Chapter Twenty Two

"I have to say-" Dr. Aimi sat across from you in her dark leather chair. "-it is very good to see you again (y/n)."

You breathed; arms crossed leaning against the soft couch facing her. When you awoke in the morning you were informed you would be attending therapy once again. It was the only thing Aizawa, and All Might could come up with at three in the morning.

"I talked to those other two earlier today." Dr. Aimi continued, having been prepared for your lack of words. "They seem spritely." This caused you to roll your eyes and the action surprised the doctor. "You don't like them?" Dr. Aimi sat up, staring intensely at you, having been told your distaste for the two by the two boys. She wondered if this was truly the case, or something else?

But no words slide through your lips, you didn't want to be here.

"Then why did you get into that car?" Dr. Aimi leaned forward, "When Shooter came for you, why didn't you run back into the school? Why did you fight so hard for Gray and Shiro if you want nothing to do with them at all?"

"They are family." You simply stated, your voice lightly shocked the doctor.

"You view them as family but-"

"You don't pick your family." You retorted. "I don't have to like them to not want to see them dead."

"Hm." She leaned back, fiddling with the pen in her hand. "If you don't like them, why do you trust them-?"

Two large men threw you to the floor, the man in the stiff black suit stood in the shadows of the wall. You jumped to your feet gazing around the large office. Your eyes scanned over the man with the crooked sneer, leaning on the front of his desk watching your every move.

"Who are you?" You questioned, "Why-?"

"Why are you here-?" The man cut in shaking his head, moving to the wall containing his booze. "-why are you doing this? Blah, Blah, Blah-" He sighed pouring himself a drink. "-your questions are so...boring."

"I feel like they're pretty standard." You replied glancing at the two meatloaves behind you guarding the door.

"Hm." The man smirked, "I like the fire in you."

"Who the fuck are you!?" You openly snapped.

"I go by many names-" He replied, swirling the dark liquor around in his glass. "-but you can call me Shooter."

"Good for you." You nodded, searching every corner and crack on the wall for a way out. "Why am I here?"

"I have been watching you-" Shooter went back to leaning on his desk. "-for some time now (y/n)-"

"I don't know if I should feel flattered or run."

"We both know if you could run, you would have by now."

"Touché." You muttered.

"(y/n)?" Dr. Aimi's voice pulled you back to her office, you looked up from gazing at the floor. "Where did you go just now?"

"I don't trust anyone." You replied her question.

"What?" The good doctor blinked confused.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because the two people I thought would never turn on me...turned on me." You answered, ready to get out of this room which was over filled with vanilla rose scent. "The people I thought would never hurt me...hurt me. It didn't matter what was placed in front of me, I knew I could handle it because I knew who was behind me. But the two I thought would never leave me...left-"

"(y/n)-" Dr. Aimi breathed, not having expected you to say anything during this session.

"-and I'm not going to sit here-" You began to rise but Dr. Aimi shot up.

"Don't you miss having people you love in your life?" She quickly questioned, trying to keep you inside her office and keep you going.

"I've learned how to lose people." You took the bait.

"(y/n)-"

"I didn't ask for this life-" You laughed at what you thought was disappointment in her eyes, "-but with it I did my best." You shrugged.

"(y/n)-" Dr. Aimi reached out, lightly touching your arm. "-you must let this hurt go. It's changing you. I remember when I first met you, you were so full of life, so happy but looking at you now I can see there is something weighing on you, you're closed off."

Dr. Aimi dropped her pen and notebook in her chair before turning back to you.

"I am speaking to you not as your doctor, but as someone who cares about you (y/n). I need you to look inside yourself, figure out what you're holding onto that is causing this change and you need to let it go.

"I'm not Elsa."

"You deserve to be happy." Dr. Aimi went on, "Remember who you are, remember the girl who lit up a room just but walking into it."

"Everyone looks to me like I am the one who needs to change. Why should I change?" You questioned, "I never even got to figure out who I am."

"Because I and those two men sitting outside know who you are, and this shell of a person is not it!" Dr. Aimi tried to iron into your brain. "You're hurting (y/n) and it's very clear to see."

"What if the only way to not feel so disconsolate is to stop feeling anything at all?"

"That's no way to live (y/n)!" Dr. Aimi exclaimed. "I think the first step here is to talk to Shiro and Gray, and learn how to forgive-"

"I would rather tear myself apart-" You turned to leave the room but stopped looking over your shoulder. "-again."

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"So how did it go!?" All Might bounced to his feet seeing Dr. Aimi walk into the room where he and Aizawa waited for your appointment to be over.

"Where is (y/n)?"

"Waiting in my office." Dr. Aimi sighed.

"So it didn't go well?" Aizawa guessed seeing the heavy expression on her face.

"No." Dr. Aimi grumped as she took a seat.

"What does that mean?" All Might questioned, "You were supposed to talk to her!"

"I did."

"And!?"

"(y/n) has suppressed all emotions behind walls built so high I don't even think she knows how deep they go."

"What does that mean Doc?" Aizawa leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

"I can conclude this is a coping mechanism she created to help her survive everything she has been through." Dr. Aimi informed. "She kept it all these years which is why she never properly processed Shiro and Gray leaving her at the hospital, that is why she holds such strong resentment towards them."

"Why are Shiro and Gray more open and forthcoming than (y/n)?" Aizawa wondered, "They were placed through the same trauma."

"I can only assume it's due to them being older than (y/n) when they were taken by Shadow Jack. Shiro and Gray had families who nurtured and loved them where (y/n) did not. Granted she had her two siblings until their deaths, but their bond was mangled and twisted by Shadow Jack, I can't expect her to of had a normal healthy relationship with them."

"You think we can pull her back?" Aizawa inquired, "Fix what's broken?"

"That isn't up to me or even you. It's only up to her, and as of right now...I don't think that's what she wants." Dr. Aimi spoke, pulling her glasses off her face using her shirt to clean them.

"What do you think she wants Doc?" All Might wondered.

"Well-" Dr. Aimi placed her glasses back onto her face. "-you might not like it."

"Try us." All Might challenged.

"I think (y/n) should be transferred to another guardian and taken to a different city." Dr. Aimi spoke honestly, "She needs to figure out who she wants to be and being forced to go back to a life with people she doesn't want to be around well...you tell me is that any better than what Shadow Jack or Shooter did to her?"

"Yeah, you're right-" All Might nodded turning to Aizawa, "-we don't like it."