(Y/n) Cunningham: UA Ninja

Chapter 36: *SLAP* LET ME SPEAK!

[Ignore Dadzawa and mentally replace him with Mic. Dadwaza was... y'know where he was...]

"So, yeah. I had a night terror and couldn't separate myself from Nomi the entire night... and even now." (Y/n) said as they sat in a mountain of plushies while holding the Nomicon to their chest.

"I do hope you understand that these feelings are perfectly normal and there's nothing wrong with them." Hound Dog responded as took notes.

"Yeah, I know. Kinda makes me feel like a wuss though. Heroes are meant to be brave." (Y/n) said, their hold on the Nomicon never wavering.

"Don't forget that your father was also scared and is in the same boat as you. I'm not allowed to disclose what he said to the letter, but I'd say he even seems more scared than you." Hound Dog answered.

(Y/n) hummed in acknowledgement.

No doubt the whole AFO thing had probably opened the old Oboro wound for Aizawa. Aizawa wasn't like (F/n), who had no problem balling over the phone to (Y/n) when they called him to let them know they were fine, he was the kind of person to suffer in silence.

But (Y/n) wasn't stupid, even they realized Aizawa was being much more clingy than he usually was and taking a leave from his Underground Hero work for a month. He probably wanted to make sure that (Y/n) wouldn't run off at night again and get themselves actually killed this time.

And thus, here they are now. In mandated therapy with Hound Dog every Tuesday afterschool until Hound Dog gave the all cleared. Individual therapy for both (Y/n) and Aizawa and family therapy for both of them together.

"About that bruise on your neck, do you think it would help if you covered it up with makeup?" Hound Dog asked.

(Y/n) unconsciously reached to touch the now purpley and yellow bruise with the shape of AFO's hand on their neck.

"Um... No. Not really. I kinda wanna see it fade naturally. I dunno, I feel like it'd make me feel like even though it's there for now, just like the night terrors, it's slowly fading away. Even if it gets worse before it gets better." (Y/n) responded looking at Hound Dog, very calm.

Hound Dog nodded, it was clear to him that (Y/n) was a very mature child for their age. However they were also a bit tricky to read, they seemed to be good at masking most of the things they felt to not have others worry about them.

It was as if the mere concept of people worrying about them made (Y/n) very very uncomfortable. It has something they'd have to discuss in their next session.

Hound Dog reached over to a jar next to him and pulled out a cookie and handed it to (Y/n).

"YAY! Cookie!" (Y/n) cheered, taking the cookie with one hand while holding the Nomicon with the other.

They examined the cookie and chuckled.

"It's raisin oatmeal! Did you know it's Elmo's favorite?" (Y/n) commented.

Hound Dog chuckled, "I believe we're done for now, (Y/n). Don't forget that if you need anything just call me and we can talk."

(Y/n) got up from the plushie mountain as a few of them fell over.

"Yup! Thanks, Hound Dog-sensei. I'll see you Tuesday." (Y/n) smiled and walked out of Hound Dog's office.

Waiting just outside was Aizawa dressed in a suit looking and hair done, not hobo-like at all. He looked good. 

"Ready?" Aizawa asked.

"Yessir!" (Y/n) holding the cookie with their mouth as they saluted Aizawa holding the Nomicon with the other.