A Messy Mind (MHA x Reader)

A Sea of faces but none I recognize...

Tw: panic attack 👍(later in chapter)

I woke up to a fuzzy tail swinging in my face, but when I actually didn't get up, that tail turned from a paw, to a claw, and then to a tongue: "I'M UP, I'M UP! Ugh, gross, Mage, you know that doesn't wash out" (if u get that reference, ily)

I saw a text on my phone from Bakugo about training together sometime. I didn't really read it. It's too early for thoughts, so I sent a quick thumbs up and checked the time.

It read, 7:50 school starts at 8 "shit!" I quickly got dressed, brushed my teeth, and grabbed a piece of toast. I threw it to the ground as I was running, and Mage snapped it up. If that toast was for me, I would be on my way to being the main character, but alas, 'twas not to be. Mage finished chewing, grabbed me with her tail, and placed me on her back, then we took off.

It was 7:59 when we got there, and normally I would have been able to make it; however, it seemed I had more to worry about than being late. I looked up from my phone and was met with many unknown faces shoving microphones and cameras closer than I appreciated.

They asked questions about all Might or something I wasn't really listing; I just stuck my middle finger up and kept it there so any camera footage of me would be unusable, and I did my best to push the plethora of reporters away from me.

Unfortunately, those little shits were persistent, and it seemed having Mage with me brought quite a bit of attention to me and her. While at first my attempts to keep them away seemed to be working, eventually they got used to it, and it seemed my efforts were now in vain. Having that much attention may be a dream come true for some, but it was a nightmare turned reality for me. I could feel my vision growing hazy, my heartbeat thumbing loudly against my chest like a hammer to a nail, my breathing became forced and ragged, and my ears begun to ring. The constant loud noise and bumping hands and bodies didn't help either. I felt a sharp pain in my arm, like a needle. I just assumed it was a wasp or something. But after being stung or whatever, it seemed like all my previous symptoms tripled, and I felt myself growing weak.

My nails dug into my palms in a desperate attempt to calm down, but to no avail. My senses were being overloaded; I wasn't even sure which direction I was heading. I was able to get control of my breathing to prevent tears, and my vision somewhat cleared.

I looked around frantically to find Mage; she was my rock, my protector, but amongst the many faces I saw, hers wasn't there. "Fuck."

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I wasn't unfamiliar with panic/anxiety attacks and whatnot; however, this is my first time to have one so publicly, without Mage at that.

The first one I can remember was when I was four or five. It was my first day at kindergarten, or my first morning, I should say from what I remember, I was terrified and sick to my stomach. My mother's face was blurry through my teary eyes, and I begged her to let me stay home. I clutched her leg like it was the last drop of water in a desert. My fear was so strong that my child grip rivalled that of a bear.

Eventually I was pried off my mother's leg with the help of another adult. My mind swirled, but Mage was there. She guided me through my first day. I didn't love it, but I survived with no other major hiccups.

Whenever I was scared, she was there. If I was angry, she was there, and I was there for her. But this time, in the sea of people, for the first time in my life, she was not there. It was just me and an army of annoying reporters.

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I didn't actually black out, although it certainly felt like I did. I stared at the ground, my feet moving one after the other, the familiar pattern soothing me somewhat. I was being pulled somewhere by someone or something. I was unable to look up and didn't have the energy to argue about where I and whatever was pulling me were going. The only clear thought in my head was 'Where was Mage?'