"Stress" A Sugawara Central Fic

| 01 | What's Happening to Me?

TW: Panic Attack, Mentions of vomiting -- Marked by ** 

It was as if the entire world was against him. The thoughts that swirled around his brain made him want to vomit and tear his skin off. He sat in the middle of his English class. He couldn't focus and every word the teacher spoke was foggy. It came in waves, dizziness that had him gripping the edge of his desk with both hands, attempting to pull himself back to where he should be. 

He was the last one out of the classroom, unable to register that the bell had rung. He slowly stood aware of every muscle pulling, flexing, and moving. He was in his head, he knew that, but he didn't know how to get out. He walked out in the hallway taking deep breaths to keep the panic from rising as he made his way to the gender-neutral bathroom on the more deserted side of the school. 

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He felt his breakfast rushing up his throat and slammed the door shut the lock sliding into place with a click. He dashed to the toilet, landing on his knees as his stomach forced its contents up his throat. The faint splash was no comfort to him. A broken sob left his aching throat as he dry heaved over and over again. 

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He didn't know what he was panicking about, he just knew that it was bad, that it seemed like the world was too big and everything was towering over him somehow. Was that even possible? It couldn't be he was one of the taller on the volleyball team, so why did it feel like suddenly he was tiny? Like he was barely even a foot? He pulled out his phone with shaky hands, sending a quick text to his boyfriend. He knew the other would know what to do, would help him through whatever was going on, but . . . should he burden the other like that? He didn't know anymore, everything was too big, and he was ever impossibly small. More sobs left his throat, tears pouring down his face like a summer downpour. 

His knees are curled to his chest, and his breath comes in short, sharp breaths, he tries to focus, ground himself, and calm down, but he can't. He can't. Then he hears the sharp rap on the door. 

It's da-daddy, daddy? What? No, no, it's Daichi, why oh why would he ever be daddy? 

"Suga, baby, can you hear me?" Daichi asks, knocking at the door again. Suga nods, forgetting the other can't see him, and forces himself up on wobbly legs. (When did that happen?) He stumbles over to the door, using the wall as support to unlock it, and falls back onto his bottom as the other walks in. Daichi closes and locks the door behind himself. He feels his heart shatter into millions of pieces as his eyes land on his baby, his boyfriend, his world. The other's eyes are rimmed red, skin pale, a sheen of sweat covering his face, and a look of pure panic drawn onto his features. He slowly kneels before the other, reaching out a hand to him. Suga's hand slowly slips into his own and Daichi offers a gentle smile. 

"Deep breaths, sugar, I'm here, I've got you," Daichi murmurs, watching as the other nods and attempts to slow his breathing. 

He manages to return his breathing to normal after a bit, still shaky on his feet as his boyfriend pulls him into his lap, cradling the other in a way that satisfies the itch at the back of his brain. Suga leans into the other's embrace, head resting against his boyfriend's collarbone. His hand rises to slip his thumb into his mouth, he's too tired to wonder what that's about and allows his mind to give into the haze that covers his brain.