The suffocation...
The agony...
The pain in my lungs was unimaginable.
Desperate for oxygen in a word filled with it, unable to grasp the idea of a breath.
People doing their own things, but for some reason it feels like they're all silently watching.
This is a daily occurrence. Never once was I allowed to go a day without feeling like I was being stalked by every human behind I passed. Animals were my solitude, but I hated reptiles and amphibious creatures.
Maybe that's why "snakes" follow me everywhere I go?
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I sat in class enjoying the silence of the room. I was always in the mid-range of arriving to class, but always during the time when people had settled down. I wasn't known for showing up early, and you'd definitely never catch me late... Not even if it meant going to a doctor's appointment before school.
I either went after school, or never came to school at all. Never an in between.
I soaked in the silence of the classroom with little to no chatter amongst the other students. Class 3-A. I transfered from the secondary school, but was found to be a valuable asset to UA during the previous fight we all had when it came to Overhaul.
I knew of Mirio, and how he lost his quirk due to Overhaul, and how he banks off Eri to reverse that some day. I know Tamaki because of the situation we had back on the way home..
I accidentally ran into him.. something I don't usually do.. but I was so caught up in my own anxiety attack that I created a different one... One that was filled with more embarrassment than necessary.
God I'm an idiot...
I stayed as silent as I could, bathing in my thoughts, like a child in a pool on a hot summer day. Never seeking shade, causing a heat rash that blended with a sunburn.
These thoughts circled like a shark on it's pray. The waves of different thoughts and emotions attached to those thoughts crashed along the shoreline, the frontal lobe of my brain, reminding me of all the things I had once done and once said.
A conversation with myself, as if arguing before an argument took place.. or even 30 minutes after it did.
That's when someone gently placed their hand on my desk, breaking that thought, as if giving me a bridge to a new perspective. A new person to commute with.
"Hey, I haven't seen you since Eri's situation. how's it going?" A cheerful young woman asked, with purple like periwinkle hair.
"Uh-- heh.. yeah, it's been a minute... Huh?" I spoke softly trying to gauge who she was without being rude and asking for her name
"Yeah, so how's life been treating you?" She asked
"..." I paused and tried to gather whether or not she was actually serious about the conversation continuing "uh-- yeah.. it's um... It's good." I said trying to continue the conversation with her. My forehead sweating as my brain tried to scroll through the picture images of people I associated with in the past.
She's not Mirio, obviously.
Not Tamaki... Maybe she's Deku... Wait.. wasn't that the guy with the green hair and freckles? I liked him, he was nice.. focus!
"That's good, life has been rather crazy for me. Mirio and Tamaki are running a little late today. I wonder why." She suggested leaving the conversation open-ended.
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Tamaki Amajiki x Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) (L/n), that was your name. You were filled head to toe with anxiety, and not sure how to control it. Was this a side effect to your quirk? What even is your quirk? Your quirk is a complicated one, for sure. One that has the power to control ot...
