I had a couple of minutes before my therapy sessions begin. I bit and chewed at my nails in anxiety, clenching my folder tightly in my hand.
Clearing my throat and wiping the lint off of my shoulders, I put myself together and walked to the patients rooms with the folder shoved in the crook of my armpit.
Do not show weakness towards them, that's how therapists end up needing therapy. I scold myself, that's the last thing you need right now!
This is your job, do it right.
Sliding a form out of the slot, I read that I'll be visiting Bakugo Katsuki at 1pm.
12:58, just about right. I think... Yeah.
Knocking firmly but gently on the door I wait for an answer.
I received a loud, angered yell.
"Get lost! If you're here to shove pills down my throat again I'll blow your head off!"
I don't know what I'd expected but I didn't expect this.
Hesitantly pushing the door open, I met eyes with a frizzy blonde boy in his teens.
Be patient and show warmth.
He looked very frustrated and uncomfortable, like he had something trapped that he needed to let out.
His brow was contorted into a stressed moody glare, almost giving the impression that it was his resting face.
He twitched slightly and his expression shifted as his shoulders relaxed; seeing that upon my arrival, I wasn't the person he'd despised so much.
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He grumbled at me as I sat in a chair in front of his bed, with a frowny pout hanging on his lips.
"What do you want?"
He didn't look me in the eye.
He seemed to have the obvious motive to make me feel insignificant, to get rid of me.
I'm not going to bend that easily.
"I'm Izuku Midoriya, and I'm going to be your therapist." I give him a little smile, placing my folder in my lap and the form on top.
"HAH?!" He shouts, standing in front of me now, hand on his hip in judgement and a finger in my face.
I ignore the outburst as there would be no benefit in pursuing it. He would lose his energy soon, being ignored that way.
"How are you feeling today Katsuki-kun?" I glanced down at the blank page and back up at him as silent encouragement.
He sighs and slumps himself on the bed, head in his hands.
A sudden wave of depression, my smile turns down slightly. I knew he'd lose his energy fast but this is a sign of mental exhaustion.
