Level Up (Bnha x OC)(Old)

Chapter 7

Walking into class the next day is a little weird and I'm pretty sure everyone noticed. Wearing the blazer I normally have tied around my waist, I sit down in my seat. Todoroki throws me a curious glance but thankfully doesnt say anything.

I try to ignore the looks and questions I get about it until hero training, and succeed for the most part, but it's pretty hard to hide a hand-shaped bruise on my upper arm from curious classmates.

It doesnt even look that bad anymore, although the sickly yellow colour isnt all that better than the nasty purple it was before. A gasp is heard through the chatter in the change room before the room becomes eerily silent.

"Who did that to you."

My eyes widen at Mina who looks like she's about to go on a manhunt. I hastily finish changing and stutter out, "I-it's n-nothing M-Mina! Really!"

I don't give her time to answer as I rush out towards the training grounds, cursing that my hero costume was in for repairs after the USJ. I cross my arms to hopefully hide the cursed bruise, irritated at the schooled short sleeved sports uniform.

"Shit, Mizaki what the fuck is that?" I startle at the worried voice as gentle hands pry my arms apart. I stare at caring dark eyes as Sero pokes and prods at the bruise.

"I-it's nothing, promise." I hastily tear my arm from his grip as I try my best to hide the growing irritation. My anxiety blows through the roof when I hear Mina's voice,

"HANA MIZAKI! You better tell me what the fucl happened with your arm or so help me Kami I will drag you over here by your fucking ears!" She storms over to Sero and I as the rest of the class stares at the usually cheerful girl in shock, never expecting her to sound so angry at me (or anyone really).

"What the fuck are you talking about racoon eyes? What happened to the game bitch now?"
Of course, of fucking course Bakugo had to but in as well. Mina finally reaches me and rips my arm towards her, the bruise on full show.

The horrific hand shaped bruise.

A few gasps echo throughout the crowd and I'm done, "Fuck off Mina. I told it was nothing so it's fucking nothing. Nothing more than an asshole pervert who got a little handsy. That's. It. Nothing I haven't been through before so just lay off!" I glare at the shocked pinkette.

The silence echoes in the crowded room before I realise what I just said, "Shit- Mina I'm- I'm so so sorry. That- Shit- I wasn't supposed to say that. I wasn't supposed to say that."

Feeling the familiar tightness in my chest, I push through the crowd and book it towards the changing room. I go into the last stall and lock it, stumbling a bit with my shaking fingers.

My breathing is laboured as I collapsed onto the bench the the small private changing room. I know I'm hyperventilating at this point so I try to steady my breathing but it's not working. WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?!

I. Can't. Breathe.

I barely hear the stall door crash open when a pair of arms wrap around me, grounding me as muffled words filter through my brain.

"You're okay, I've got you. Calm down I'm right here. Hey, Hana, try to match your breathing with mine okay? In, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4. That's it."

I look up with tear filled eyes into kind golden ones, gentle arms rubbing small circles on my back. "Ka-Kaminari?" He sends me a smile, "That's my name don't wear it out." I giggle slightly at his joke as my breathing finally evens out.

He frowns as little as he speaks, "Panic attacks can be a bitch aren't they?" I stare at him a little shocked. Who would have thought the resident sunshine Pikachu would have panic attacks. I guess even the happiest of people cant always be happy.