Therapy Sessions•{Dabi x Reader}

After Hours

You were brushing your teeth in the mirror, getting ready for bed. Your eyes felt heavy, everything about you did. You felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders, and that your brain felt like a boulder inside of your skull. You stared blankly at yourself in the bathroom mirror, trying to ignore the hickeys that were left on your neck.

How were you going to cover them?

How you managed to hide them from the guards that escorted you out, you'd never know. Maybe they were blind. Which they seemed to be most of the time. But that wasn't the problem.

The problem at hand was that you were convinced that your client, the villain, the borderline psychopath, was in love with you, or at least, wanted to be with you. There was a difference. And you were trying to convince yourself that he just wanted a connection, and that he was forcing his feelings. Truth was, that's what you were trying to convince yourself into believing. That you were forcing your feelings for him too.

Being involved with a client went against every moral in your body. It felt wrong. You knew it was wrong. It was the equivalent of a forbidden romance between a teacher and student, a princess and a commoner, and probably one of the best known ones, Romeo and Juliet. And you knew how that ended.

It ended in death, truly tragic.

You knew better. You definitely knew better than this. But for some reason, you couldn't stop thinking about his lips on your skin...

You spit your tooth paste into the sink, and ran some water to wash it. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your eyes could barely stay open, and your neck was spotted in colors of purple and red.

You didn't... particularly hate the way you looked. It reminded you of your college days (which weren't too long ago), where you would stay out and party some nights. Sure, you worked hard for what you wanted and where you wanted to be, but you needed to have some fun too.

Maybe... this was the mentality you needed to have with him, with Dabi. It was obvious that he wanted to have some fun. But you also didn't want to give into him. The power was in your court, you're his therapist after all. But right now, you were positive that he felt like he was the one in power. And maybe he was. But he wouldn't for much longer.

You smirked in the mirror after your new found idea. Maybe you would let loose a bit in your next session, assuming that the guards weren't around watching you. Or maybe it would add to the thrill of it all, who knows. But one thing was for sure, you were going to give Dabi what he wanted, not easily, but you would give in.

What was the worst that could happen?

He could become obsessed with you, which already seemed pretty likely. But maybe being obsessed over wouldn't be too bad.

Truth was, there wasn't much he could do. He's locked up. He can't contact the outside world. You were his only 'outside world' thing that he knew of since being locked away. He wasn't allowed any visitors yet, he refused to really interact with other inmates, he truly was secluded. And yet, all the inmates feared him, and did what he said. And yet, here you were, trying to justify your feelings for him.

Feelings..? No, that's not what that is, that would be crazy. It would just be a fun way to pass some of the time you had together, that's all it was. Maybe...

Who were you kidding.

You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. But you couldn't tell him that, no way.