Make Me Psycho

Counselors and Cafés

The next day passed as it should have, with a little extra attention from students still worried about her. Besides too many "are you okay"s, it was a normal day, up until lunch.

Rozu went to the library to subtly avoid eating, as she had done several times before. However, she wasn't aware that Aizawa had been keeping a closer eye on her since picking her up. He showed up as she studied, holding out a piece of bread, not even toasted.

"Eat it. Now."

"Wha-"

"You can't sneak something like this past me, Nomura. Not again. Now eat."

"Aizawa, I'm just studying."

"Really? When did you eat? What did you eat? Where is it now?"

Rosalie was silent.

"That's what I thought. Eat. And I will be giving Cece a heads up about this. Don't forget your appointment with her today."

The girl didn't say anything. She just silently took the bread.

A few hours later and it was time for her appointment.

"Ah. Rosalie. Come in, sit down," Cece said when she opened the door.

"So...what do I do now?"

"Well, which traumatic experience should we start with? There's nearly dying right when you were about to become the youngest pro hero in history, the whole mess with Dahlia, and both times you were kidnapped by the league of villains."

"Oh."

"Yeah, okay, how about we start with the fact that, despite it being the reason you had to come back here instead of becoming a pro, you still think that just pushing yourself enough will make you succeed."

"Well, I-"

"See, the thing about that, is that's not how mental illnesses work. You've been diagnosed with a few, correct?"

"Yeah, social anxiety, generalized anxiety, major depressive disorder, and inattentive ADHD."

"Yeah, and we probably need to add anorexia to that list, because I may not have had sessions with you before, but I have noticed the weight you've lost, and between that and what Aizawa told me, I'm pretty sure that's what you've got."

"Oh."

"Listen, kid, forget that 'plus ultra' bullshit for a minute. Take some time to rest your mind. From what I can tell, it certainly needs a break."

"Right."

"Ugh why do you make this so hard."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a psychological read on you, Rosalie, I know you're not gonna do it. Damnit, I can tell this is gonna be one of those sessions," the counselor complained, pulling a bottle of alcohol out of her desk draw and swiftly spinning the cap off. "This shouldn't be me just telling you everything wrong with you, although that would be nice. Why don't you tell me what you think you need to work on?"

"Well, like you said, I need to give myself a break."

"Wow, that's weird."

"What?"

"It's like you've gotten used to lying. What is it you've been hiding?"

"Oh, um, my mental issues. From my friends. I don't want them to worry."

"Uhuh, right, okay," Cece replied, clearly not buying it but not pressing the issue. "I guess what we'll talk about today is the most urgent stuff, keeping you from hurting yourself. All the ways that you do that."