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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ワンパンマン_|_One-Punch_Man
  Relationship:
      Garou/Metal_Bat_(One-Punch_Man)
  Character:
      Sonic_(One-Punch_Man), Genos_(One-Punch_Man), Saitama_(One-Punch_Man),
      Metal_Bat_(One-Punch_Man), Zenko_(One-Punch_Man), Garou_(One-Punch_Man),
      Bang_|_Silver_Fang, Lightspeed_Flash_|_Flashy_Flash, Zombieman_(One-Punch
      Man), Fubuki_(One-Punch_Man), Amai_Mask_|_Sweet_Mask, Tatsumaki_(One-
      Punch_Man), Dr._Kuseno_(One-Punch_Man)
  Additional Tags:
      trigger_warning, tw, Suicide, Depression, Anxiety, Suicide_Attempts,
      Mental_Health_Issues, Schizophrenic!Sonic, Anorexia, Bulimia, Eating
      Disorders, graphic_depictions_of_suicide, Slow_Build, Hospitalization,
      SociallyAnxious!Genos, Angst, Therapy, This_is_a_really_sad_fic, im_not
      sorry_though, this_will_probably_be_really_long, expect_more_tags, future
      smut, This_is_pretty_depressing_and_sad, hinted_drug_use, sorry_i_know_i
      promised_fluff_but, shit_happens, Lots_of_side_characters, idk_-
      Freeform, there_are_the_nin_nin_twins_in_this, side_battarou, Battarou
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1358
****** Yeah, This is Pretty Shitty ******
by maximillion
Summary
     Genos didn't expect to fail when he tried to kill himself. He also
     didn't expect to be shoved into Z-City Adolescent Psych Ward. Nor did
     he expect falling for his rude, angry, and bitchy room mate. But hey,
     shit happens.
Notes
     Yeah I don't really know what this is but ok. I hope this pic turns
     out well, it's been running around my head for a while. This is kind
     of the set up for the first real chapter... The next one will
     probably be way more interesting and have way more content. Idk I
     kind of pulled this out of my ass to be honest, but whatever.
     REMINDER THAT I DO NOT HAVE A BETA SO THIS WILL PROBABLY BE SHITTY!
     This is just the beginning-- think of it as a bite of the story to
     come! (: Enjoy!
“… So, Genos… Are you going to talk about it…?”
The blonde idly picked at the frayed badages around his left forearm, his eyes
glued on the tile floor. He noted that there was a small stain on the cheap,
short carpet.
He really wanted to go home, but he had a strong feeling that that wasn't going
to happen any time soon.
“… Is there anything you’d like to discuss at all…?”
Genos looked up at the woman sitting before him. Her dark hair was neatly
curled and pulled up into a tight pony tail. Her clothes were neat, probably
freshly ironed. Her nails were painted a deep blue. Genos liked the color, it
reminded him of his dark blue bedspread— Aka, the thing he loved the most. The
place he wanted to be. Not in this tense placed pumped full with the scent of
antiseptic and medicine. It smelled like sickness, and Genos was tired of being
reminded that he was sick.

“… It’s not good to just stay quiet during our sessions, Genos.” The woman said
lightly, readjusting her position, legs neatly crossed at the ankles. Genos
refused to meet her eyes, simply kept his eyes trained out the window, or on
the floor, or at the bland color of the walls around him. He felt kind of
claustrophobic, crammed in a room for a certain amount of time with no way to
escape. He hated these stupid sessions. They achieved nothing, he had long
since come to this conclusion. But, alas, here he was, sitting on an
uncomfortable couch in a dull room with a dull woman, trying to simplify the
feelings and thoughts he had no words for into something comprehendible,
something to be studied by men and woman with clipboards.
He hated it.
The woman sighed heavily, simply writing something down in her notes. Genos had
yet to say a word to her other than the polite ‘hello’ he tossed out during
introductions. His grandfather seemed desperate to get him help, but the blonde
didn’t seem like he wanted to comply. Nobody understood why he behaved this
way— He was a quiet, respectful kid who always did everything politely and
obediently, but for some reason, he clammed up when ever he was asked to work
with his doctors and his therapists. Kuseno had grown tired of silent dinners,
of Genos’s nervous and closed behavior, his fear of going out and meeting new
people. He knew that the teen needed help, but since Genos didn’t ever speak
up, nobody knew what it was, exactly that he needed help with.
But, as things tend to build up, The pressure of life began to grind into
Genos’s bones.
Must succeed in school, must get the scholarships he needed. Must smile, must
make appearances at social gatherings, make his presence known as the
prestigious grandson of the famed Dr. Kuseno, stay strong, stay happy, stay
confident, get everything done. There was no room for error, there was no room
for a slip up. Forget the fact that your parents died when you were just a kid,
forget the way you stare up at the ceiling late at night, unable to sleep since
you’re afraid of what your dreams might bring. Forget the lunch breaks spent
trying to breathe, crammed in the school bathroom with your chest being crushed
by the weight of anxiety, tears streaming down your face. Forget the whispers
in the back of your head, the shadows that seem to wrap around you when nobody
is looking. Work, succeed, repeat. Achieve. Don’t disappoint— there is
no room for failure
. 

But really, how could Genos go to anyone and talk about this? He was supposed
to be happy— Living in a house with decent money, a loving grandfather, with
successful grades and a future laid out before him. He’d never needed something
he didn’t have or couldn’t get. He’d never spent nights cold and hungry, He’d
never been beaten or abused— If anything though, that made it all worse. He had
a pretty nice life.
So why was it so rough? Why was it so awful? Why did he feel so sick
Genos wasn’t strong, he’d accepted that a long time ago. Maybe its why he tried
to take the ‘bitches way out’ when he began to shatter under the pressure of
his obligations. Kuseno had noted his declining mental state, tried to get him
a meeting with a therapist, but he was a tad too late. A handful of pills, a
slit wrist, a bloody bathtub, and a panicked hospitalization later, here he
was. It was his first day technically out of the hospital, but he wasn’t quite…
well… out of the hospital.
He had been told to get dressed in clothes Kuseno had brought him, and he
simply assumed that he was getting picked up and getting taken the fuck out of
this hell full of synthetically sweet nurses, awful check ups, and cups of
jello for meals. Getting his stomach pumped was shit— it was like having an
elephant personally stomp on your guts, and the stitches in his arm constantly
itched and ached.
But instead of to Kuseno and the car and back home where he could get some
decent rest, Genos had been led to a little room, with a therapist sitting
there, clipboard in hand. Genos almost wanted to cry— All he wanted was to
fucking go home, but apparently that was too much to fucking ask.
“Well, Genos, I guess this concludes our session for now… I wouldn’t quite call
it productive…” The woman said calmly, quietly, putting down her clipboard and
folding her hands in her lap. “But over the next few weeks, we’ll be able to
work on that.” She shifted in her seat again, sighing loudly, and Genos almost
rolled his eyes. Like hell he was talking to her anymore… Maybe he could
convince Kuseno to fire this shit hospital therapist. He’d think about it after
a nap in his familiar bed.
“… Now… There is actually something else I needed to address with you.” She
stated softly. She let out a heavy sigh, and Genos felt more anxiety building
in his chest. She sounded serious. He didn’t like serious things, he’d had
enough of that shit. He wanted to go home, right now, he wanted to go home and
take a nap and try to avoid getting back in the flow of his normal, crushing,
empty life for just a few more hours. He didn’t want to deal with any of this
therapy mental health bullshit anymore—
He wouldn’t have to next time. When he makes an attempt on his life again,
he’ll be sure to not fail.
“… You’re not leaving the hospital. Not quite yet.” Genos stiffened at her
words, brows furrowing, mouth opening slightly with a question on his lips.
What the fuck? Did they have more bullshit mental analysis they needed to do on
him? Before he could even ask the ‘why’ on his tongue, the woman spoke up
again.
“For the next seventy-two hours, you’ll be placed into the inpatient adolescent
psych ward. You’ll be living here on suicide watch. For seventy-two hours, you
are under control of the state and kept here for your own safety. Even your
parent or guardian can’t take you back out.”
The blonde male’s breathing hitched, his golden eyes widening slightly. This
had to be some fucking joke. Some fucking prank— She couldn’t be serious. This
couldn’t be happening to him.
“Your grandfather, Dr. Kuseno, however, has consented to you staying here even
longer, as long as we believe you need to reach a non-critical mental state.
When we believe you are safe enough to be released, you will be let go… I know
this is a lot to take in but…
“This will be your home for the next few weeks. Maybe longer, if necessary.”
Genos couldn’t breathe.
“Welcome to the City-Z Hospital Adolescent Psych Ward, Genos.”
No fucking way.
“… I suggest you make yourself comfortable here. And I also suggest you start
speaking up… staying mute won’t help you get out of here any faster.”
Fuck.
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