dangerous [dabi] | ON HOLD

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"how have you been feeling lately?" the old man, probably in his late fifties, asked you.

"not too bad i guess," you ponder out loud, not really answering his question. how have i been feeling?

the held the stethoscope bell firmly against your back, often changing its position to get a good listen of your heartbeat. "sora told me about the migraines. can you tell me how long they last?" he continued to inquire, now pulling out a small torch and inspecting your eyes.

"it varies," you say tapping your index finger against your chin and thinking back. "there are times where they're shorter... probably lasting around 30 minutes and other times it can go on for about two or three hours. if they're really bad, i start to feel nauseous and experience a sense of vertigo. it's takes me a lot longer to recover and replenish my energy levels. worst-case scenario, i just pass out – but that's only happened once."

"that was when i called you two weeks ago, sir." tenko's voice spoke up, making you jump. he was so serious during the treatments he didn't speak unless it was necessary. you'd forgotten he was even there if you were completely honest.

"ah i see," he responds, pushing his glasses up further the bridge of his nose. "how many times have you experienced the migraines in the last three months?"

"thirteen times."

"i'll need to give you a stronger dose of the medication then," he mutters lowly, spinning in his chair and pushing it towards a table. "shimura, remind me to review [name]'s prescription once i complete the procedure." the grey-haired man ordered the other male, standing by you.

"yes sir."

coming back to you, the man stood up and placed a non-contact thermometer against your forehead, measuring your body temperature. you chuckled silently, astounded that the man treating you and had so much power over the shimura and basically your parents was so short. he had a grey moustache that matched his hair and big bushy eyebrows.

"something funny, [name]?" he asked you seriously, with a raised eyebrow.

"no, dr seika," you respond obediently, looking down at your hands and trying to conceal your giggles.

dr seika has treated you ever since you were a child. you suffer from an illness which causes migraines to sprout out of nowhere, sometimes taking down your senses and ability to protect yourself. other times, it creates such immense pain that you become a danger to others, losing control of your quirk and unleashing its potential at maximum power. the procedure itself protects you from yourself and others.

examining the temperature displayed on the screen, it seemed the doctor was satisfied with the result. "alright, you're ready for the treatment. you know the drill." he instructed, leaving to get changed.

you weren't one hundred percent sure what dr seika did once you were unconscious, but you knew that everyone around you trusted him. if it weren't for him, you probably would've died a long time ago – or that's what your parents had always told you.

"okay, i'll be ready in just a moment." you assure him with a smile, "i'm just gonna get some fresh air, won't be seeing the sun in a while." you laugh half-heartedly, patting the shimura before jogging towards the door.

pushing the door open, you stretch your arms and take a couple steps out. it was 8 in the morning, and the street was filled with busy people, rushing to get to places. probably work, you thought to yourself. you wondered what work would be like, what a healthy life would be like, what a hero's life would be like. soon... you smiled to yourself.

taking another step forward, you instantly collide with what feels like a brick wall that causes you to fall back. before you hit the ground, a hand grabs your arm and steadies you.