Therapy Sessions•{Dabi x Reader}

Session 9

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"Sorry I'm late." You rushed into the room that Dabi was in, about thirty minutes late.

"And I was beginning to think that you had left me." He chuckled, standing up and walking towards you. Again, the guards just dropped you off in the room before heading to watch the other prisoners. The two of you were completely alone.

"No, it was just a rough night." You admitted, sighing. As Dabi got closer to you, he looked at you strangely.

"What happened?"

"Nothing important." You said with a soft smile. But he examined your face.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Only a little." You said, your face heating up from embarrassment. "Is it that noticeable?"

"No. I just know what to look for." Dabi smirked a bit, pushing some hair out of your face. "I didn't know that you drink."

"I try not to. I try really, really hard." You bit your lower lip to keep back tears.

"Hey." Dabi's voice was harsh, as he cupped your face. As you looked up at him with tears threatening to spill, he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. "We all have issues. Can't avoid them. I just would have never thought my therapist had a drinking problem."

"You're making sound bigger than what it actually is. I only drink when I'm stressed."

"Did my head between your legs make you stressed?" He smirked a bit. "Would you rather have something else between your legs?"

"Dabi!!"

"It's a legitimate question, Doctor. If you want me, all you have to do is say so."

"We have been getting way off topic. We need to start your session." You said, walking past him and sit down in your chair. "Please, take a seat."

"I'd rather stand." He said, walking over to you, but stood behind his chair.

"That's fine. So tell me, how are you feeling today?"

"Frustrated."

"And whys that? What's troubling you?"

"You."

"What am I doing that you'd like for me to change?"

"I want you to be less professional."

"I can't do that."

"You did yesterday."

"And it was—"

"A mistake?"

"Well... no, but—"

"So you enjoyed it?"

"I mean—"

"Come on, you can tell me." Dabi smirked, finally sitting down in his chair. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"And if I did?"

"It's not a bad thing. I wanted you to enjoy it."

"I did enjoy it. Maybe a little too much. More than I'd like to admit..."

"Good. Give me your bracelet."

"No, I cant this time."

"Why not?"