𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

panic

What are you doing? God, what are you doing? You're worthless. The second the heroes are dead, the League will leave you. The second they can, they'll leave you. Touya. Toga. Shiggy. All of them.

"Mouse," Touya hums, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you pace in front of him. "Stop pacing."

You're an idiot. A fucking idiot, Y/n.

"I can't," you say softly, hugging your upper arms, your body trembling with soft tremors.

What made you think this was going to go smoothly? What made you think you could pull this off?

He frowns, watching you for a moment before walking over to you and pulling you close to his chest. "Take a deep breath."

He's so disappointed in you, Y/n. Completely and utterly disappointed in you.

You try, even though it feels difficult to breath, you try anyway, shielding your face from the four pro heroes who sit tied up in the middle of the room.

Look at them. Look at what you've done.

"Tell me five things you can see," he whispers into your ear, his hands heating up to soothe the goosebumps that cover your arms. You peek over his arm, scanning the room as tears fill your eyes and your chest begins to feel heavy. The weight of all the work is finally crashing down on you and killing you from the inside out. And it hurts. It fucking hurts.

"The walls," you mumble into his chest.

"Good. Four more."

You frown, but listen anyway. Scanning the room, and avoiding the prime cause for your anxiety, you try to find four more things you can see. Though it helps, it doesn't rid the aching pain in your chest, the tears that threaten to spill with each blink, the suffocating thoughts that run freely in your head.

"The crates," you say as your eyes stare at the wooded crates in the corner of the warehouse.

"Three more," he murmurs, his hands beginning to gently rub your upper arms as you look around.

"The windows."

"Two more."

"Shiggy," you sigh softly, seeing him casually play on his Gameboy while he sits on a crate in front of the heroes.

Touya smiles softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. "One more."

You lift your eyes to his, a shaky smile appearing on your lips. "You," you murmur.

"Good girl. Take another deep breath." You do, closing your eyes and taking a slow and steady breath. Of course, you're still shaking, and your head is still racing, but the pain in your chest is slowly leaving, not by much. Slowly, but it's going.

Touya has you do a few more, like four things you can feel and three things you can hear, and so on, before you've calmed down enough to actually face the heroes. You're still nauseous, so you keep your arms around your stomach, but Touya's arm around your shoulder is comforting.

Hawks thrashes in his restraints, trying to so desperately scream through his gag. They all try to. But thanks to Giran, they've been given a drug that immobilizes them. So Aizawa's quirk is useless, and Endeavor's fire isn't no longer there to help. Each pro hero before you are helpless.

And for some reason, it makes you sick to your stomach.

Shiggy sets his Gameboy down next to him, taking a deep breath. You'll admit, he's much more intimidating with the hands surrounding him, especially the one covering his face. He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his knuckles holding his head up. He sighs and you watch his chest rise and fall with the action.