Vibrations: Common Enemy

"Chapter 21: Momo Supporters Squad"

Just as Twilight Sparkle once said:

                        – "Friendship is Magic".              (don't judge me for watching My Little Pony)

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Momo's hands still shook every now and then, but she was still standing proud. Talking to Todoroki about her anxieties, confessing her attraction to her best friend, telling him the accident that happened to her late cousin. She felt lighter than earlier, but the anxiety was still there.

She and Todoroki walked back down the common room when Iida called everyone for lunch, unknown to Momo's outburst and Kyoka's leave. He asked some uncomfortable questions, thankfully Todoroki had covered her up. Not without a few picture snaps of course.

Todoroki helped Momo to her seat and Momo only sat there quietly, waiting for the food to arrive. While sitting, her thoughts wondered to what Kyoka was doing in the hospital, what the musician was thinking about.

Lunch truly felt like a blur. She wasn't even sure if she had truly eaten, she only knew that she was sitting in the middle of a bustling room, with busy people. Momo felt sick.

She'd felt this feeling before, that was the day of Mayla's funeral. She had felt so sick that day that she had been stuck in her bed for three days because her fever wasn't going down anytime, even when she was consuming the right amounts of medication and rest.

But now she felt really sick. Like the world is spinning kinda sick. She needed a warm hug right about now. She needed someone to wrap their arms around her and tell her that Kyoka was going to be okay. That she won't lose another person she cares deeply again. That Kyoka would come back.

As if reading her thoughts. Uraraka came to her side and gave her a side hug, pulling the taller girl closer to her.

Momo unconsciously leaned all of her weight on Uraraka as she turned her head and buried her face on the girl's brown hair, a choked sob escaping her lips together with a few uneven breathing. She heard shifting and wood surfaces screeching and before she knew it, everyone in Class 1A was joining the group hug, trying their best to comfort the never-ending-anxious Momo Yaoyorozu.

She held on someone's shirt, tightly balling her fist as another wave of nausea hit her. She felt like she was going to pass out at how her heart was currently beating strongly.

"It's alright, Yaomomo..." She heard someone's voice, her mind too clouded to register who it belonged. "We want you to breathe... can you breathe for us..?"

Reluctantly, she lifted her head off of Uraraka's and forcefully closed her eyes to focus on her breathing. She choked for what felt like the hundredth time, but she still focused on her breathing.

"That's good..."

"Can you open your eyes?" She trembled, yet nodded again. She felt like she was about to die at that point. She couldn't think of a word to response, she couldn't think at all except for her own breathing.

Slowly, she opened her eyes like the voice had said. Everything was cold and almost felt empty. No doubt her classmates had backed off and gave her space.

"Can you tell me how many plates are there on the table?" That was a rather unexpected question, but she didn't really question it. Her eyes travelled at the plates on the table and she started counting.

"fourteen..." She said hoarsely, her breathing started to even out.

"That's good. That's good. Now could you tell me what material the plates are made of?" Momo reached her hand on the empty plate in front of her and she brushed her fingers on the edge.

The cool feeling of ceramic crept her skin and grounded her for a moment. "It's made out of ceramic..."

They continued the unusual questions until Momo's tears had stopped streaming, together with her ragged breathing and trembling hands.

Momo looked down when she felt someone squeeze her hand.

"How are you feeling?" Uraraka's voice registered.

She looked up and sighed, "Better..." She said, then turned to the person that had been instructing her what to do, "What was that?" She asked.

Tokoyami crossed his arms and averted eye contact, "You were having an anxiety attack. I simply knew how to handle those things when I too have them."

Momo smiled weakly, "Thank you, Tokoyami..."

"Don't thank me... if it wasn't for Uraraka's attentiveness, we wouldn't have known you were building up to an attack." He bobbed his head towards the blushing girl.

Uraraka rubbed her neck anxiously, "I-I-I mean... Momo looked like she was feeling sick so I simply h-hugged her..." She twiddled with her fingers, "Th-that's what I would want someone to do for me when I feel... a l-little sick..."

"Thank you, Uraraka..." Momo thanked silently, lightly squeezing Uraraka's hand. She turned to her other classmates that held relief expressions, "All of you... thank you..."

Koda clapped in delight, "You're welcome, Yaomomo! Everybody needs a friend here and there!"

Mina nodded beside him, while Toru seem to be punching the air happily.

Iida chopped one last onion, "You are one of the most remarkable people we've ever met. We'll help you without hesitation when needed!"

Ojiro rested his tail on his shoulder, "Honestly, if you would have spoke up, we would have handled it fairly."

"There's no reason for you to hold back, kero!"

Momo's weak smile grew, "Thank you..." She was very grateful to have supportive friends like them. They were almost like family even if they only knew each other for months. She was lucky.

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I'll see you in 24 hours!