AN: A short on this time. I'm probably gonna update You'd Be Surprised before I post the next chapter of this.
To say Izuku was nervous about the first appointment with his therapist would be an understatement. He had to rise from his chair to take short walks across the waiting room numerous times, just because he couldn't stop squirming.
Eventually, his name was called. Inhaling deeply, he followed a tall woman waiting for him down a corridor and into a secluded room. It was fairly sparse, with minimalist design and soft colors. His therapist sat down in a mossy green chair next to a small table, and Izuku followed suit by taking the seat across from her.
She introduced herself as Kyuusai Honshitsu. This was the woman who was supposed to help him, but Izuku wondered how. She seemed nice enough, with a welcoming aura of sympathy. But there's no way she could care about all her patients like he was supposed to believe, especially someone she'd just met. Right?
Well. He wasn't here for himself in the first place, so he supposed it didn't matter. If this was what it took for people to finally stop asking him about his well being, he'd go to every meeting.
Kyuusai started their session by asking a bunch of questions, trying to determine what Izuku needed help with. He answered them all, some more hesitatingly then others. And for every answer she received, she would jot something down in a little notebook of hers. He wondered what it would say by the end of this.
Beyond hope.
By some point, Izuku must have zoned out, because Kyuusai was now calling for his attention.
"Midoriya-san?"
Izuku's pupils contracted as he regained his focus. "Y-yes?" he stuttered, wondering for just how long Dr. Kyuusai had been calling his name.
"I was wondering if there was anything on your mind that you would like to discuss," she tapped her pen on the scribbled pages of her pad. Her eyes shone with acceptance and quiet reassurances, but Izuku still couldn't shake off his doubts. It would have made him feel guilty, because she really did look like she wanted to help him, but he was getting sick of living life in an unending state of self-blame.
"No… there's nothing," he settled for, after a moment's contemplation. But Kyuusai didn't look convinced.
"I can't force you to talk about something that makes you uncomfortable," she began. "but I would like to remind you of our doctor-patient confidentiality… Anything you say to me won't ever leave this room, unless I have your explicit permission. The only exception would be if I believe you are a threat to yourself or others, in which case I can only tell the person you're threatening, or someone that can ensure your safety."
A threat to himself… does it count if he's going to come back to life, anyways?
But…
"You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you," he muttered, smiling bitterly to himself.
"My job is to listen, not tell you you're wrong," she returned, resting the notepad in her lap. "It is clear that this is something which affect you deeply. And whether I believe you or not, sharing whatever is on your mind could still help ease your burden. I'm not here to judge you, Midoriya-san. I'm here to help."
There were those eyes again. Izuku exhaled deeply—he knew she wouldn't believe him. She wouldn't. But, even so…
Anything you say to me won't ever leave this room.
Maybe, it doesn't matter what she believes. Maybe, all he needs is to… let it out.
"Well, there is one thing…" he put his elbows on the table and leaned forward, locking her eyes with his. His face eased into a neutral expression that foretold of nothing, and Dr. Kuusai's eyebrows rose just a fraction, appearing intrigued. Then,
"I can't die."
AN: Well, strictly speaking, Izuku can die but... Honestly, I just wanted to end this chapter with a dramatic one-liner. Besides, it's more or less true anyways.
And yeah, I'm using a minor OC, but she won't be making more appearances than necessary. We probably won't see too much of Izuku's therapy sessions, but lordy, I just needed him to tell someone about his quirk already.