Tuesday June 29th
Kirishima's POV:
The 8am meeting at Fat Gum's was really boring. There were mentions of updates on current cases and a few policy changes when it came to assisting in arrests of petty criminals. I stayed awake through the whole thing and managed to write down a few notes, taking a page right out of Midoriya's book. I couldn't help but think about what Midoriya, Katsuki, and Todoroki might be discussing in their meeting at Endeavor's agency. I ate lunch at agency and returned to school for afternoon classes. Going to our work studies in the middle of the week was uncommon, but some of our meetings were really important, and the pros didn't want us to miss them.
Katsuki, Todoroki, and Midoriya trudged in right before final period. Katsuki looked pissed, Todoroki had his usual blank look on his face, but I could see his jaw clenched, and Midoriya looked worried. I walked over and stood beside Midoriya and Katsuki's desks, while they started to pull out their textbooks and notebooks.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked loud enough for both of them to hear me, but low enough so that our other classmates couldn't eavesdrop.
"Tell you bout it later," Katsuki grumbled, glaring at the board at the front of the room.
Midoriya gave me an apologetic smile, "Meeting in my room at 4, okay?"
"Yeah. Okay, dude."
The bell rang, signaling the start of class. I hurried to my seat, and pulled out what I would need for class. I tried my best to pay attention as Thirteen started lecturing on search and rescue tactics and how we should react to different scenarios, but my mind kept drifting back to Katsuki, Todoroki, and Midoriya, trying to figure out what could've happened at Endeavor's agency to put them all on edge. It had to have something to do with Stealthy Gratitude if Midoriya was calling a meeting.
"Midoriya," Thirteen sternly called, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"S-sorry, what was the question."
Thirteen sighed, "I asked what you should do if someone is having a panic attack."
"Oh, um. Well, you shouldn't leave them to go get help. Stay with them and stay as calm as possible. Ask them to sit down, if they're not already sitting. Speak softly and clearly to them and ask them what they need and don't assume to know what they need, because everyone reacts differently. You should also make sure not to move too suddenly, and you should try to get them to slow their breathing by breathing with them. And you should never, ever tell someone having a panic attack to 'calm down'"
Midoriya didn't sound like he was reciting something from text. It sounded like he was speaking from experience. My heart clenched at the thought of that cute, absolute ray of sunshine, suffering through a panic attack. I mean, we're all becoming heroes, and we've all been through some terrible stuff, but Midoriya's so strong, and he always bounces back from everything. Then again, I've only known him for a couple of years, and based on what Katsuki told me about their middle school years, he was different back then. They were both different back then.
But then that means, Katsuki could've caused Midoriya's panic attacks.
That thought had me fuming, like when I first discovered that Katsuki was Midoriya's number one bully, until they were both accepted to UA. I'll never completely understand some of the things Katsuki did or said to Midoriya. I really try not to think about it too hard. Katsuki has changed, Midoriya forgave him, and I know Katsuki is still trying to make up for all of it in his own way.
The bell rang, and I glanced around confused. Class is over already. Guess I'll have to borrow someone's notes.
I started packing things in my bag, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Midoriya looking at me with a concerned expression on his face.
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Mending Old Wounds
FanfictionOi! It's another MHA fanfic! Your favorite troublesome class are in the first semester of their third year at UA. I haven't read the manga but I am up to date on the anime and I've peaked at quite a few spoilers, mostly on accident. I plan on taking...