Therapy Sessions•{Dabi x Reader}

After Hours

The second you got home you pulled out a small shot glass and a barely used bottle of salted caramel whiskey. You poured it into the glass quickly, some of it spilling onto the counter. But you didn't care. You set the bottle down and took the shot glass in your hand, and drank it. Then you poured another one and drank that. Even though you wanted a third one, you made sure you had good self control. You hand your own rule, no more than two drinks. You usually followed it, but a third drink was calling your name. You stared at the shot glass, and then the bottle, and then the little spill on the counter. You shook your head in an attempt to rid the thoughts. You cleaned up the spill, put the bottle back, and quickly cleaned the shot glass and put that away. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

How could he kiss you?
What did you do that prompted that?
What could you have done differently?
Was there anything you could have done differently to change that outcome?
Was there a reason he did that? Of course there was, people just don't kiss other people at random... or do they?
Did he find you attractive?
Did you find him attractive, despite being his therapist and him being a villain?
Did he plan this? And if so, for how long?
Were there signs that you missed? You were usually really good at picking up body language.
How could you have missed signs?
How could you not have been careful?
Were you not careful? You usually are.
Could it have been that you were too careful? No, that's couldn't be it, because if you were it wouldn't have happened.
Did you like it?
Oh god, did you like it?
Did you even remember how it felt?

Maybe, just a little. You were entirely focused on his mind, but you do remember feeling his lips on yours. Gentle, sweet, the kiss was everything he didn't seem to be on the outside. Maybe this was his way of showing you another side of him. Yes, that had to be it. There's no other reason why he would have done it. But at the same time, it doesn't explain the image that was in his head.

God, what were you doing? He is your patient, you are his therapist. It's totally unprofessional. No amount of schooling or training could have prepared you for that. None at all.

But even with the morals and ethics behind it and how inappropriate it truly is, you kept finding yourself thinking about him.

Did he like it too?
What about you made him do that in the first place?
Did he finally trust you?
Or does he love you?
Love? What does he know about that? He's never been shown proper love in his life.
Maybe he wanted you to show him.
Maybe you wanted to show him...

You needed these thoughts out of your head.