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03/Greetings

You were never fond of children.

Watching them always push their luck, never realizing how lucky they were.

From the start, you could easily distinguish problematic children from the snotty brats who did anything they wanted because they were mommy's little angel or dad's brilliant little man. People have always believed that the kids who were mistreated or neglected, if not abused, were off doing drugs or bullying others, but the truth is quite the contrary.

Remembering all the sessions you had with "troubled" high schoolers was enough to make you smash your head against a wall, but seeing someone so young in a maximum security jail meant three things.

1- it probably had something to do with her quirk growth.

2-she's probably doing all this for the attention of a boy, knowing how kids act nowadays.

3- if her parents are still alive, I'm suing for so many fucking reasons on her file.

"Good in mourning, you obnoxious wastes of space! My name is none of your fucking concern, nor are my likes, but I can assure you incompetent morons are already making their way onto the shit list unless you want to maintain your employment. You are going to start showing some fucking respect to my patient while in front of me." Y/n exclaimed as she kicked the door into her new office and noticed the effort of two guards trying to bind the poor girl down.

  In a stern and aggressive tone, Y/n addressed the guards before her, calling them "obnoxious wastes of space." and making it clear she wanted nothing more than to have them out of her sight. She warned them, asserting that incompetent behavior would not be tolerated if they expected to keep their jobs. Upon entering her new office, Y/n immediately noticed the distressed girl who was chained to the chair on one side of the plain desk. Y/n's frustration was palpable as she would have to go out and buy more comfortable furniture. She emphasized the need for empathy and professionalism in their interactions.

As she closed the door, Y/n's anger was evident in her forceful language and commanding presence. She made it clear that any mistreatment or lack of respect towards the patient would not be tolerated by her. Despite the tension in the room, Y/n's primary focus remained on protecting and advocating for her patient. She would ensure that the guards understood the gravity of their actions and make sure this never happened again. Her passion for advocating for those in her care was evident in her words and actions. The intensity of the moment was underscored by Y/n's unwavering determination to defend her patient and ensure their well-being. She stood firm in her belief that every individual deserved to be treated with care and respect.

Once finally sitting down in the peeling leather chair, Y/n's tired eyes scanned the dimly lit room until they landed on the young girl sitting before her. lost in thought, Y/n failed to notice the expression on the girl's face- a mix of excitement and anxiety, as she waited for Y/n's response 

"Hello there, Toga. It's nice to meet you," Y/n began warmly, offering a friendly smile to ease the tension in the room. "My name is Dr. L/n. I'm here to help you, so let's start by getting to know each other a bit better, okay? "With a gentle and reassuring tone, Y/n continued, "Tell me about yourself, Toga. What are some things that you enjoy doing or are passionate about? I need to understand you better so that I can support you in the best way possible." 

"Ooh~ well I have a really big crush on these two cuties named Izuku and Ochaco! they're both so sweet, just like their blood~" Toga's eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke about her crush on Izuku and Ochaco. She couldn't help but blush at the thought of them, her heart fluttering at the mere mention of their names.