《Don't overwork yourself Izuku, please...》 Shoto said while turning off his motorbike and removing his helmet.
He drove Izuku to work, he was heading to work himself too.
《I know Shoto》 he smiled and leaned forward.
《You are a vision on a motorbike》 he whispered and kissed him.
《I'll come around twelve alright?》
Izuku nodded, waved at him and went to work, crutch in his hand Izuku walked inside.
Shoto kept his helmet under his arms and waited for Izuku to enter the building where his studio was.
Once in he turned on the motorbike and decide to take a turn: he wanted to talk with Izuku's psychiatric to get a hold on his situation before going to work himself.
He knew the hospital was only a few blocks away so that would not be a real problem.
It's not that he didn't trust Izuku, at all but... he wanted to know exactly what he had.
The breeze against his helmet was cool, his motorbike swiftly moving through the traffic.
Shoto thought that he would need to buy two rings for themselves.
He smiled warmly at the thought.
He stopped in front of a grey building, this was the place: he was a bit early though. He had an appointment around nine o'clock, it was a quarter past eight.
He leaned on his motorbike waiting for the right time to enter the building.
His phone rung.
《Hello?》 Shoto asked.
《Listen, I don't know what to do with that costumer of us: how could you want a swimming pool inside your house?》 The man on the other line half shouted.
Shoto chuckled.
《Listen man, I will be there in one hour. Keep him talking. I will manage. A swimming pool is impossible, suggest a huge bathroom, elegant.
Warm colours.》
He could almost sense the other man nod.
《Thank God Boss. You always know what to do. How is it going with that boyfriend of yours? How was he called?》
《Izuku》 Shoto smiled to himself.
《And I think it's going pretty well.》
《Good》 the man says.
《What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?》
Shoto huffed.
《Yes, yeah. I will be there as soon as possible》
《That's not what I wanted to...》
Shoto hung the phone.
He run a hand through his hair and sighed.
He decided to send a quick text to Izuku.
- Have a good day. Don't stress too much xx
And smiled to himself like a fool in love as he was.
He checked the time: it was nine o'clock.
He left the helmet on the motorbike and entered the hospital: light-coloured walls greeted him, decoration stood at the top of the walls.
A lady, he thought she was 40 years old, greeted him.
《Good morning and welcome to the hospital. I'm Natalie, how may I help you?》 She asked politely smiling brightly at him.
Shoto approached her and smiled back.
《I'm here to see the psychiatric. I had an appointment around this time》
She nodded and tapped something onto her PC. Thank proceeded to make him sign a copy of paper.
《Well Mr. Todoroki, second floor on the left. You won't get lost, it's the first door》.
Shoto whispered a low thank you and went toward the elevator: he waited for it to arrive.
An old lady waved at him and waited with him for the elevator.
She smiled at him and so did Shoto politely.
《My dear son, you look so beautiful》 she whispered caressing his face.
Shoto's eyes shoot open and he backed away.
《Lady, you are not my mom》
She laughed, the elevator arrived and they both entered.
《Don't be silly! Of course I am! I remember how troublesome you were when you were little! Such a naughty boy》 she said moving her hand admonishing him.
Shoto's mind went back to the words her real mother would say to him.
"You are just like your father"
"You beat me! You monster"
And he swore he could feel his eyes watering.
The elevator clicked, they arrived at the second floor: soon a nurse entered and took the lady's hand. The old lady sang happily.
《I'm sorry for the inconvenience, she has Alzheimer. She must have mistooken you for someone else.》
Shoto dismissed her and covered his eyes for a brief second.
*Its Okay Shoto. Everything is okay* he mumbled to himself.
He knocked on the door and soon a male voice came from the other side.
《Come in》 it was strong and secure.
Shoto opened the door to reveal a small study with only the necessary. The doctor stood behind his desk, he was writing some papers. As soon as he noticed him he put those away, his attention directed completely to Shoto.
《Good morning Doctor. I have an appointment with you》
The doctor nodded.
《Please take a seat》
Shoto thanked him.
《Is it the first time you are here?》
He nodded.
《Well then, what takes you here?》
《Its about... Izuku... Izuku Midoriya, a patient of yours》
The doctor seemed troubled at first.
《And why are you here?》
《I need to know what he has, please. How severe is he.》
The doctor scratched his chin, and huffed.
《You know these are private stuff, do you? I am not allowed to share such information, unless you are a relative of his》
《I'm his husband》 he said proudly.
The doctor got up and went near a isle full of books: he took out a large book with different files in it.
He searched for a while, trying to find the right one.
Once found he threw it to Shoto who almost let it fall.
《Here, in that file there are his medical condition. I need to inform you that this appointment will cost you double.》
Shoto looked at him not happy but obliged.
《Izuku has... dissociative episodes?》
The doctor nodded.
《Severe one sometimes. Read forward: depression, anxiety. We have a full package, it makes him a wonderful patient.》
《Please, stop talking like this.》
The doctor only laughed.
《Or What will you do? Will you be going to your husband and say "You know what? I just went through you medical condition because I don't believe what you say?" Pathetic but I can understand. 》
Shoto was on the verge of slamming his hands on the table.
《Give me his medicines, I will buy them》
The doctor shrugged.
《Okay then, have a happy and nice day》 he said prescribing different medicines.
Shoto took the paper and slammed the door.
《Bastard》 he whispered to himself.
He rushed to the pharmacy buying all the medicines not wanting to see how strong they were for he already knew.
He put aggressively on his helmet and turned on the motorbike.
Before going he called Izuku: he was angry, Izuku didn't tell him a lot of things.
《Shoto? Are you alright?》 He asked on the other side of the line, his voice a little worried.
《Am I alright Izuku? ARE YOU alright?!》 He asked, his tone raising.
《What? What are you talking about?》
《I went to your fucking psychiatric.》 Silence was now filling the line.
《I... listen Sho... I was planning to tell you everything...》
《WHEN?? WHEN?! I am a fucking idiot yo believe that yes you were having a hard time but were getting better. I spent almost one hundred dollars for your medicine, FOR THE RIGHT MEDICINES you need. Fucking pathetic》
He turned off the phone and sped through the city, he needed to work to get this off his mind.
He could feel his heart beating faster and his breath laboured.
------NOTES-----------
Hi guys, it's me!
We still have unresolved problems but something has been found out! What will happen? How will they surpass this little moment of crisis?
NEXT CHAPTER: LET IT BURN
I have also made a drawing of Dabi, if you wanna check this out. It took some hours on my iPad but I think it's pretty good.
I can draw you something if you want! Just ask me :)
Ninami0004 here is your drawing!