ANXIOUS ~Dabi (a mha fanfiction)

Anxiety

          Anxious-Dabi Chapter One
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They were both little when they first met. She had to be only six or seven, but it felt as though she already held the weight of the world on her shoulders. 

He noticed her. She sat curled in a ball shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hey! Are you okay?" His voice was soft as he slowly approached her, scared she may be injured. 

Her glossy eyes snap up to his and he offers her a small smile. "What's wrong?" 

"I-I don't wanna go to school." She croaks out her voice weak and corse from crying. 

"Oh." He sits next to the small girl, not sure what to do. 

"What school do you go too?" 

Quietly she rambles out the name of her elementary school, while her fingers pick at the threading of her dress. 

"Oh! Me too!" He grins at her, trying to make her feel better. Even though they were just a grade apart, she seemed so much smaller than him. "What's the problem? Do the kids bully you?" 

She shakes her head rubbing her eyes. "Th-theres too many..." 

"Too many what?" He asks her softly. 

"Too many people."

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Current times... 

There's far to many people here. I take a deep breath in and hold it for a second, willing the anxiety to go away. But it never does. My palms start to sweat and my arms start to shake. I feel as though I've lost all control of my body. "It's just a meeting." I try to reason with myself. Just a meeting with over thirty people in attendance. 

Shoot. 

I dart for the women's restroom, my stomach feeling way too uneasy. Violently, I push open open swinging door and speed walk to a stall, spilling my lunch into the toilet bowl. This is not okay. 

I hate myself. I hate myself for not being able to do it. Not being able to go to a simple work meeting. What am I still a small child? 

Groaning, I pick myself up, retrieving my brief case from the floor. My heels click on the cold floor as I make my way over to the sinks. Standing tall, I look very professional like something right out of a movie. 

Black blazer, white shirt, black pencil skirt, heels. My mother would be proud. The only thing that I can never seem to make look right on me, is my over the top curly brown hair. it's like no matter what I do, it waves all over the place marching to the beat of its own drum. 

I adjust my glasses and turn on the faucet. Cupping water into my hands, I rinse out my mouth with cold water and touch up my makeup. "You can do this." 

I tell myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. 

Taking a deep breath, I exit the ladies room, re-entering the real world. It's okay. I can do this. 

But I couldn't do it, my feet glue themselves to the floor. Desperately, I give my bracelet a light tug. It calms my anxiety just a little. I can't explain why. Maybe its because of the word 'breathe inscribed on the little metal piece or maybe it's because of the memory of who gave it too me. 

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"Happy birthday Haniso!" Touya held a little white box out to the small girl. She beamed at him, her eyes glowing. Touya was always with her. Always helping her. What would she do without him? She didn't know. 

"Thank you!" She happily accepts the box. Staring at the white square in her hands. 

"Well go on," He stands next to her, his cheeks turning a light pink hue. "Open it." He encourages her. 

"Really?! Right now?" 

"Yeah!" 

"O-okay!" Delicately, Haniso opens the box. Inside the box, surrounded by silver tissue paper is a bracelet. The beads shades of blue and silver and in the center is a little plaque 'breathe'. 

The small girl looks up at him, grinning from ear to ear. "It's blue! Like your flames!" 

"Yeah," he smiles back at her. "Now you'll always have a piece of me with you to help you." 

"Thank you Touya!" The small girl practically yells, hugging her best friend. 

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I leave the meeting. It's all too much, I can't do it. I wish I wasn't so weak. Walking down the road, I try to keep my head up. Look professional, so people won't stare. 

It's a miracle I even got this job really. There seemed plenty of people more fit than I, but somehow I was the one they chose. Lucky. I know. 

I chew on my lip, feeling guilty as ever. I shouldn't have just left like that. Sure, my boss is usually understanding, but that was just plain rude. It wasn't my intention to be rude, but in that moment I couldn't think of anything else. Anything other than the sheer number of people I would be around...I would be in one room with. I couldn't do it. 

My eyes water up. What's wrong with me? Why am I like this? My mother's words hit me like a ton of bricks.

"You're so strong. You could be so much more if you just got over yourself for once." 

It stung worse than any broken bone or injury I've ever had. It replies in my mind, over and over again driving me crazy. How I wished it wasn't me, who suffered.

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Chapters will definitely be inconsistent in terms of length for the sake of the storyline.

Chapter One is done! So happy to have it out and continue it!

What do you guys think of our main heroine? 😏