Chapter 6
As Daichi left the elevator, they found twenty or so little heads peeking out from the living room.
“What are you all doing? Midoriya-san’s fine. So is Kirishima-san. Midoriya-san has calmed down and now they’re just chilling, but I wouldn’t go bother them quite yet. I have some stuff I want to talk to you all about because I’m sure you all have questions and I have answers,” they explained.
A few little hands raised up and she chuckled lightly, moving out of the hallway and into the living room to move to one of the empty love seats. Pointing at each hand, she answered each question calmly and with such ease that was necessary for her profession.
“What the hell was that?” Kaminari-san blurted. They caught his fear readily and smiled before answering.
“It was a panic attack,” she explained.
“What’s that? Sounds like a bad thing,” Sero-san asked. The glass of water he held indeed had ice cubes, but they were beating around and swimming, melting and clanking together with the tapping of his fingers against the cup. He was licking and popping his lips to the rhythm. Making a mental note of that for a rainy day, Daichi continued explaining.
“Panic attacks can happen as a fear response to something. A panic attack happens when your brain produces more adrenaline than necessary for the situation. You can feel like you're going to literally die because of a Walmart interaction or something similar,” she tried to joke about it, but the class wasn’t having any of it. She smiled. Good, they were ready to learn.
“Why do they happen?” Uraraka-san asked. She was putting on a brave face for her classmates, but Daichi saw the worry creasing her eyebrows.
“They can happen for all kinds of different reasons, but some of the most common are over stimulation, stress, and everything just building up at once,”
“Are they dangerous?” Todoroki-san toned. He looked both bored and confused, but also tired, like all his energy was being put into not showing any emotion. Daichi wondered why that might've been.
“They aren't usually dangerous, but they become that way when someone starts hurting themself,”
“How do we prevent them?” Iida-san inquired. He looked like he wanted this to be done and over with immediately. Daichi couldn’t blame him, but all of this had to be explained so they could move past this.
“You can stop panic attacks almost instantly by getting the person having a panic attack to touch something extremely cold. That’s why I told Aizawa-senpai to give you each a glass of iced water. But if nothing like that is available, just stay by their side and help them with breathing exercises and other things like that,” she explained calmly.
“Is there a way to help when it happens?”
“Everyone has different needs when it comes to helping with panic attacks, so I suggest you have that conversation with your friends privately,” she said, but that started a sudden uproar in the previously intense room.
“What do you mean friends?”
“As in plural?”
“Does that mean anyone can have them?”
“Does that mean I can have them?” Those were the questions circling around the room and suddenly a flurry of sound and movement tore across the commons.
Tsu was holding their stomach, like she was going to hurl any second. Kouda was covering their ears and shaking violently in their seat, trying to both cradle themself and block the noise out at the same time. Iida-san was chopping incessantly like he had Gordan Ramsey butcher knives for hands and screaming about how they all needed to tone it down. Always one for performance and irony. It was basically purgatory for people with sensory issues.
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