Silence Destroyed (MHA)

Chapter 33- All For One

If there was one thing Naoko desperately hoped that she never had to feel again, it was the gas ball's quirk. A.K.A, a claustrophobic person's nightmare. 

Just like at the USJ, she was sucked into the void of purple, and a feeling of isolation pressed in on her. If she were anyone else, this probably wouldn't be an issue, but to Naoko, it didn't matter that she was in the void for literally less than a second. It triggered her.

The way the darkness pressed in on her... It was oppressing, terrifying, and worst of all? Completely unexpected.

One moment she'd been lipping off to Crusty McFuck, just getting into the argument, and the next she had been grabbed by the hair and tossed unceremoniously at the gas ball, who expanded into a pit of everything terrible that Naoko stumbled through without having time to stop herself.

Her brain felt frozen. Should she give in to the pressure she'd been feeling for the past many hours and actually have that panic attack? Or should she keep compressing everything?

Don't get her wrong, a panic attack was definitely coming, the question was when.

At this point, she was basically a grenade with the pin half out. It was irritating to the extreme, but there wasn't anything Naoko could do at this point.

She was already out of the quirk and in a dark warehouse before the panic that had overwhelmed her at the USJ could completely set in. Her shivering form collapsed as soon as the sensation left her and immediately her knees began to sting at the harsh connection with the ground.

It took several seconds before her brain was able to catch up with the situation enough to notice where she had been pulled off to... Yes, this was a warehouse, but it was far from the abandoned ones you saw depicted in all the crime shows.

There were rows and rows of hunched over creatures and glowing capsules that held even more of the things.

Sure, it was dark. It was dark enough to be well past the 'creepy' threshold, but it wasn't dark enough to hide the monsters, lined up neatly and completely despondent.

Naoko's breath hitched in her throat as she stared, wide-eyed, at the nomus, flashbacks of the USJ running through her mind. The beaks that could take off an arm without much effort, the exposed brain and bulbous black eyes that looked soulless even from where Naoko knelt... 

The pitch-black skin that Naoko could practically see grabbing Aizawa's body as her teacher was slammed into the unforgiving ground.

Shit.

Fuck.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Sure, Naoko knew that Nomus had been involved in the attack at Hosu, but she hadn't seen one. She learned about it later and had a mini panic attack over that, knowing that she had come so close to encountering one again was enough to do it.

She could still feel her power rushing through the thing's limbs, desperately trying to melt it quickly enough to save her teacher, not wanting to be the cause of any more death.

If a panic attack wasn't on the menu before, it definitely was now.

Naoko's eyes remained trained on the Nomu closest to her, her breath alternating between catching in her throat for worrying periods of time and going so quick she would probably pass out soon. 

This amount of stress couldn't be healthy for her. She just wanted to go home. SHe wanted to curl up with Hasame and Rei and tell them about this, using them as shields from all the bad shit that had been happening recently.