11
The next couple days were dull, though one day Miyo and Izuku had arrived at school to see the press surrounding the entrance. They pushed past the horde of people, though the action only resulted in cameras and microphones being pushed into their faces.
"What are All Might's lessons like?" One woman asked Izuku, while Miyo was preoccupied with her own set of interrogators.
"How does it feel, seeing All Might every day?!"
"Have you trained with him?"
"What does he do during classes?!"
Miyo could feel her chest start to constrict, anxiety pooling up with every word spoken. "Please- I just- I need to get to class-"
The press didn't relent until Izuku grabbed her hand and pulled her ahead while Aizawa shooed the crowd away.
"Hana- I'm going to need you to look at me-" Izuku said, standing in front of Miyo and helping her sit on the ground. Her legs felt like gelatin- wobbly and unstable.
Involuntarily, her gaze began to shift to the crowd of people outside the gates, and she felt her breath intake speed up. Her vision felt blurry, and the amount of people around her increased in quantity and size. They were looming over her, judging her every move and preparing to bombard her with questions.
She froze up for at least five minutes, staring blankly into the distance as Izuku placed his hand on her head, right in the middle of her flowers. He ran his fingers through her hair, whispering encouraging words to her. "Breathe, Hana. You're safe, they can't get you. We're inside the school walls."
He made it sound so easy, so why was every breath catching in her throat? Her eyes burned, but she refused to let a single tear spill over. She was already so vulnerable, crying would just make that worse.
She let out a startled cry as an explosion rang out behind her, hands flying to her ears. Miyo could tell she was shaking, and all attempts at holding back tears were foiled.
Vaguely, she could hear Izuku shouting at someone. His tone was angry, and Miyo knew that someone had pissed him off. She felt slightly bad for whoever had to take the brunt of his anger, as her brother was terrifying when he was angry.
"Can't you see that she's having a panic attack?!" He shouted, one hand still gripping hers. Another explosion rang out and Miyo flinched again, clenching Izuku's hand so tight she was sure he would lose circulation for a moment.
After a second, Miyo realized it was Katsuki that kept startling her. It was Katsuki that Izuku was yelling at. A surge of pride welled up in her, despite her broken trains of thought and panicked state.
She began to calm down as Izuku held her in his arms, and when she opened her eyes again she noticed that she was in the classroom. When had they moved?
Class was still going on, and Aizawa was evidently trying to draw attention away from the two in the corner. How long had she been freaking out? How long ago was it that Katsuki had set off those explosions? Her internal clock was jumbled, but at least her brain was untangling from her panicked thoughts.
"Breathe in...out. In..out. Keep doing that." Izuku said, placing his hands on each side of her face to make their gazes meet.
As her breathing became stable, she was able to take in her surroundings. Her classmates weren't facing her directly, but she saw their eyes flit over every now and then.
This was just perfect. In her second week of school, Miyo had a panic attack in front of her classmates.
"We'll be choosing our class presidents now. Vote for your chosen candidate and get it over with."
