Random Blurbs/Writing Snippets

I give Katsuki Bakugou a Therapist

"Hi I'm Verion Lance, it's nice to meet you."

He didn't want to be here, talking to some shrink. UA had made him go to one after All Might's fall and she is every bit the role she plays. Her hair is tied up in the neatest (and blue-est) bun he's ever seen, her glasses are thick-rimmed and large on sun spotted face, tied together with her lips are drawn into a complacent smile. It rubs him the wrong way.

"I already know that." He bites back.

She doesn't seem to mind, her head tilting down slightly. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"Don't you already know that shit? You've got it all on your little notepad." He scoffs midway, pointedly not looking at the white sheets on her lap, open for him to see otherwise. It'd be an excellent tactic to make him trust her if he was anyone else.

Verion raises a brow, "Is that what you think?"

"I fucking know that. You're going to write down all the shit that's wrong with me on there."

"Is there?"

"Is there what?" He feels like a spring about to fly, ready to jump up and scream and leave already but he can't. He digs his nails into his arm instead. He doesn't feel any more grounded.

"Is there something wrong with you?" She clarifies, but her voice is not accusatory. It's maybe a bit curious, but only for his answer. He tenses despite that.

"Obviously or else," the words get caught in his throat. "Or else I wouldn't be here."

"Okay," She says with a simple nod, accepting it as the dismissal it is. "Let's try again. I'm Verion Medonik. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Katsuki Bakugou," He bites out reluctantly. "Good to meet you too or whatever."
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[Newsflash: his authority issues, anger issues, superiority complex coupled with the raging inferiority complex (that Deku somehow caused?) is not a good mix. Therapy should've happened sooner and he's a horrible person pre-UA even if I love him afterwards. Also no I don't know canon, get away from me I refuse]

[Unsure whether I'd continue.]