In His Eyes

XVIII

Unfortunately, they couldn't meet up with Aizawa the next day, during Bakugo's scheduling he forgot one detail, therapy. It was one of the conditions that he had to agree to after he and Izuku settled things. Bakugo had to take anger management classes and regular therapy sessions, his room was next to Izuku's. Yes, Izuku had therapy sessions. He had been up under emotional abuse as well as intensive bullying that led to major anxiety and minor depression. They day they were supposed to meet up with Aizawa was coincidentally the same day as Bakugo's first therapy session, and Izuku had promised to take him. He himself remembered his first trip to Dr. Hyacinth, it was nerve wrecking at first, he nearly passed out three times, but now it was just a friendly visit. Bakugo's therapist was Dr. Hydrangea, Izuku had talked to her in the lobby a couple of times and she was a pretty nice person. Everybody that worked in the building's quirk was used to calm the patients. Izuku's doctor had a scent quirk that he's had since birth, it could project the smell of Hyacinth, hence his name. Bakugo's doctor had a long, fluffy tail that patients could stroke when they were feeling very unsettled, Izuku could only hope that Bakugo didn't develop a tendency to pet his hair, which was nice and fluffy.

"I'm sorry, Eraserhead," Izuku said as he raised his hands, "but we have therapy sessions at the Hospitable House."

"Oh? So you guys go there too?" It was nice that Aizawa didn't question the fact that they had to go to therapy.

"Yep, you go there?"

"No, my adopted son does, and, occasionally, my husband."

"Gimme fifty Kacchan."

Bakugo merely groaned, "Later, alright?"

"Why does he owe you fifty?" Eraserhead asked in confusion.

Izuku grinned, "We bet on whether Present Mic was your husband or not, the son is news though."

"How...did you know it was Mic?"

"He's the only loud hero you bother to be around," Bakugo said in an obvious tone, "and you often 'accidentally' bump into each other during patrols."

"Present Mic was stated to be carrying on piggy back style on one occasion, you claimed to have been unconscious, but judging my those eye bags, you were just sleeping." Izuku continued. 

Aizawa smiled his shit eating grin, "You two are good, I'll bring Mic over to meet you guys, maybe help out with your training."

Izuku turned to Bakugo, "You hear that Kacchan? We'll be trained by two pro heroes!"

Bakugo was smirking widely, "Yeah I heard him Izuku, we're gonna be bad ass heroes."

They all sat there talking and planning about the next days event before a phone call interrupted thier conversation. "Hello?" Bakugo said as he raised the phone to his ear.

"Where are you brat?! It's nearly ten and you were due home two hours ago! Poor Inko is worried sick about Izuku! Did you know how much she complained about how many things could've gone wrong?! Get your asses home now!"

"Shut up old hag, we're on our way back now!" Bakugo snapped.

"Who're you calling a-"

Bakugo snapped his phone shut and grabbed Izuku's arm, grimacing as he felt the minuscule flinch that came from Izuku. "Come on Izuku, Auntie is gonna drill my head in if anything happens to you." He nodded his head at Eraserhead before rushing to the train station, "See you later hobo!"

Aizawa could hear the smack from around the corner. 'Today was weird,' he thought, 'I can only imagine what Mic will say.'

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"It's going to be okay Bakugo, I'll be right next door, just ask your doctor if you need me, it'll be over with before you know it." Izuku said, rubbing Bakugo's back as they sat on the train. They we're on their way to the Hospitable House, and Bakugo wasn't doing so well, Izuku guessed that the name of the place wasn't helping either.

"I'm not panicking Izuku, I'm perfectly fine. This is nothing I can't handle."

He said that, but Izuku could feel the off and on shivers, he could feel the sweat that coated Bakugo's shirt, the odd breathing patterns, and he knew Bakugo's eyes were never that wide unless something was wrong. He kept his mouth shut, Bakugo didn't need to know that he was giving off signs, Izuku just kept rubbing his back and kept close. "Wanna hear something?" Izuku asked out of the blue, "The first time I went to therapy, my mother went with me, it was so nerve racking that I nearly passed out, you're doing a lot better than I did by the way, and the second I walked into that office, I blanked, I didn't know what to say, I didn't open up to him until my fifth or sixth visit. It's just like talking to your mind, they just listen, and when you're ready, they'll talk. They never tell you how you feel, they just help you understand why you feel that way. Then they can help you. It's scary, but it's worth it." Bakugo hadn't responded during that entire conversation, but his breathing had evened out and the shivers became further apart. He kept talking until they came upon their stop.  "Come on Bakugo, it's just a few minutes away." His friend stood up, but it became known to Izuku that he was tightly grasping the end of his shirt, he patted his friends hand and led him to the front of the bricked building. "You ready?" he asked Bakugo in a soothing tone.

Bakugo nodded his head rapidly and gulped,"...Yeah..."

"Then let's go."