wipe up in my hand and looked up at the psychiatrist, Dr Goda, sitting across from 15. "It's okay, but why exactly did you clean the chair 4 times?" I refolded the wipe again to keep myself distracted as I answered. "Umm, I told myself too..... Well I didn't tell myself to but my thoughts did. They said 'that doctor lady will die or be hurt if this chair isn't cleaned' so I cleaned it but it wasn't perfect so then it was 'if you don't get right this time it'll be to late." it's making me anxious thinking and talking about this.

"And what are these thoughts like? How often do they come about? What makes them come about?" I feel like I'm being interrogated, I hardly know how to answer these questions. "They start when I wake up, that's why I do the same routine every morning. I usually check the lights and locks a few times, I also repeatedly check on my dad in the morning to make sure he's alright. I don't know why they start but they tell me these ridiculous things that I know don't make sense. I don't know what to do. I know I'm not telling myself to do this stuff but my brain is. Keeping everything perfect keeps the thoughts away and it means I have nothing to be scared or to be anxious about." I started crying and bouncing my leg. I don't like telling people about my impulsive thoughts because I know their stupid and irrational. "What happens when you don't get it perfect?" the psychiatrist handed me a tissue box that I was a bit reluctant to touch. "Well usually I just keep going till it's done but one time last year, when I was over seas it didn't stop for days and I thought a lot about killing myself, but I ended up going home instead. I didn't leave the house for 6 months." that was really hard to admit for some reason, the only people who know about that are Dad and Sekiguchi.

"L/n when did this all start, was there any kind traumatic event?" yeah of course there was. "It started when I was about 4 or 5, there was a car crash and I don't know I just couldn't think the same after." i know I could have told her more but I don't feel like bringing it all up. "You know when I was called by my friend at UA and she said she was worried about you she said you were confident you don't have OCD, as someone who has been doing this job for over 20 years I can confidently diagnose you with OCD." The psychiatrist wrote something down on a piece of paper then looked back up after me. "Wait no, I don't have OCD. I only came to this to get everyone off my back about it." this isn't how this was meant to go, I should've just lied. "I don't think you believe that, I think you're a smart girl who knows something isn't right in your brain but your to scared to have someone tell you what's wrong. I'm guessing that's why your 15 and only just seen a doctor about this. It's okay to be scared." this lady is to good at her job. "No, no I can't be like this forever, you can't call me something I'm not." , "L/n you want to be a hero right? That's a messy job, how will you react to those messy situations. What if one day the person you marry is a hero and they come home sweaty and covered in dirt. Are you going to make them and yourself shower and disinfect for three hours after work everyday? don't have to be like this forever. I think you should start coming to see me once a week and we can go over some ways to help treat this, okay." she handed me a bunch of paper and walked me out to dad.

She said something to him but I didn't hear any of it. The whole ride home was a blur and I don't feel right. "Y/n honey, everything is going to be fine." , "No, fine isn't good enough. please don't touch that." I started randomly pulling things out to reorganize. "What are you doing? Your making a mess." I dumped a bunch of stuff out of the stationary drawer in my desk onto my bed. "Organizing. These post-it-notes should be stacked top to bottom pink, yellow, orange, blue but there stacked orange, pink, blue, yellow. These green ones need to go, I hate green. Purple can go because you said purple is fine and I need better than fine." Am I stressing, a little maybe even freaking out a bit. "Y/n, stop!" , "You know what I don't need any of this." crying, breathing heavily and throwing anything I could find in the trash, I can't get a hold of myself. "None of this is perfect! It's all just fine!" Dad stopped me and pulled me into his body. Hugging me against my protest. "You're okay, everything will be perfect."

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𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙𝟜𝟘𝟘

probably not the most accurate thing I've ever written (nothing I've ever written is accurate.)

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖