Todoroki One Shots

Unwanted flashbacks II

Requested by: Rising_Ashes

Summary:

Ptsd is a disorder that doesn't go away in just a short amount of time, and something that needs the necessary attention, as well as treatment in order to get better. 

After being coaxed and pushed by his classmates, as well as his teacher, Todoroki finally gives in and decides to try therapy. Though as one thing leads to another, it's hard to tell whether things are getting better or not, and while he may be going along with everyone else's wishes, what will it mean when considering his own?

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He told her everything...

All about the flashes...

His nightmares...

The constant images that clouds his judgement...

He's been seeing her for just about a month now, yet he doesn't feel anything. No changes whatsoever.

His classmates says It'll take time, but he doesn't think he has that much to spare...

It's the same lessons every time, the same words and sentiments that never makes much sense-

"What images did you experience since our last meeting?"

"What did you do?"

"Who helped you?"

He doesn't see the point in these questions, much less the effect that they should have on his condition.

Why was therapy such a big deal? Nothing was working...

He's been going to every session just like he had promised his classmates, but every time either; Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday rolls around, he finds himself in a dark cloud of doubt- a lingering feeling that's telling him to stay away and to ignore the pleas of his peers.

Shoto Todoroki doesn't want to get better... atleast not under these circumstances...

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As Saturday rolled around ones again, he found himself getting ready to leave the dorms- his classmates all enjoying their weekend, while Shoto has to talk with this therapist that never seems to expand her vocabulary. How hard was it to come up with a new question every once in a while?

"You leaving? Oh, right. This is the tenth session right?" Kirishima called from one of the couches, as Shoto finished putting on his shoes by the door. "Do you feel any different?" 

He wondered whether the red head was referring to Shoto's own personal feelings about the matter, or about the whole 'PTSD' thing..

There was so much he wanted to say, yet he settled for a shrug of his shoulders instead. They won't listen... after all, they're the ones who makes him attend these sessions... he never wanted to go in the first place...

"I guess..." 

He thinks there were a tint of sympathy in the red heads expression, but he didn't have the consciousness to care- instead taking to leave the dorm building without as much as a wave.

Another spiteful day... another nightmare with no escape...

His stride were steady and forward, as he walked along the sidewalk- his therapist barely twenty minutes on foot away from the dormitory, which made it easy for him to get there after classes.... not that he appreciated it...