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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙉𝙀

The day went on as usual, general studies ended up being only child's play as Katsuki's test results all came out near the top.

Though, he can not stop thinking about the interaction he experienced on the train. During the past few classes he brushed it off and decided to keep what happened to himself for now; assuming the man to be a harmless creep.

Obviously he was bluffing. He reassured himself.

On his way to his last session, being the hero coarse, fog covered his vision as he shakes his head, grumbling as he closes his eyes in confusion while placing two digits to his temple, applying pressure to try and make it disappear.

"What the hell," Katsuki muttered as he stops in the middle of the hall, dizziness making an appearance. He goes to the wall, leaning against it to try and gain back any balance he had only 5 seconds ago. The other students not paying any mind to the boy as he starts to sweats from the sudden burst of heat going through his body.

His stoicism playing a major part to that, for all he looks like is a stressed out high schooler and not one who is in major discomfort.

After a while, everything faded back to normal. So he pushed himself off the wall and walked into the classroom, almost being late because of that inconvenience.

As he walks into the class, the usual peers say their hellos and greet each other, Katsuki unfortunately is an included victim. Out of his free will, obviously.

"Bakugou!" A cheery voice spoke out to the dazed blond. "I was wondering where you were!"

The red-headed boy walked over and draping an arm around Katsuki's shoulders. "You're usually the first in class, what happened and why are you so warm?" He questioned with a quirked brow at his close friends unnaturally warmth.

Katsuki sneers at the sudden contact, his dazed and confused mood instantly switching to one of annoyance and anger.

"Get the hell off me!"

With that, he roughly shrugged Eijirou's arm off him and walked straight to his desk, just wanting to sit down and rest his now aching body. He shrugged this off as a symptom of his excessive working-out the other day, but what he can not understand is the nagging dizziness and the feeling of fatigue.

While the Ash blond was minding his business, a certain someone was keeping an eye on him: notching the exhaustion present within his childhood best-friend, he began to worry, for obvious reasons. Katsuki isn't known to show any weakened state. Therefore, this must be something serious, to the point of not faking it.

Even though Izuku had every right to check on Katsuki, he just can not bring himself to speak to him. Just the slightest hint of care towards the aggressive teen, always ended with his ass on the ground. Not necessarily something he wants a repeat of.

Though, has that ever stopped him before?

As time went on in the classroom during the last few minutes of class, Izuku was in the process of tapping his pencil against his chin in thought, the occasional glance towards the blond and a piece of paper that rested neatly in front of him was prominent.

He was trying to comprehend a solid way to have a rational conversation with Katsuki. That is until he noticed something odd; Katsuki's handwriting.

It was sloppy, barely legible even. Of course, the feisty boy was known for his rough writing style, but this did not radiate Katsuki Bakugou.

It was almost like he was in pain. Izuku noted all the anomalies of his state: tense posture, trembling hands, frequently deep breathing, fidgeting.

Conclusion? Anxiety attack?

He was not sure.

Should he do something about it?

Probably.

Will he?

Debating.

Mentioning his concerns to an adult might be the better option, instead of confronting him himself. Katsuki looks stressed enough.

So when class ended and everyone started to leave, he was getting ready to discuss the issue with his teacher. Mr. Aizawa.

Though, it seems he did not have to.

"Bakugou. We need to talk."

With that firm confirmation, Izuku sighs and redirects his attention and walks out of class, not wanting to overhear the discussion.

Katsuki on the other hand, as he sat on a desk, was glaring straight at his teacher that was standing in front of him with a blank expression.

"What."

"Are you going to tell me what is going on." Aizawa finally announces into the now vacant room.

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."

The man stares at him then closes his eyes. Not really expecting anything more than a vague reply.

He reopened his eyes, only to see his student glancing around, somewhat like he is paranoid. The wiping his hands onto his pants legs not going unnoticed.

"It wasn't a question."

With that said and a phone call to his parents, Katsuki Bakugou was permitted to be checked over by a professional psychiatrist. Until then, he is not allowed back on campus, for his well-being.

Katsuki's mood worsened.