Chapter 50
**[Two and a Half Years Later]**
Sweat rolled down his temple as Izuku sat in front of the neat looking desk, the woman sitting behind it noting things down on a sheet of paper. A strand of her light blue hair fell on her face the moment she lifted her oddly calming brown eyes to look at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. The greenette didn't think he would ever do this, his fear too powerful to even consider it. But that had been years ago, when his anxiety was at its pinnacle, his depression eating away at his mental health. But, with Katsuki's help, he had found the courage to seek the help that he needed.
Katsuki sat outside of the psychologist's office, his leg jumping in anxiousness as he awaited for his boyfriend's session to be over. According to Mayu, Izuku's psychologist, today was his last session for half a year. It took a while to find effective medication, some of them having worsened his condition rather than improve it. It hadn't been an easy journey, and there had been times where Izuku thought about ending it all. Nightmares of the man he had defeated still haunted him even after years passing, and having lost his quirk took a toll on him.
"Now, Midoriya, how do you feel about this being your last session? Do you feel ready?" Mayu asked, putting down her pen and leaning back on her office chair comfortably. Although Izuku had shown a considerable amount of improvement throughout the years, his anxiety would still make its appearance when he felt uneasy. The weekly sessions had been part of his routine, and he quite enjoyed Mayu's presence. Her quirk suited her profession perfectly, it being of empath. The moment he learned about it, he immediately yapped about it to Katsuki like the usual nerd that he was.
"I'm a bit anxious, honestly," Izuku admitted, rubbing his palms together as he gave her an apologetic smile. He knew that she could read into his feelings, so there was no use in lying to her. He had tried to on their first sessions and not once did he fool her. "But at the same time, thanks to your help, I feel like I will be alright. And with Kacchan by my side I know I'll be able to get through it."
"I'm happy to know that Bakugo is still a big part of your life. You two share a strong bond that is rare to come across these days," Mayu said sincerely, genuinely glad that the greenette had someone like the explosive blond. Judging by Izuku's state when she had first met him, she knew that the boy wouldn't have made it without Katsuki.
The greenette blushed at her words, getting immediately flustered the moment his boyfriend was mentioned. He, too, was happy that he had Katsuki by his side. It was something that he would never get tired of admitting.
Sensing his emotions, Mayu stood up from her chair and walked around the desk, putting a hand atop his curls and ruffling them slightly. She held a deep admiration to the boy, not having believed that he had been the one to defeat All for One at first. Although now quirkless, Izuku was known to be Japan's greatest hero. The new Symbol Of Peace at the age of fifteen. It was truly impressive.
"Our session is now over. Now go out there to your lover boy, I can feel his desperation from all the way over here," she laughed, retracting her hand and motioning to the door. Izuku chuckled, standing up and giving her a grateful smile.
"Thanks, Mayu. You have helped me so much throughout these years, and I really appreciate you," Izuku said, watching as her amusement shifted to kindness.
"Of course, kiddo. It's my job," she joked, pulling the boy in for a hug. "See you at your graduation tomorrow?"
"If you're not there I'll come over here and drag you there myself," Izuku joked back, pulling away from the hug and waving goodbye. The moment the door opened, Katsuki shot to his feet, a slightly concealed excited smile adorning his face. His heart pounded, his boyfriend's content expression made Katsuki feel at ease, immediately pulling the bundle of joy into a hug.
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