y/n is a 22 year old nurse who works at the hospital and runs into the pro hero, dynamight. she thought it would be the last of seeing him knowing he isn't someone who typically gets himself injured, but what will happen between the two when their p...
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YOU UNDERSTOOD NOW what was happening and that bakugou was having a panic attack. "you're not a failure; you're literally the complete opposite of that!" you say, trying to calm the hero down.
he was breathing hard, and sweat beads were dripping off his face. he was shaking, and his hands were tense, so you grabbed the side of his arms to keep him steady.
it was obvious he was overloaded with stress from work and was carrying guilt on his shoulders this entire time. you knew it wasn't his fault, and it hurt your heart to see him burden himself like this. there's only so much a hero can do before he breaks.
you forced his ruby eyes to look into your e/c ones. "bakugou, listen to me. you're not a failure. none of this was your fault. you're an amazing hero, but please stop carrying the weight of all this on yourself! you're dynamight, and people need you. how can you be a failure?"
comfort wasn't getting him out of his panic attack, but you weren't surprised, considering you were dealing with bakugou, so you decided on a different approach.
you slapped him as hard as you could. (don't try this if someone is actually having a panic attack😭 fanfic logic y'all‼️)
"what the hell?!" he said, panting but seemingly out of his trance.
"i was worried, asshole!" you said, pulling him into a hug.
his body was tense, but he didn't move, and after realizing what position you were in from feeling his hard abs on you, you awkwardly backed away.
when he realized what was going on, he muttered, "fuck," and ran a hand through his hair.
"do you usually have panic attacks?" you say.
"none of your fucking business," he said before walking away to the door.
what a bitch. you went ahead of him and blocked the door. "you're not going anywhere until we sit down and talk like civil human beings."
"you know i could easily pick you up and throw you out of the way, right?" he deadpanned.
you knew he probably could, but no way were you letting him leave after what happened.
"i'm going to tell everyone on the news their beloved hero tried to manhandle me, then!" he rolled his eyes at your response. "and plus, you owe me for saving your life, twice." you smirk.
he didn't say anything but walked away from you and plopped himself back on the couch. "five minutes. five minutes is all you have."
a wide smile spread across your face in victory.
you and the blonde were sitting next to each other now, and you were wondering where to start because your head was filled with so many questions, and there was so little time.
