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Note: This does not take place in the current arc.

 

They finally defeated the villains they had faced against, it had been a long, hard battle that even he doubted they could win... But it was finally over, an yet he knew something was still gonna happen; he felt something was wrong and yet he didn't know what it was, and yet it lingered in the back of his mind that he couldn't control what was going to happen. He was scared, maybe because he had almost lost all of his friends, or maybe because they would have all had died if it weren't for All Might, or maybe it was because he almost lost himself; maybe that's what had gotten him all shaken up.

He had just ended up standing there in the group his friends had gathered in, looking wide-eyed at the mess of the fight they had once fought, shaking not worrying about the condition of the others or himself; he just couldn't get rid of the panicky feeling he had. Everyone else had been asking each other on whether or not they were okay, some trying to ask if others were badly injured; some asking All Might on what to do.

Midoriya looked around to see if he could find any survivors that needed help until a shaking person caught his attention, it wasn't who he expected. 'Is Kaachan okay?... He's shaking.' He thought. He swiftly walked over to Bakugo, nimbly avoiding the others as he walked over to Bakugo. He stood behind the shaking boy, reaching his hand out to put it on his shoulder. he hesitated at first.

"Kaachan..." He put his hand on his shoulder,

"Are you okay?..."

He jerked away and stumbled a bit back, his breath start to quicken in pace. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" He barked, his voice consisted of stress and terror. His eyes darted around everything in front of him, panic soon starting to consume him; he was starting to feel detached from reality, this wasn't good at all, it never was good. "Just... Just... Just get away from me... Please..."

Everyone on the team had heard the loud outburst and faced their attention towards the scene in front of them, they were all about to inch closer to the scene until All Might took a step forward. He slowly approached the boy while saying, "Young Bakugo... It's okay, the fights over. There's nothing to worry abo-" He stopped once he was yelled at by the boy.

"Get away! Don't touch me! All of you just... Just get away from me! I can't... I can't... I can't breathe..." Bakugo's voice drifted off at the end of his sentence, tears dripped from his eyes, his breath didn't stop quickening. Midoriya slowly walked towards the boy, his eyes full of concern; he knew what was happening, it didn't happen much in their childhood but he still knew that these types of this would never go away. People whispered on what he was doing, not taking a step forward due to thinking he was going to have another outburst. They were concerned, due to the fact that he said he couldn't breathe.

Iida stepped forward. "Midoriya... We appreciate you trying to help, but... Do you even know what you're doing? The poor soul said he couldn't breathe, how can you make it any better?" Iida questioned. Midoriya turned around an looked at the others, a confident look on his face. "I've dealt with this before, I've had to deal with him for my entire childhood so I should know how to do it. Just... Please, trust me on this one. I know what he's going through.." Midoriya

He stopped in front of him and took a deep breath, Bakugo looked up at Midoriya. Bakugo knew it was him, yet he didn't say anything. Midoriya wrapped his arms around Bakugo and held him into an embrace, softly murmuring comforting things. Bakugo just stood there hands at his side until he wrapped his arms around him too his breath starting to relax into a normal pace.

Everything was fine... As long as he could relax in his arms...

...

Midoriya let go of Bakugo, Bakugo let go of him only to fall into his arms, he was weak from whatever had happened to him. Midoirya caught the boy and looked to the others for help carrying the boy, his weapon had made him harder to carry. Both Iida and Kaminari helped Deku and put the boy's arm on each of the shoulders, Iida took the left with the heavy weapon and held his arm in place, and Kiminari wrapped his right arm around his shoulder holding it there so he doesn't slip off.

Aizawa walked next to All Might, wait- when did he get here? "Mind explaining why one of my students is unconsciousness?" Aizawa asked. All Might got ready to answer until he was stopped by Midoriya answer. "Bakugo had... A Panic Attack... He's usually good at controlling them but sometimes he can't... But don't worry! He's fine! He used to have them a lot as a kid and..." Aizawa interrupted him. "He didn't tell us that, he'll tell the whole class tomorrow if this is true." He looked at Iida and Kaminari whose faces held shocked expressions. "Bring him to the Recovery Girl, she'll deal with him and his aftermath." He looks to Midoriya, "And Midoriya, go with him." Midoriya nodded and followed them as they left.

...

Yag sighed as he leaned into the couch of the Teacher Lounge, today was a day; his body ached all over, after all, he had almost gone over his time limit; he had papers to grade to add to that. The door creaked open, but he didn't bother at looking who it was; it was probably Nezu or the Recovery Girl coming to scold him on almost using up all of his time and straining his body too much. The couch dipped as the person sat down next to him, neither of them spoke. A cloth wrapped around his hand, he looked up to confirm that it was indeed Shota Aizawa; he closed his hand around the cloth, it was a comforting thing Aizawa would do to comfort his friend when he needed.

"Aizawa,"

"Yagi,"

A long silence spread across them until Yagi scooted closer to him, he laid his head on Aizawa shoulder and sighed. "Why didn't he tell us sooner..." Yagi mumbled. Aizawa shook his head, "What do you expect from the boy, he's stubborn Yagi; and we're lucky that Midoriya knew what was going on or we would have been completely useless. We're lucky that kid is always around when we need him the most." Aizawa added. Yagi sighed, "I'm lucky to have you around to talk to about this." He mumbled.

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing, nothing... Nothing you should worry about Aizawa..."

"Hm,"

The cloth left Yagi's hand and was replaced by Aizawa's hand, he gave him a reassuring squeeze. Yagi smiled, he seemed to have Aizawa support through this.

...

The class was about to start and the conversation of where Katsuki was followed. Aizawa walked into the room paper in his hand, he took place in front of his podium. He announced that class was starting as per usual. Kiminari raised his hand in an instant, the curious case of Bakugo's disappearance of the day wouldn't escape as quickly as they thought it would. "Yes, Kiminari?" Said Aizawa, Kiminari put his hand down. "Is Bakugo coming to class or today? Or is he gonna have to stay ho-" The door swung open at that moment to reveal a displeased Bakugo, hands shoved into his pockets, an annoyed expression displayed across his face, he wasn't in a good mood.

He stomped his way past Aizawa until a cloth rope wrapped its way around his arm and stopped him in his tracks, Bakugo turned on his heels and glared at Aizawa but he didn't say a word. Aizawa chuckled, it was funny to see one of his own students try and frighten him. "Now, you will be released when you confirm this question Bakugo. If you don't, we can stay like this for the rest of this class. Your choice." Bakugo sighed but nodded. "From what I was told by the Recovery Girl why you were unconsciousness was from an unexpected Panic Attack that not even you could come over, is this true Katsuki Bakugo?" Aizawa asked.

Bakugo looked down at the ground, it becoming his sudden interest, anger dancing out of his body and face. "I asked, is this true Katsuki Bakugo?" Aizawa pressured his voice stern and growing colder. "Yeah... I've always had em', I just... Never had one that bad that I couldn't control, and I never thought it was that important to mention... Yeah, I kinda... Yeah." Bakugo admitted, the cloth unwrapped from around Bakugo's arm. "You may now go to your seat Bakugo," And he did exactly what he said, he sat in his seat arms crossed, trying to forget that everyone was staring at him.

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The Class continued on as usual, but not for Bakugo, it was different for him, he could feel or just predict that with this class he would constantly be asked or pushed on how he had a Panic Attacks.

If he knew one thing for sure there'd always be that one Asshole kid outside of Class 1-A that would try and make him have one, and he knew one thing for sure that now that it was newly discovered he had them the teachers would watch his for a couple of weeks; merely have his back when he was teased or was pushed to have one, that felt nice though, it felt nice for someone to have his back if he was being pushed into something he didn't want to have.

Occasional people like Mina and Kirishima would whisper to him a question about him having Panic Attacks or about why he didn't tell them sooner; but the thing was, he would have, he just didn't want to be pitied like he had when he was young. He was glad that Aizawa had put them in their place when they tried to whisper to him, he never liked the teacher that much until now. The lesson passed by quickly, and so did the time. When the bell rang they were excused form class, as usual, he got up hands shoved in his pockets and stormed out of the room, not feeling like making any conversation to anyone; just getting to his next class.

As he walked his way to his next class he was suddenly shoved towards the lockers, his eyes closed as he stumbled back, he tried and did catch himself so he wouldn't slam into the lockers. He opened his eyes to see the one and only Tetsutetsu from Class 1-B pushing him around like he was some kind of doll. He stomped towards the boy hands ready to explode the boys face if he wanted too. "And just what do you think you're doing?" Bakugo's voice was laced deeply with poison. The silver-haired boy huffed, eyebrows furrowing with a scowl on his face. "Pushing around a little kid who can't take the hint to back down," He said, quickly stepping forward pushing Bakugo back again.

People around them gasped as a crowd began to form, Bakugo wasn't going to back down now, now he had a fight to win. "You little-" He charged towards the boy explosions sparking from his hands his fist was quickly blocked with an iron arm and was hit in the stomach with a normal fist.

He stumbled back and grabbed his shirt right under his heart, he could feel his heart beating in his ears, his breath sharpening with every intake, tear threatening to spill from his eyes; he could feel himself on the verge of a damn Panic Attack just because of that one Asshole kid that just happened to feel like he had the right to do something like that. And the worst thing was that no teachers were around right now, none that he knew of because currently, Aizawa had pulled All Might in his room to talk too. He knew that he wouldn't be able to escape this one Panic Attack if no stepped in, and he knew that no one would since he was an absolute jerk to everyone so why would they try and help him? Exactly, not that many people liked him so not that many people would help him either.

"Aw look at the little boy, he's gonna freak out over me teasing him a little bit. What are you gonna do little boy, freak out? Why aren't you fighting back like you usually do, are you scared that you can't do anything now that we found out your secret? No one's here to save you know, we know exactly how to beat you now, how are you gonna win this time?" Tetsutetsu stepped forward and shoved Bakugo again, reminding that that he was, in fact, weak and that he couldn't fight back this time, his eyes darted around hoping to see some sort of teacher coming to his aid, he soon learned that with his vision blurring it'd be hard to tell that. He closed his eyes and caught his balance, his fists clenching tightly and knuckles turning white.

With his eyes closed, he hoped that be could try and block out everything, and try to at least get away with the blurring in his vision, keyword: tried he just couldn't do it, everything was too much right now; everything was too much right now. The pain in his chest, the feeling that he couldn't breathe, the teasing, the noise of everyone around him talking and whispering, the overwhelming of emotions on him, the tears spilling from his closed eyes, he just couldn't take it.

A loud step caught his attention, he looked in front of him and saw Midoriya in front of his hands clenched into fists, his stance filled with confidence. "Leave Bakugo alone!" His voice was filled to it too. Tetsutetsu laughed, his arms crossed as a grin flashed across his face. "And what are you gonna do about that you Shitty Nerd?" Damn, he stole his insults too? He was really losing everything here, his sanity and pride included. "Oh, I'm not gonna do anything... M-Mr. Kan and Mr. Aizawa, will though..." His voice stuttered when he saw both of the angered teachers behind the boy. Tetsutetsu turned around and took a step back, he had never seen both of them so angry and yet so disappointed at the same time, he was losing major points for this.

Kan shook his head and scowled, "I expected better from you Tetsutetsu, picking on a student just because they have mental troubles. I mean I know I told you that Class 1-A was our rivals but I really didn't expect that you would take it this far, this is inescapable." His voice seethed anger. Aizawa capture cloth floated signaling the anger that consumed him, he wouldn't tolerate one of his students having been treated like this, they were lucky he could control his anger. Kan dealt with his student, rightfully taking his to the Principal for an Unheroic act like that.

Aizawa voiced the concern that if they stayed any longer they'd be merely late for class, people quickly followed by trying to go to class. Midoriya turned to look Bakugo with a sheepish smile. "Sorry Kaachan but I couldn't let you just get pushed around like that and-" he was interrupted when Bakugo fell into his chest muffling some sort of thing. Midoriya panicked. "W-what?" He tried to push Bakugo up and let him stand but that clearly wasn't going to work, it seemed that this Panic Attack had the same effect as the last one, it made him weak. He held Bakugo in his arms and looked to Aizawa. Aizawa looked back at him and said. "Yes Midoriya, you can take Bakugo to the Recovery Girl's Office, I will make sure you're excused from your next class." And with that he set off, at least he knew he could go there now.

He stumbled into class with a sheepish smile and made his way to his seat, people whispered around until the question they had all been wondering was truly answered. "I'm sorry to say this but Young Bakugo was taken to the Recovery Girl's office due to an unforeseen incident, you will probably be able to visit Bakugo by the end of the day; I have no doubt he will be kept there just in case his condition worsens and to prevent further incident. I'm sure he'd enjoy your company once well rested and fit to have visitors. But for now, it'd be best if you go change into your gym uniforms instead."

...

And so the rest of the day was about that topic, and yet again finding out that Midoriya had been the one that helped Bakugo yet again. And they swore time went by slow as hell or maybe it was just them because the day seemed so long. Soon it was the end of the school day and some of the class decided to pay a visit to Bakugo in the Recovery Girl's office, it was the least they could do.

Ochaco knocked on the door, silently standing there for a response telling her she was allowed in the room. Mina scoffed, "Just open the door, I'm pretty sure we're going to be allowed to go in, he's our friend after all and we should have every right to see him." Iida decided to step in. "Just because we are friends with Bakugo doesn't mean we shouldn't show manners upon entering the Recovery Girl's Office, what if something is currently happening that could danger us? We must be careful and show manner to show that we respect the privacy of our friend and the staff of the school in order to obtain an understanding between us and the teachers." Iida scolded.

"Guys! Shhhhhh! I think I heard something!"Ochaco shushed, Midoriya fidgeted with his fingers as he waited for a response to come through the door. The silence spread across the four students like fog on a humid morning. A voice passed through the door leaving an invitation to come into the room known. Ochaco looked at Mina and nodded. Mina grabbed the knob and twisted pushing the door open with a simple push of her hand. The four crowded the door and walked in once it was fully open.

There sat the Recovery Girl on her chair editing paper on her computer, the sun was shining through the window which Bakugo was looking through. He was sitting up blanket draped over his lower half, face in the palm of his hand a frown in his face. "Hey Bakugo, you're alright!" Mina cheered as she rushed towards him, the three others followed her. Bakugo removed his face from his palm and rested it on his legs. Iida stood at the side of his bed arms now crossed.

"Good to see you're fine, maybe you should start walking with someone to class for the best interest of something like that not happening again," Iida advised, Ochaco stood next to Midoriya who was next to Iida. "You could walk with Iida me and Deku! We'd always be happy to have another person walk with us to class." Ochaco gave a heartfelt smile once she finished her sentence. "Glad to see you're alright Kaachan, you had the whole class worried. Everyone was talking about for the rest of the day," Midoriya said, a sheepish grin displayed upon his face.

"Um... Yeah, I'm fine, better than I was this morning," Bakugo said, sliding his legs down to their full length. "Well that's good, you're gonna need your full strength for our training tomorrow! You better get ready to lose everyone, I'm gonna beat you all!" Mina laughed, Ochaco nudged her in the arm. "Not if I defeat you first!" Iida added a comment, "I've determined that out of the two of you I'll win in a fight against either of you." Midoriya chuckled at the situation before him, Bakugo tapped Midoriya on the shoulder and Midoriya made a 'huh?' noise and turned around to face Bakugo. "Did you need something Kaachan?" Midoriya asked.

"Yeah... Um, thank you, Deku for getting the teachers back there." The last part of his sentence came out as something that sounded like a whisper. "Did you say something Bakugo? Because if you did you'll have to speak up," Iida told, Ochaco nudged him in the shoulder. "Give him a break, he just went through something." Ochaco scolded.

"W-what did you say?" Midoriya asked, partly taken aback if he heard the other right. Bakugo groaned. "I said... Thank you... Erm, thank you for getting the teachers back there alright?!" Mina giggled. "Awww, look old friends reuniting the old flame!" "Shut up!" Bakugo barked.

Mina wrapped her arm around his shoulder a grinned, "Oooo! Maybe I should hook you both up on a date soon. You'll thank me later!" Bakugo pushed the girl away and swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. "That's it! I'm leaving!" He grabbed his backpack and stormed out the door. "Oops!" Mina sheepishly said.

...

Yagi sighed, "I just don't understand Aizawa! Why would a student try to do that?" Aizawa patted him on his back. "There are people like that, Yagi. You get used to it in this world." Yagi threw his hands up signaling he had given up. "I just don't get it! That's such a... Ah..."

"Unheroic,"

"Unheroic act- yes Aizawa- an unheroic act, thank you Aizawa. But I just don't understand why people would do this..." He began to mutter to himself, something he often did many times over and over again, his hands fidgeting against the sofa, feeling out the fabric as if it was the only thing he could do. Aizawa sighed and placed his hand on his and squeezed his hand, stopping his hand from fidgeting. "You're mumbling again," Aizawa said.

"Sorry," Yagi mumbled.

Aizawa sighed, "Don't apologize, please." Yagi let out an "Mph,"

"Don't you 'Mph' me!" Aizawa warned, Yagi, chuckled.

Yagi leaned on his shoulder and let a small "Mph," again.

"You are so lucky I love you..." Aizawa mumbled, Yagi looked at him confused. "You what me?..."

"Shit,"