just a bunch of panic/anxiety attacks

Ive got you.

characters: izuku, katsuki
desc: katsuki needs his bestfriend
tw: panic attack

Izuku's POV

I was just doing the project for Aizawa when i heard a rather loud knock on my door. Before i could even acknowledge it i heard a voice followed by more knocking.

"Izuku let me in."

I got up and opened my door, not expecting to see my best friend pale and panting. I pulled him inside.

"Kacchan? Kacchan! Hey hey, what's wrong- what's going on?"
 
No response.

Katsuki's POV

I really don't know what triggered it. I mean, i don't normally have panic attacks.

I was just in the kitchen with Kirishima when he lifted his hand to get the spatula around me. But for some reason, i thought that had was going to smack me. So when i flinched rather hard and then froze, i knew something- he knew something was up.

"Bakubro..? You alright? I wasn't going to to anything man i was just getting the spatula."

I tried to speak but nothing came out. I could practically feel the breath leaving me and how tears slowly entered my eyes and i ran. I mean i don't run, but i ran.

So now im infront of Izuku's dorm, banging on it for him to let me in, just looking for any sort of relief.

"Izuku, let me in."

I heard the door open and i stormed in, feeling hands around me. I practically collapsed.

"Kacchan! Kacchan- are you okay? What's going on? What happened?"

He kept asking me over and over what happened, but i just couldn't speak. I felt so weak, like i couldn't do anything right. I was so pissed at myself for being so weak.

For a moment my ears rung, only being able to see the way he guided my body to the floor and held me quickly. His tight hold brought me back.

"Kacchan? Kaccha- Katsuki."

The mention of my first name caught my attention and i immediately looked at him, tears on my face.

"Breathe, you're okay, come on."

He turned me around to face him and put me in his lap, using pressure as a way to distract me from everything.

"In, and out. You're okay,  i've got you."

After what felt like hours of that i finally calmed down and he immediately pushed me off his lap. He knew i didn't like that and only to do it if i was freaking out. I sighed and wiped my face.

"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You just had a bad panic attack Kacchan, i don't think your fine."
"Then why'd you ask."

A sigh.

"You can stay in here and sleep if you'd like, they're having a movie marathon in a couple minutes and the loud noise is probably going to set you off."
"I'm not weak."
"Never said you were. But you just got over a pretty bad panic attack and i don't want to risk anything."
"Fine. I'll stay."

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