Chapter 4
"Class, today is the first day of therapy and you will all meet your respective councilors," Aizawa-sensei informed tiredly, as four adults no one had ever seen before entered. The first one was a burly hulk of a man with piercing black eyes and graying hair. He held himself like a soldier, tall and intimidating, and his scowl scared Denki stiff. He scanned the classroom over with a strange look in his eye, like he was remembering an unpleasant experience.
Denki prayed to whatever deity above that this guy wasn't his therapist and he fully planned on never speaking to him lest he crossed some finite line and died. He had seen the email Aizawa-sensei sent to him, but he only knew the name of the guy, not what they looked like. He was going over escape plans when a hand shot up from two seats beside him.
"Hey, old man! What's got you so pissy? Lookin' for a fight?!" Katsuki, what have you done? You fool!
The man's gaze landed on Bakugou before he furrowed his brow in confusion and replied with the thickest Russian accent Denki had ever heard.
"I'm not mad. I was just thinking about this one guy at the Starbucks across the road and I got mad because they outright refused to use proper Starbucks etiquette! Calling Ventis Larges and getting mad at the poor cashier when their drink was hot when they specifically asked for a latte! And to think they ordered pumpkin spice! The slander! The audacity!" he put a hand over his heart dramatically.
Ok, now Denki was confused. This man had gray hair and looked like he could bench press Endeavor into the dirt. And he was apparently mad over a Starbucks order. Implying he went to Starbucks that morning.
Then, the man pulled out an iced caramel macchiato in, wouldn't ya know it, a fucking Starbucks cup, and took a sip. Motherfucker, where did that come from? He couldn't take it; he had to ask who the hell this guy was. Raising his hand, he paused.
The man pointed his straw in Denki's direction, adding further to the mystery.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm confused. You look like you could be my grandfather if he had the build of Dave Bautista, and you're angry because of a guy from Starbucks? I don't get it. Who are you?" he explained his thought process cautiously.
The man looked at him weirdly before replying, "Your teacher just told you that you were meeting your therapists today. Who do you think I am, the mailman?" he asked half-jokingly. He continued when he caught everyone's blank stare.
"Sergei Belova. They assigned me to be the counselor for seats one through seven to class 2-A," he stated. Damn that deity for leaving Denki's prayers unanswered.
A second person stepped forward beside Sergei. They wore a fake leather jacket and shaded glasses. He had a laid back smile and wide brown eyes. The stylish person said to the class, "Hello, I'm Ayrondael Glace, but you may just call me Ayron. If you couldn't tell by the name or the accent, I'm Welsh. To stave off any confusion, my pronouns are they/he/it." All business, that one. But he kinda looked nervous. Before Denki could think too much about that, he resumed their speech.
"I'm the therapist of seats eight through fourteen in this class," So it was Eijirou, Hanta, and Kyouka's guy. And, yeah, this guy was definitely not a public speaker. They were practically sweating bullets.
The woman beside him seemed to notice too and jumped in front of them to pick up the slack.
"Hi you guys! I'm Myōji Daichi, but you can make up whatever nickname you want for me! I'll be seats fifteen through twenty-one's therapist! So let's see… That's Todoroki Shouto, Hagakure Tooru, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Mineta Minoru, Yaoyorozu Momo, and Shinsou Hitoshi if I'm not stupid!" she giggled before starting up again. "Let's see a few things about me… My pronouns are she/they, I'm a Taurus, my Chinese Zodiac is a Tiger, and I'm turning twenty-seven in a few weeks!" they said.
Her hair looked like strawberry custard curls, and they wore big, thick-rimmed, white glasses on her nose. She had a green shirt with a white collar popping out, and she wore a huge knapsack backpack on her shoulders. Her cheeks and neck were covered in freckles and they were short, but stout. They looked like a big sister or a mom friend or some shit. Maybe a wine aunt. She seemed cool, or at least she didn't come off with mean vibes.
Katsuki groaned from his seat and buried his head in his hands. Midoriya just sat there muttering endlessly. The woman just smiled.
Hitoshi raised his hand. Sergei pointed with his drink straw again.
"Not to be rude, but that's the entire class and only three people. Who's the last person?"
The person beside Myōji looked up from his phone. They had completely white hair and charcoal gray skin. He sighed before speaking up.
"My name is Astro Heart, and I'll be the new special education teacher. I also function as the therapist for the staff at UA,"
"Why do we need a new special education teacher?" Hitoshi asked.
"Part of the new law," and with that, he looked back down at its phone.
"You will each go to your respective therapist once a week. The rest of your schedules should stay mostly the same. With all of that out of the way, class is dismissed," Aizawa informed.
When the class got back to the dorms, the three new therapists were sitting on the couch.
They all glanced at each other before sitting down in the common room with them.
"So does anybody want to do a little break-the-ice game? I'm sure it'll be fun!" Myōji exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. She was playing with a strange object that kinda weirded Denki out.
"First, what are you playing with?" he asked curiously.
Myōji looked down at her hands like she just realized what she was doing and looked back up at him, smiling.
"It's a bike chain! It's a type of fidget toy," she explained.
"What's a fidget toy?" Midoriya piped up, getting ready to write it down in his notebook. "Does it have something to do with your quirk?"
A pause came from Myōji before she replied, "Oh, I'm quirkless." And everybody stood there, shocked. Explosions sounded from the kitchen.
"OH HELL NO, I AM NOT BEING BOSSED AROUND BY A QUIRKLESS NOBODY BITCH!" Katsuki boomed. Hitoshi punched him hard. Everyone glanced between Bakugou and Myōji quickly to see her reaction. Ayron was trying desperately not to go off on the child, but Sergei had no such control.
"Young man, I suggest you apologize and watch your tone right this instant, before you regret it," he warned sternly.
"OH YEAH? FUCKING COME AT ME EXTRA!" Katsuki had to be held back by Eijirou, Hanta, Kyouka, and Hitoshi and Sergei stood up from the couch to retaliate before being stopped by Myōji.
"Gotta say Bakugou-san, I've been called many things over the years, but none as creative as 'quirkless nobody bitch.' Good on you!" she smiled cheerily at him. He snarled at her.
"I don't need validation from a useless extra. Jeez, you're like another fucking Deku," he barked.
Just then a loud sob broke out and everyone turned in horror to see Midoriya shaking like a leaf in the fetal position behind the couch. Katsuki looked taken aback before running out of the room.
Inside Izuku's brain was a minefield.
Explosions sounded off and searing heat on his shoulder soon followed.
"You will never be anything more than a useless nobody, Deku,"
"Motherfucking Deku wants to be a hero!" Vicious laughter filled the air along with smoke.
"Idiot. Worthless. Good for nothing. Stupid. Useless. Deku."
Explosions. Caramel. Sludge. Laughter. Smoke. Pain. Crying. Useless. Useless. Useless. Deku.
"TAKE A SWAN DIVE OFF THE ROOF OF THE BUILDING"
Deku, Deku, Deku, Deku, "Deku. Deku. Deku! DEKU!"
"DEKU!"
Izuku screamed out, hot tears streaming down his face.
"Please! I'm not a deku! Please! That's not my name!"
Suddenly it was dark, and the noises that seemed to crash down around him stopped all together. He felt a very familiar fabric on his shoulders and automatically grabbed it and wrapped it around his head like a cloak. He didn't know how Kacchan found his All Might baby blankie again, but he was immensely grateful.
Myōji crouched down in front of the boy and smiled.
"Is there someone you want, Midoriya-san? Or is there something I can get you? I have this," and she held up an All Might plushie.
The kid stuttered, "How did you know I liked All Might?"
She smiled again and said, "Your blanket is very nice"
"Blankie," he corrected.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my apologies," she said, actually apologetic.
He grabbed the plushie and snuggled into it, unconsciously rocking back and forth on the floor.
"Do you want someone?" Myōji asked calmly.
"Ochako," he mumbled.
"Ok, sweetie," she motioned for the girl to come over, who immediately hugged Izuku tight around the neck and rocked back and forth with him because he wouldn't stop.
Myōji handed Izuku a black cube, and he looked at it weirdly before taking it and looking up at her, silently asking how to use it.
The woman took the toy from him, showed him how to use it, and handed it back to him.
Izuku copied her motions before quickly getting sucked into the repeated motion.
"It's called an infinity cube, honey," she told him, but she was nearly sure he wasn't listening.
He looked up at her to prove her wrong, before looking back down at the object and smiling widely.
"It's fun. I like it," he said.
"I thought you might," she giggled. "Do you wanna go to your room where it's darker and listen to music?" she asked.
"How did you know that? And yes please ma'am," he replied politely, almost with a babyish voice.
"Uraraka-san, can you pick him up and carry him to his room, sweetie?" Myōji inquired.
"Yes ma'am, I can do that," she replied seriously and hoisted the boy up bridal style before carrying him off. Kaminari chanced a glance at Kirishima, seeing him look helplessly at his crush as he passed down the hall.
Daichi turned to the rest of the class, who just stood awkwardly. She sighed and raised an eyebrow at them.
"I'm sure you'd all like to know what just happened, but for now, give Midoriya-san some space and let's all get some sleep. I think we need it after all that." The class nodded, and all got up to go to their respective rooms and head off to bed. Soon, all who were left were the three counselors.
"So, what do you two think?" she asked, sitting on the couch tiredly.
"That didn't look like a normal panic attack. And it seemed to be triggered by the Bakugo boy. It looked like a flashback," Ayron processed.
"It looked like PTSD to me," Sergei said.
"I agree. But I also saw Autism," Daichi mentioned.
"Oh, me too! But I really wanna be sure," Sergei said and a second later he told the group, "Yep, he has both, but I don't know if he has more than that,"
"Wow, your quirk works that well?" Ayron asked.
"I wanted to know, so I did. That's how my quirk works." he stated.
"Amazing," Myōji squealed.
"How many do you think are neurotypical?" Ayron asked.
"I swear to God none of them," Daichi said.
"Yeah, I don't think so either," Sergei confirmed.
"Let's just get some rest and we'll start this adventure off in the morning," Ayron suggested.
"Good idea. I'm exhausted. But I can't wait to see more of these kids," Daichi smiled.
"What about the Bakugou kid? Are you gonna be ok, Daichi?" Sergei asked, concerned for his friend.
"I'll be fine, sugar. I've dealt with worse people. You know that," she affirmed.
"I understand that. But explosions? I don't want you to get hurt," Sergei told her.
Ayron butted in. "You gotta give her some credit, Sergei. And besides, Bakugo is still a kid. You gotta remember that. Did you guys see the sports festival? Or the kidnapping? Or that sludge villain? Kid's been through some shit and I'll bet you anything he's got some trauma and even PTSD from that BS," Ayron said.
"Whatever. We all need to hit the hay and we'll talk about this in the morning. Okay, guys?" Sergei said. Both of them agreed and they all got up and left to go to the dormitory that had been built for the new staff. Tomorrow was gonna be a long day.
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