Therapy Sessions•{Dabi x Reader}

After Hours

TW: Drug and Alcohol Use Mentioned
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You felt crazy.

You felt yourself going crazy.

You paced around your living room, watching your feet closely, trying to focus on them. But you couldn't get what happened out of your head. You couldn't get the image of Dabi on his knees for you out of your head. And the way he called you 'Doctor' at the end... it was all so flustering!

"I'm going crazy." You said to yourself. "This is insane."

You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard your phone ring. It started to light up on the kitchen counter and move slightly due to the vibration. You walked over and saw that it was your mom calling. You talked to her once a week, that's all you allowed. Of course, she would try and call more often, but it was a boundary you had set to talk to her once a week.

Usually you weren't in the mood to talk to your mom, but you needed a distraction. So you picked up the phone.

"Hi, mom." You answered the phone plainly.

"Y/n, hello dear. How is the new job going? I want you to tell me all the details!"

Oh god.

"I can't really talk about it because of confidentiality. And I'm not really in the mood to talk about work. Let's talk about something different."

"Oh, is work not going well?"

"I just want to separate my work life and home life. Tell me what's going on with you instead."

"Well, if you insist." Your mother laughed a bit, and hummed trying to think of something. "Oh, how about this! Your father got us a new T.V! And we're able to watch movies in 3D now!"

"Oh yeah? That sounds fun."

"Yes! You should come over sometime."

"I dunno, mom."

"I know that there's some unhappy memories here, but maybe it'll do you some good. Closure or whatever, you'd know more about that than I would."

You moved out of your childhood home the week after you turned eighteen. You planned on it the day of, but your older brother had ruined it. The cops had raided the home took him to jail fir some drug charges (or so you and your family assumed), and it felt unfair to you to leave your parents when their first born had been taken away. They didn't need to lose both of their kids that night.

"We could watch your favorite movie in 3D. You remember Coraline, right?"

"I haven't watch that in years." You chuckled a bit. "I honestly forgot all about it."

"You should come and watch it. We can watch it together with a glass of wine."

"I'm trying not to drink."

"You get that from your father." Your mother sighed. "You got his bad qualities."

"And my brother gets his drug issues from you. Your point?"

"Ouch, you didn't need to say that." She laughed a bit.

"And you didn't need to say that first. Dad's been sober for over five years and I've been trying really hard."

"You're saying that as if I never did."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come off like that."

"Thank you for apologizing."

There was a moment of silence.

"Are you going to apologize for your comment?"

"I have nothing to apologize for, Y/n."

Click. You hung up instantly, and set your phone on the counter, walking over to the kitchen cabinets to reach for your salted caramel whiskey.