Let me help| DADZAWA

Chapter 25

I do not own any of the characters, pictures or songs I use. This is my story so don't copy it. Chapter Name: What You See Is What You Get

⚠Trigger Warning⚠

[][]Shinsou's P.O.V[][]

Shinsou doodled on the side of his maths notebook, the music in his ears was calming, he was desperately trying to tunes out any thoughts of the panic attack, the foster families and the league. He didn't want to think about any of those things, just ignore them, blast music to disrupt any chance of those things popping up in his head. Just push all those memories into a bottle, put said bottle into the darkest, dustiest most unopened box for it never to be opened, but things can be opened from the inside.

The screech of the door interrupted that thought. Hitoshi turned to see Aizawa leaning against the door frame.

"We have our session,"

Shit

"Oh, yeah forgot about that,"

"Come on,"

Hitoshi flung the earphones off and onto the desk, and followed Aizawa to his office.

The office was bland, nothing striking Hitoshi's attention, well except the mountains of files and pages.

"So, are you going to tell me what actually happened yesterday?" Aizawa said, eyes analyzing Hitoshi.

"Oh so you can speak first in these sessions could'a told me,"

"Hitoshi," Aizawa said sternly.

Hitoshi huffed. He did not want to talk about this. How did he find out? Denki? I thought he said he wouldn't tell. Stupid boy why would he not? The voice pierced his head.

"I had a panic attack no big deal,"

"It is, its a very big deal Hitoshi, why didn't you tell anyone?" Aizawa asked. Well, then it wasn't Denki.

"How did you find out?" Hitoshi said ignoring Aizawa's question.

"Not important,"

"Yes, it is," Hitoshi pushed.

"I'm not saying,"

"Then I'm not talking,"

"Hitoshi, the person who told me, saw you run upstairs,"

Hitoshi scrunched his eyebrows, didn't see anybody.

"If you didn't see him, that's fine and understandable if you were in distress," Aizawa explained, making sure not to make Hitoshi feel uncomfortable.

"Look I just saw... something,"

"Okay, keep going you are doing good,"

"I was, um, watching a movie, I just stumbled on it, I didn't plan to even watch it," Hitoshi mumbled. The panic attack happened too easily and he doesn't like that.

Aizawa nodded.

"It was just, the-the, it was meant to be okay, it was ju-just an action film, but then," Hitoshi eyes darkened as they fell to his hands. that were placed on his knees.

Aizawa knew better than to interrupt, sometimes it can throw someone of thought and then they might not get to the core problem.

"Muzzle," Hitoshi breathed out, it was the only thing that dominated his thoughts.

Aizawa knew about Hitoshi past, he studied it in the first week of his arrival, mostly trying to decipher the truth from the lies made by people who were afraid of his quirk. Most of them being teachers and foster parents protecting their own children from being blamed for what they did. Aizawa knew about the muzzles put on him, Hizashi had went through it as well and still gets triggered.