Not So Pro [BNHA × Reader Insert]

An Abundance of Anger

"I should set you up with an anger management program," the counselor suggested, typing away on the computer.

"That's not necessary..." they blurted out, not comfortable with the idea of therapy at this point, and feeling even more unsure about an anger management course. Their only encounter with therapy was the school counselor and that doesn't leave a good impression on professional help.

"My, uh, parents wouldn't agree to it," they said, looking away from the counselor that had been eyeing them as they brought their hand up to scratch behind their ear.

The counselor skeptically hummed in response, turning to the random kid. "As we have with all close friends of Miss Amaterasu, we reccomend therapy, healthy communication with other friends, and proper coping with loss and anxiety."

"I don't need therapy," he huffed, crossing his arms.

The counselor sighed.
•••
---15:00, Nabu Middle School---
Y/n was used to the odd glares and angry murmurs, but as the day went on they only grew more extreme. People would even come up and accuse them after that one guy at lunch got ballsy.

Even Shirohato had more outside interactions. Very few people offered him their sympathy. Most of the students would lecture or judge him about spending time with "that Quirkless delinquent" more than they usually did.

At the end of the day, the two met up after Y/n argued a bit against it.

Together, they walked through the school, their eyes focused on the ground. Their walk of shame ended at the school's gates where they walked to the train together, luckily without running into another student. The silence persisted.

"N/n..." Shirohato muttered, gripping the straps of his bag tighter.

They only hummed, unable to bring themselves to look at the kid.

"Do... you want to come over?" he hopelessly asked.

"I... I don't think your family wants me over right now," they said, looking over at the boy. The idea of them going over the minute Hitomi dissapeared felt gross.

Shirohato tensed, his head sinking into his shoulders. "You... you know, my birthday is coming up," he mumbled, looking away. He felt guilty being flustered now when his intentions were to cope and feel like everything was normal again.

Y/n sighed, already knowing what he was doing. "Fine. I'll drop by for a second."

Shirohato's face swiveled to look at them, a small smile hanging on to his open mouth.

"Are you trying to catch flies, Kid," Y/n mocked, using their hand to hit his chin and close his mouth. "It'll just be for a second, so it's not a big deal."

"Well... it's good..."
•••
---15:56, The L/n Residence---
Y/n paced around their room, their thoughts racing in their head.

"Where could She be?"

"Is She okay?"

"This is your fault."

"Did She leave?"

"Why?"

"You did this."

"She left you."

"FUCK!" Y/n screamed slamming their fist against the wall. Their vision became blurry from the tears, but they continued punching the wall. The skin on their knuckles peeled away the more they punched, but they ignored the sting.

A bit of cracks forming on their wall caused them to freeze.

"The hell am I doing...?" they muttered, falling to their knees and resting their head against the wall. The tears streaming down their face seemed to puddle on the floor.

Their tired eyes wondered, falling onto a little stain at the bottom of their wall. Y/n couldn't remember how that happened. They shook their head. Pushing themself off the wall, Y/n sniffled and sighed to try and calm themselves. They wiped their face and stared at their window, "I have to help Her..."