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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 3 trigger warnings- swearing, Mentions of suicide, mentions of fighting, mentions of abuse and mentions of murder, if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here  

chapter two here 

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F I L E  2 

 (Patient Name) Hitoshi Shinsou (Patient #434)

 (Date admitted) 4-7-16

 (Patient age) 24

 (Patient disorder) manipulation, superiority complex and insomnia 

 (History/cause) Grew up in a fairly abusive and neglecting household. He was known to be a bully and get into fights often, and when he was 17 he killed both his mother and his father. He sent his newborn baby sister to a better home. He was arrested before being deemed unstable for jail and sent to UA. He’s fairly possessive over his friends.(“friends”) (Patient #433, Patient #435 and Patient #437)

 (Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other) He killed his biological family and his girlfriend at the time. He was adopted by a kind family that comes to visit often. He says he doesn’t have any regrets. He is very manipulative. He likes fear, he thinks it’s cute. Do NOT separate him and patient #437 he will go feral and try to kill with no regrets.

 (Danger level) 8/10

 Izuku sighed. He hated how they referred to them as patients and not as people, not by their names. This was a little unsettling because he’d never seen a killer before. But he didn’t want to call them a killer. He didn’t want to come off as cautious.

 Uraraka had led him to the other side of the room. It was just the same as the last one. A large metal door with a hand scanner and a passcode. Izuku repeated his actions the same as last time and slowly walked in.

 The room was destroyed. The little table was knocked over and the bedsheets were torn apart. There was light but Izuku was pretty sure that that’s because they were controlled outside of the room.

 “Hello?” Izuku called out, but there was no greeting back. He didn’t move from his spot so as to not disturb the patient that was hidden somewhere in the room.

 The only response was a head lifting tiredly from somewhere in the mess.

 “Oh, there you are. Hi, I’m Izuku Midoryia and I’m going to be your-“

He was cut off when a husky sleep filled voice filled the room. “New therapist? I don’t care.” The head that was raised had sunk back into the abyss.

 “That’s alright. I’ve got five minutes to introduce us and then we can talk about whatever you’d like.” Izuku was a little nervous about being in the same room as a literal killer. Shinsou seemed alright though, he just looked sleepy.

 “I don’t want to talk to you.” Ok, this was going to be harder than Izuku had hoped. Maybe he should just leave shinsou alone.. But at the same time. He knows Shinsou’s weakness, or... At least one of them.

 “Alright. I suppose I can just go see Y/N-“the same head from before shot right back up. “Got em” Izuku thought.

  “Y/N? What about them? You better not hurt them or so help me-“Shinsou’s words got more gravelly and more threatening every step he took. He was tall and lanky he looked like he hadn’t eaten in months.

 “You’ll end up like the last guy.” Izuku was now backed up against the wall with Shinsou caging him into the wall. His eyes were wide and his breath was heavy. “O-of course. T-they sound like a sweet person.”

 Shinsou scoffed. “They’re very sweet and too kind and innocent for this place. She’s wrongly convicted but she isn’t granted release due to the crazy mindset her past fuckfaces have put her in.”

 “Oh? What do you mean? It seems like you like to talk about her.”

 “I would, but I don’t know how much she’d want me to tell you. She’ll probably be scared of you.” Shinsou’s face remained neutral but his tone was sad.

 “These boys care a lot for this girl…” Izuku frowned

 “Is it possible you could tell me why? Todoroki said the same thing.” He was going to take his chances.

 “Y/N has a limit. She tends to overshare, but she only overshare at her own pace. If you try to pry any further other than asking questions she’ll freeze up and have a panic attack.” He licked his lips looking at Izuku 

“They don’t really know what’s going on half the time. They tend to act very childlike. But they don’t like being asked too many questions” 

Izuku nodded. How strange. “do you know what happened before they got here?” 

Shinsou nodded but didn’t say anything after that. 

Izuku would take it. “What about relationships? You said they likes to be around you, and Todoroki said they like to hang out with him sometimes.” He let his gaze wander up and down Shinsous body as the purple haired decided on his answer 

“She likes to be around Todoroki, Bakugou, and I the most.. But sometimes she goes and likes to hang out with the boys downstairs.” Shinsou’s eyes looked angry as he mentioned ‘the boys downstairs’ 

“The boys downstairs? What’re they like?” Izuku tilted his head 

Shinsou blew some hair out of his face “You ask a lot of questions.” he gave a chilling side glance that made Izuku's cheeks head up from embarrassment 

“It’s my job after all, and I wasn’t allowed to go downstairs.” He rocked back on his heels   

Shinsou let out a cold chuckle “They’re dumb. One of them’s in for shocking himself repetitively and the other is in because he likes to punch walls, he thinks he’s invincible.” 

Izuku paused. ‘They liked to.. What?’ His confusion must have been clear as day on his face because Shinsou yet again let out another chuckle.

 “They’re not as bad as the few of us up here. By few of us, I mean Bakugou.” a huff left the lavenders mouth as he rolled his eyes 

Izuku’s ears perked up “Hm? I think he’s my next visit..” Shinsous face contorted to an emotion that Izuku couldn’t decipher, concern? Anger?

 It was hard to tell, but before he could ask the device in his pocket beeped and Izuku was quick to turn it off 

“I have to go now, but i’ll see you tomorrow?” He looked up with a soft gaze and tried to hide his smile when Shinsou let out a grunt in response.

 He got up, collected what he’s put on the ground and headed to the door opening it 

“Oh, Midoryia?” Izuku turned to look back as he made his way through the door 

“Good luck.”  

 And the door shut

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[Author's notes:

You have no idea how happy this ask made me and I loved your concept so I did my best to do it justice. Also, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth the wait!

summary: Y/N works at a coffee shop where ProHero!Deku frequents and one evening, an accident brings them closer than ever.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, lack of proof-reading, Y/N gets burnt]

The attack was over in seconds. The pro heroes had ended the villainous tyranny as quick as they had arrived on the scene, barely breaking a sweat. Yet they remained humble; smiling and waving to the crowds, reassuring the residents that they were now safe.

You watched them from the large window of the coffee shop where you worked, the crowds gathering around the heros and cheering. The sun blared off the heros armour like a God. Soon enough, though, the heros made their leave to make sure the villain was locked away for good.

You sighed as you watched everyone disperse, going back to their normal lives. As much as you enjoyed watching the heros at work, a part of you wished that someone else would turn up - someone you'd had your eye on for a very long time. A hero by the name of Deku. He would come into the coffee shop sometimes and although he was mostly always wearing casual clothing, you recognised him from a few major fights around town. You had seen his resilience in the face of evil and it was admirable, to say the least. Not to mention, he was super cute and always thanked you when you served him coffee with a smile.

However, in the few weeks that you had met, he never once engaged in more than small talk. Was he just too busy? Did he find me boring? You had thought. Or was he genuinely interested in what my commute to work was like?

Your contemplation was interrupted by your boss talking beside you. "Bloody miracle no one got hurt. That villain was huge!" She commented, hands on her hips and looking out the window. "Those heroes are pretty strong to take down a guy like that." You just nodded.

"The only drawback is...they stole all our customers!" Your boss groaned dramatically. You laughed a little as you surveyed the empty café. The brown leather armchairs looked so lonely for once. A bit of dust swirled in the sunlight beside it and the chairs by the windows had been knocked over as people had scrambled to the doors a few minutes ago. I guess it's always exciting to see a fight go down; you even stopped brewing coffee just to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Your boss looked over to you, smiling smugly. "Sorry your heartthrob hero didn't turn up this time."

"What are you talking about?" You squeaked, trying to hide your blush behind your hair.

"Oh come on, Y/N! We both know that you've got the hots for that hunk of broccoli man and it seems like he does too." She teased, leaning her back against the counter.

You were about to laugh at how your boss referred to Deku but then you realised... "You think he likes me too?" You asked incredulously, eyes wide.

She scoffed with her usual dramatics, her voice becoming louder and more enthusiastic. "Yes! You really haven't noticed?"

You shook your head and half shrugged. "I mean...he's always nice to me?"

An eyeroll from the taller lady. "Y/N." She looked down at you under her eyebrows almost pitifully but with a knowing smile. "You should have seen him the other day. After you served him."

You urged her to go on with a curious look.

"You were serving coffee to that old guy by the window and you read out the menu when he forgot his glasses. I was working very hard doing managerial things," You giggled at that. "when I realised...he was totally checking you out!"

Your face exploded in a red flush. "Y-you're kidding!"

Her head shook furiously. "No way! He looked completely whipped by you."

The fact that your boss was telling you this was making your cheeks burn, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Was this true? Did Deku really like you? The thought sent a smile to your face, a giddy feeling rushing through your body.

Deku had always caught your attention - along with many others - because of his selfless acts of kindness and heroism. Those green eyes were so full of wonder and every time he reached for the coffee cup you handed him, you noticed the thin scars across his knuckles. You hoped that he didn't catch you staring but you also wished that you could trace your hands over his, feeling the broken skin now healed. You wanted to know all his stories. But you were both too shy to initiate any contact.

The time was now 4pm which meant it was almost the end of your bosses shift so you took this moment to clear the tables of mugs and saucers, making sure everything was spotless, since you'd be serving for a few more hours. You took a lot of pride in your job because you genuinely enjoyed it - serving interesting people coffee and watching as they carried out their lives - it was a form of meditation that you'd come to crave. Sure, there were days where you felt like your head was going to explode from trying to keep track of everything or a nasty customer would give you grief, but honestly, you were content with just being here - making a difference in the smallest of ways. You wondered about Deku in this moment; does he feel the same way?

It was only going to be you left in the shop this evening which you were fine with since it was a Tuesday night and it didn't get very busy usually. You grabbed your phone and set up your playlist, connecting it to the shop speakers.

Your boss emerged from the back of the store with her bag and stuffed her brown apron into it. "Can you make sure the dishwasher goes on tonight? Jacob didn't put it on last shift." She groaned with an eyeroll. 

You smiled and nodded. "Will do."

"Oh, and remember to-"

"Set the alarm before I leave. Let me guess, he didn't do that either?" You couldn't help but giggle at your bosses irritated face.

"Well, at least I know the shop is in safe hands tonight." She sighed and gathered the last of her things. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called as she headed for the door with a wave.

Once you farewelled her, you took a deep breath and looked around. The shop was quiet for now but you knew that people would still come at this time in the afternoon and you wanted to make their time after work a pleasant one. Therefore, you took extra care in rearranging the wooden chairs neatly, wiping the tabletops until they sparkled and fluffing up the embroidered pillows on the brown leather couches. You had always felt a certain sense of care in relation to your job. When faced with a challenge or task, you found a great attitude always made things easier and more enjoyable. After all, you are what you think.

The sound of passing cars and the occasional train horn were mixed with the chatter of a couple of patrons and the gentle clinking of porcelain. Your music playlist had mellowed into a relaxing Japanese song and in that moment - carefully drying a glass with a striped teatowel - you felt truly at peace. And as you greeted the customer walking through the door with a chime, you made a promise to yourself to make this day an enjoyable one for all.

A couple of hours later, you were in the middle of making a flat white for one of the few customers that sat scattered around the shop. The strong scent of coffee filled your senses as you poured the steaming milk into a mug skillfully. Doing this had become second nature to you, but even so, you never really tired of it. No two coffees were really the same. You took a moment to swirl the milk back and forth to create a pattern in the froth and placed the copper mug on a matching saucer. The customer thanked you wholeheartedly as you placed the art in front of them at their table with a smile. A polite but genuine interaction.

As you were walking back to the counter, you heard the bell chime above the door and spun your head around to greet them. However, your voice sort of failed you once you saw who it was.

"Deku?" You asked, surprised. This seemed to startle him as he hurried to shush you.

"U-um, I don't want to be recognised." He half-whispered to you, looking around.

You felt bad for almost outing him but did he really think that black beanie was going to disguise him? After all, you recognised him almost straight away. You softly winced an apology and led him to the counter. 

"Well then...what can I get you, stranger?" You joked with a friendly smile in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work because he laughed a little and you could see his shoulders visibly relax. 

"I'll have whatever you feel like making."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're letting me decide?"

He nodded a little too enthusiastically which you found cute and leaned on the wooden counter. 

You couldn't help but giggle and take on his challenge. "Alright, won't be long then, sir."

He blushed a little and took a seat by the counter. "Call me Izuku."

You nodded in response casually and went back to filling the coffee pot, although, on the inside you were ecstatic at having permission to use his real name.

It was mostly silent between the two of you as you made his drink but it wasn't uncomfortable at all, actually, he seemed to enjoy watching you. His green eyes followed your every action, taking in the slow way you stirred the chocolate powder with a bit of hot water. Even this small action seemed to calm him and the smell was divine.

You almost took him by surprise when you placed the mug in front of him with a smile.

"Done already?" He asked, eyes wide and full of excitement.

You nodded and leaned against the counter, smiling proudly. "I make this a lot at home so..."

Izuku listened intently but when he realised you had nothing else to say, he brought the mug up to his lips, the steam kissing his freckled face.

It was a dark chocolatey colour and there were a few specks of dark brown - a spice that he recognised the smell of immediately - cinnamon. Although, when he tasted the beverage, there was another flavour he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was stronger than cinnamon and sort of nutty but with a similar warmth.

"It's my favourite way to make hot chocolate; with a little bit of cinnamon and a pinch of ground cloves." You explained.

Izuku's smile matched the warmth of the drink and he curled his scarred fingers around the mug. "I love it. Thank you." 

Although you were used to genuine thanks in this job, gratitude from the Number 1 Hero was beyond belief. A blush crept its way up your cheeks and you struggled to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so beautiful - an impossible shade of green - with no malicious intent. Surely these weren't the same eyes that faced dangerous villains on the daily?

"Um...what do I owe you?" He suddenly asked, snapping your attention away from your daydreams. You cocked your head to the side, confused, until he pulled out his wallet (was that All Might on the front of it?) and began to start sifting through it. 

"What? No, nothing! It's on the house." You flustered, shaking your hands in rejection. 

"I can't just take it for free. Here." Izuku persisted, holding out some money to you. 

"No, really, it's fine. I wanted to make it for you anyway." 

"Just because I'm the Number One Hero, doesn't mean I can't pay for a drink." 

"I'm not saying that-"

"Look, just take it. Please."

"No."

Clink. The money is put in the tip jar. Silence takes over as you stare at each other. You can see the smile creeping onto his face and you both begin to laugh, seemingly taken aback by both of your childishness. 

"I never knew you were so stubborn." You joked, wiping away a warm tear from your sudden laughing fit. 

"The same goes for you." His smile is infectious.

After quickly serving a customer, you smirked a little at Izuku as he continued to sip at his drink. "So, that's your disguise, huh?" 

The hero brought up his hand to his head, fixing the black beanie atop his dark green waves.

"I mean, it suits you, but why don't you want to be recognised?" You pondered, steaming some milk. "I thought heroes liked getting noticed?" 

He seemed a little sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down shyly. "Well, um...the truth is...I wanted a chance to ask you out properly." 

Did you hear him right? Did the Deku just say he wanted to go out with you? 

Your heart was pounding in your chest like never before. You suddenly felt very hot, namely, in your right hand. Wait, why was that? 

You winced all of a sudden, dropping the mug with a loud clatter. A few customers snapped their attention over from the sound. 

Deku's eyes widened a little and stood up. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

You shook your head, profusely, embarrassed at making such a mess and acting like a fool in front of him. "N-no, it's fine." 

He felt bad for making you drop the drink you were making but his guilty thoughts were immediately replaced by concern once he saw the careful way you held your right hand. 

"Are you hurt?" Izuku asked, with a seriousness in his voice that you'd never heard before. And although you said you were fine, your watery eyes said otherwise. 

"I-it's just a burn. No biggie." You smiled a little at him, searching under the counter to grab a cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor. But before you could, Izuku's hand gently grasped yours, making you look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together as he inspected the burn on your hand, careful not to touch it. His hands were hot from the beverage and most likely from his previous embarrassment. 

"You should put this under cold water for a few minutes." He recommended like a doctor, scanning around the back counter for a sink. 

You shook your head slightly. "It's okay. I've got coffee orders to make." Your stubbornness was showing again and Izuku noticed it, becoming more serious, but also concerned. 

"Y/N, don't worry about it. It's my job to help people. Now, go." There was no arguing with him so you retreated to the back and ran your burnt hand under the cool water. It hurt at first but it quickly became soothing and you knew that you needed to keep it submerged for a while. A sigh escaped your lips once you were alone, having nothing to do but think about Izukus confession. The thought of going out with him was like a dream. You had liked him for so long and you craved to know more about him, other than just his pro hero work. You wondered what he did in his spare time, what he liked to eat, what his favourite movie was, what it was like to kiss him? You blushed at the thought of his lips, but you couldn't help it; they just looked so kissable and his smile was to die for. Maybe he had thought about kissing you too?

After a few more minutes, you emerged from the back to see more people than you've ever seen in your coffee shop, all huddled around the counter. Deku was in the middle of it, beanie now discarded and doing his best to fulfill orders that he received from his doting fans. 

Oh, no. This is bad. Does Izuku even know how to make coffee? You thought to yourself.

Yet, the Number One Hero seemed to be doing incredibly, serving out drinks left, right and center. You were impressed. Another thing you didn't know about him. 

Thankfully though, you realised that it was late and stepped forward to announce the closing call. Deku helped you file the people out of the coffee shop, happily farewelling his supporters into the night. 

Once everyone had left, you turned the sign around to display that the cafe was now closed, and thank God for that. You heaved a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding onto. "Well...that was something." You joked, your hand on your hip as you smiled at Izuku. 

He chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beanie and dusting coffee grains off it. "Sorry about that. I got recognised." 

You scoffed and smirked at him, walking back over to the counter. "What did you expect? Your disguise wasn't exactly genius." 

He laughed a little, shuffling his feet. 

You bit your lip in the silence. "And, um, you're incredibly handsome too, so..." You shrugged a little. Oh my gosh, I'm flirting with Deku. 

His smile grew and his eyes softened as he stared at you. "Thank you." 

Another patch of comfortable silence. 

"How's your hand now?" He asked, breaking the stillness and stepping closer to you. 

Your breath hitched as you felt the heat radiating off his body from how close he was and you could slightly smell hot chocolate on his breath. Gently, he took your injured hand in his larger ones and examined it. He sighed. "If only I had a healing quirk." 

This made you laugh. "Don't be silly. Your quirk is way cooler than that." Your smile softened as you looked at him. "But, thank you. It'll heal by itself sure enough." You reassured him with an angelic smile that made his heart melt. He suddenly remembered why he came here tonight. 

"Um, Y/N...so, would you like to go out with me?" He had done it. He had asked. But that didn't stop his heart from hammering in his chest and his mouth from feeling dry. He awaited your answer nervously, fiddling with the beanie in his warm hands. 

When he glanced up again, your lips connected with his in a short but electric kiss. "Does that answer your question?" A whisper against his lips.

Izuku smiled, pulling you close by the waist. "So, you've been waiting for this as long as I have, then?" 

MY HERO ACADEMIA: one shots and scenarios AUs - You sleepwalk/sleep talk.

Pronouns-Female    Words-589    Warnings-Fluff

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Izuku walked through the door, shutting it gently behind him. Then he took of his soaked thick jacket, and hung it up on the shelf by the door. "Baby! I'm home!" Izuku shouted through the house. When he didn't get an answer he started towards the door of the bedroom you shared with him.

"You in here?" Izuku called, as he peeked through the crack of the door. "Oh, hey Izu." You called from your vanity in the corner. When Izuku noticed you werent changing or anything, he opened the door fully and walked over to your side. You were taking your makeup off, from the long day. That was your favorite part of the day. Gently wiping of the stressful day, and putting it behind you. You still made sure to remember the good parts though.

Izuku took his left hand, and softly ran his fingers through your [H/C] locks. "Where did you go today?" Izuku asked. "Oh, I just went to the mall with Ochako and Momo." You responded as you felt your boyfriends gentle fingers leave your head. "Nice. Did you buy anything?" Izuku asked. "I didnt really find anything I wanted, but the girls did." You responded once again.

Izuku let out a loud groan as he stretched his arms high above his head. "Well I'm going to go change. Did you want me to make dinner?" Izuku said as he started to head in the direction of the closet. "I can make dinner, if you want me to." You told the tired boy. He looked exaughsted, and he needed a break. He had light bags under his droopy eyes, his usually joyful walk was all slouched, and he overall looked completely done with the day. "No, you always make dinner let me d-." He tried to continue but you interupted;"Izu. You look like you haven't slept in 3 days, just let me make dinner while you lay down." You said gently. Izuku stopped in his track and turned to look at you. Then the most adorable sleepy smile appeared on his face. "Thanks, babe." Izuku said. You were mentally screaming. How can he be so fucking adorable, and hot at the same time!!!?? As a response to his thanks, you let out a weird noise. Izuku chuckled then continued his stroll to the closet.

Then you jumped up, and rushed toward the kitchen. You honestly really loved to cook for your boyfriend. He always loves the food you cook.

You decided to make katsudon; his favorite. You took out the chicken from the fridge and grabbed two soft yellow bowls from the cubbored above the stove. "Watcha making?" You heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend behind you. "Katsudon~." You said, all cutesy. "Awwww, really?" Izuku wrapped his strong arms around your torso, as you prepared the food. "Mhmmm." Izuku snuggled his face into the crook of your neck. His nose tickled your collar bone. "Hahaha! Izu, that tickles!"

After eating. In the bedroom

You had changed into some comfy blue shorts that had a pastel pink ribbon tied around the waste and one of Izukus big Allmight hoodies.

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader 

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Chapter 2 trigger warnings- Mentions of suicide, mentions of fighting, mentions of abuse and mentions of muder, if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here

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Sitting inside the room,  there was the boy from the file sitting and staring daggers into the wall.. He looked so sad and worn down that it broke Izukus heart a little. He let out a quiet breath. “T Todoroki?” He said in a shaky voice. Todoroki’s head shot up so fast.

 “Who are you?” The boy's glare in his direction was chilling.

 “I’m Izuku Midoryia, I’m going to be your new therapist.” Izuku moved to sit in a chair

Todoroki's face didn’t change, but his eyes softened just a tad.

 “Oh, I don’t need a therapist.”

 Izuku's body softened. “Then don’t think about me as your therapist. Think about me maybe as a friend? Can I be your friend Todoroki?”

 Todoroki eyed him up and down. “Why are you so nice? You aren’t supposed to be like this.”

 “I’m here to make you feel comfortable and you can tell me whatever you’d like.” Izuku offered a soft smile and watched as Todoroki’s body deflated just a little.

 “Say Hi to my brother.” He crossed his arms. 

 Izuku nodded and turned a little to the left. He gave a cheesy, closed eye smile “Hello!”

 Todoroki gave a small half smile. “He says Hi and thank you”

  Izuku smiled. “He’s very welcome. Can I ask you a few questions?”

 Todoroki’s face hardened up again. “Why? What do you want to know?”

 “Unfortunately I have to ask some questions every week, other than those questions I won’t bother you about it..” Izuku nodded.

 “Oh, you can ask the questions.”

 Izuku gave a smile but inside was thrilled. He did it! He’d gotten somewhere.

 “Alright, thank you Todoroki. Can I ask what happened to your last therapist?”

 “I don’t know what happened to the last one. I think Shinsou or Bakugou did something because he made Y/N cry? I would’ve done something but I didn’t get there in time.” He replied, pulling his knees to his chest.

 Those must be the other people from this file. Izuku nodded carefully. That was slightly concerning.

 “Oh, Can I ask your relations to Y/N, Bakugou and Shinsou?”

 Todoroki stared at him. “We have lunch and free time every day. It's 10 minutes where we get to leave our rooms and see each other. We only get to see each other, the doctors, yayorozou, sometimes and the boys from downstairs and now you I guess. I wouldn’t say the boys and I are friends. But Y/N and I are close.”

 “Ohh, that’s fun. It seems that you, Bakugou and Shinsou are protective of Y/N. How come?” Izuku placed his stack of papers on his knees.

 “She’s the smallest and the youngest. She’s much kinder and innocent then the rest of us. We feel protective of her. She loves Bakugou but he’s kind of mean to her. So then she runs to Shinsou. She often naps on him. Her and I color together and talk quietly when Bakugou and Shinsou get into fights.” Todoroki’s voice got quieter the more he spoke.

“Do they fight often?” Izuku knew this was farther than he should’ve been pushing. But he was trying his hardest to get Todoroki to get comfortable with talking to him. Izuku was shocked at how much he’d pulled out of todoroki from just a few questions.

 “Yeah, they fight over her and it makes her cry. I like it when she cries though.”

 “Oh, can I ask why?” Izuku was a little terrified of the response.

 “Because then she comes to me and it makes me feel like I have a sister again.” Todoroki laid down on his bed.

 “Ah, do you call each other brother and sister?”

 Todoroki nodded “Mhm. I think she has a crush on Bakugou though.”

 Well that was unexpected. Unfortunately Izuku didn’t get the time to ask anymore because the device in his pocket started making noise and shaking. He frowned. He was enjoying his time with Todoroki.

 “Alright that’s all I have time for today. Thank you for talking with me Todoroki.”

 Todoroki nods. “Mhm.”

 Izuku looks to the left a little and waves. “Bye Todoroki’s brother.”

 Todoroki smiles softly. “He says you can call him Touya, he says bye too.”

 That’s good. Touya, Touya Todoroki. Izuku would do some research when he got home.

 “Alright, Goodbye Todoroki, Goodbye Touya.” Izuku got up and pushed open the door and shut it quietly behind him. Along with closing the metal door and locking it down. Ochako was there on her phone waiting. “Oh, Hey! How’d it go?”

 “It was good, Todoroki was very polite and kind.” He smiled softly before he turned to look at Uraraka.

 “Really? Normally he lashes out and tries to kill. I didn’t expect you to come out...un touched.” She shuddered. “Anyways. Next you’ll meet Shinsou. Follow me.” She started off down the way as Izuku flipped to Shinsou’s file.

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