chapter 1

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I ran across the street, making sure I looked both ways before I crossed. My eyes were set on a tall stone building towering intimidatingly over my frame. Once I made it to the large wooden doors, I breathed in deeply as I straighten out my f/c skirt and colored blouse. I set my fingers gently on the handle and pushed open the door.

I was greeted with the aroma of fresh soap mixed in with a little dash of coffee. The reception area was decorated with fading white wall paper that held a specific pattern of vertical blue stripes, a few plants were located here and there along with the soft looking light brown couches that were tucked neatly against the corners of the area, not to mention the soft jazz music giving the place a welcoming feeling.

A slightly worn out wooden receptionist desk took up most of the front wall while beside it was two heavy steeled doors. Which were heavily guarded with locks and a male guard who looked around his late 40s.

I walked up to the front desk as I clenched onto my small purse, once I reached the desk I was met with the kind face of a young lady. Her soft brown eyes met with my e/c ones. "Hello! How may I help you?" She beamed. "Hello," I greeted back kindly "im actually here to meet with Mr. Toshinori Yagi, it's my first day on the job" I chuckled nervously as I scratched my cheek lightly.

"Ahh you must be the new therapist! Well it's great to finally meet you..." she left her words hanging not knowing how to continue. "Oh! Um I'm y/n l/n" I smiled sheepishly at her, "y/n l/n! What a nice name! My name is Ochaco Uraraka! But you can call me Uraraka! It's finally nice to have another person on the team, it gets a bit lonely around here" she chuckled with a grin still plastered on her face. I chuckled lightly "I can kind of guess so...hopefully we get to talk soon.." I checked my watch on my wrist and looked back at the short brown haired girl. "Wouldn't want to be late on my first day of work" I chuckled again once she realized she was holding me back. "Oh right! Ha my bad!" She apologized profusely and clicked a small button, sending a buzzer sound through the area making the doors opened on itself.

"Just walk straight down until you reach a blue door then take a left along the hallway and Mr. Yagi's door should be on the right" she smiled. I smiled back and nodded.

Once we waved goodbye, I followed the instructions Uraraka had told me to follow and made face to face with a door with the name that read 'Toshinori Yagi'. I took a deep breath and balled my fist up, once I lifted my arm, my s/c knuckles tapped lightly on the door. After a few moments of silence a cheerful yet deep voice resonated through the other end. "Come in" I swiftly opened the door and stepped my way inside, making sure I closed the door softly.

"Hello Mr. Yagi" I greeted politely as I made my way to sit in the chair across from his desk. He gave me a toothy grin, showing off his peral white teeth. "Hello Miss l/n! I'm happy you arrived, I feared that you might of ditched the job before even starting it like most people do" he joked. I laughed lightly and shook my head "Let a great opportunity like this pass? Not a chance" I added back, he smiled and leaned against his leather black seat, his blonde hair bounced lightly.

"Well that's good to hear, this job isn't the most...money paying job there is, especially with all the hard work ones putting in" he sighed deeply and looked out the window. The morning sky was painted with pretty pastel colors ranging from light pink to lavender. "I love my field of work no matter what, if the money pay isn't the best then that's fine. As long as I can enjoy my work" Mr.Yagi nodded and his smile softened as he turn to face me. "So I'm assuming your still up for the job?...with this job safety is a small issue..." He questioned. I nodded my head quickly "Yes, being able to work as a therapist has always been a dream of mine. I see it as a way that I can help many people in one place. Also I know how to take care of myself so no need to worry" I reassured him.

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