Clipped Wings

Chapter 3

"It's nice to meet you, Keigo. I'm Dr. Mays." She spoke, I didn't care. The only reason I was here is because of Mt Lady and Best Jeanist, who thought I needed someone professional to talk to about what happened. They're right, I did need someone to talk to. I give Dr. Mays a glance. "It's Hawks, not Keigo," I mutter, correcting her. Dr. Mays just nodded, writing something on her clipboard before looking back to me.

"So, Hawks, tell me what brings you in today?" I finally glance at her, hesitant to tell her what what was going on. After eventually finding my voice, I finally speak, "It was my friends idea for me to come," I answer. I wasn't ready to open up, wasn't ready to tell her about the dreams. I wasn't ready to open the chest that was under lock and key in my mind, and yet I had to say something.

Dr. Mays studies me for a moment, trying to read my emotions. I wasn't gonna let my mask slip. She continued to look at me, trying to unlock the box that I kept buried for so long. She soon spoke, "You were the youngest to be a pro, am I correct?" I manage to look at her and nod."Yea, 18" I nodded. This was public information, so I didn't mind acknowledging it.

She wrote something on her clipboard again before asking more questions, like what age did I get my agency, and what age I was in the top 10s. These were easy questions. They were public knowledge after all, so I didn't mind answering them.

She looked at me with an unreadable look before speaking, "awfully young to be doing all this. First, a pro by 18 with our own agency and in the 10 by 20 and being number 2 by 22. That's a lot for someone so young." She looked at her notes and back at me, trying to unearth my past that I tried so hard to keep buried.

Dr. Mays was right, I was young. But I had to. I wanted to be a hero like Endevor. And the day the commision gave me the opportunity to be a hero like him, and I took it. I wanted to save as many people as I could so heroes would have more free time on their hands.

"So, why did you prefer going by that and not Keigo?" I froze at the question, staring blankly at her. She asked again, and this time, I answered, almost unknowingly, "The commission, who raised me under that name, wiped my family name from all public records." Why the hell did I tell her that? What was wrong with me? Why was I telling her sensitive information? Whatever it was, I needed to figure it out and fast.