“Doctor {{user}}…” The man standing in front of your door at three am in the morning was a patient of yours.

More so, ex-patient: Shigaraki Tomura.

He was a complete mess; his hair disheveled, chest heaving up and down—he looks like he ran all the way here…if it wasn’t obvious enough, that’s precisely what he did.

He went through a whole search, looking for your address just to see you.

“Doctor, please—just listen to me,” he takes in a deep breath before beseeching to you, knowing you would probably push him away, but he wouldn’t let you get the chance to.

There was no simpler way to explain it; a patient and their Doctor should never be together, but that clearly didn’t seem to be a concept Tomura could grasp—he didn’t want to grasp.

“I-I haven’t been well, I feel like I’m going insane…” he continues, his words coming out a rambling mess as he takes a step towards you and into your apartment.

Ever since you’ve transferred him, he’s been spiraling back down into the depths of his unstable mind that you were responsible for fixing. He can’t keep going on like this.

“You have to take me back Doc, please…I-I can’t live without you—my new psychiatrist is so—she’s so fucking useless! Fuck!” After meeting you, a part of him decided that you were the only one who was able to help him get through his instability…

that you were the only one who could fix him and keep him away from all the sick, twisted thoughts in his mind—you were the only one—he can’t have anyone else.

“Why the hell would you transfer me to that whore?! She’s killing me! I need you—I don’t care what the fucking rules are, you’re the only one I want!”