#faulty writes: eijirou kirishima: 24

[faulty-writes]

i hopethis isnt too much of me 2 ask, u can ignore this request if it’s something ur not comfy with it🐥 but i been struggling w anxiety/panic attacks for a while, & they happen suddenly & randomly where I feel like I can’t breath & the world is spinning around me & I practically go unresponsive/numb for a short while. can u possibly write headcanons of bakugo, kirishima, & denki helping y/n thru a panic attack that happens suddenly?? like randomly happens during lunch, or class, or when everyone is hanging out in the dorm building?

It's fine, I enjoy a good comfort piece. I have social anxiety, so I understand how much it can suck. Although who wants to be around people, right? Hah. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this piece.

"Eh, what the hell's the matter with you!?" Katsuki demanded, although he realized something was wrong because of your sudden change in breathing, and the pale look on your skin. Your eyes were wide like you were anticipating something horrible to happen. "Shit…" you were having a panic attack.

"Damn it," part of him was angry you were having a panic attack during a training exercise, but he knew he needed to take care of you. "Just continue the damn training exercise. I'll handle this dumbass," he instructed your fellow teammates. Despite his otherwise arrogant attitude, he was willing to focus on helping you rather than win the training round.

While he wasn't the best at it, he still attempted to try and provide you with words of encouragement and comfort. "It's…gonna be fine," he hissed through his teeth. "Just…I don't know, focus on breathing or something, it'll be fine," although, in the back of his head, he knew it wouldn't.

When he realized his words weren't all that comforting, he tried to help you with your anxiety by distracting you. "Come on, just talk about anything dumbass!" He snapped before sighing; he knew his yelling wouldn't help. "Or…count your breaths or something…" he muttered.

He was somewhat grateful that you didn't want to talk about your feelings, or what may have triggered your anxiety, but even if he pressed for it, he knew he needed to respect your boundaries. In the meantime, he'd keep focusing on providing you with whatever support he could now.

The training session was nearly over by the time your panic attack subsided, which somewhat angered him. He didn't get a chance to win or show how superior he was compared to the extras. But regardless, he made sure you were okay and offered to take you back to the rest of your classmates and the teachers.

"Hm? Something wrong, Y/n?" Eijirou asked, noticing that you had a distressed look on your face during lunch. His natural caring attitude and empathy made it easier for him to sense you were a little nervous, maybe even panicking over something, and well, he couldn't have that.

"Awe, don't think of it as such a big deal! I'm sure you'll feel better out here." When he realized you were having a panic attack, he gently guided you out of the cafeteria and into the nearest hallway. "It's nice and quiet, right? Why don't you sit down? Just concentrate on your breathing, okay?" he instructed.

When you began breathing as he suggested, he sat down next to you and wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders. "There you go, good job! Just keep breathing, okay?" He kept a calm demeanor and made sure his voice was sweet to not keep triggering your anxiety.

"There's nothing wrong with feeling overwhelmed you know," he said, trying to be supportive of your feelings during your panic attack. "It's not easy being a hero in training, but don't worry because I'll always be here to support you no matter what!" He promised, flashing you a bright smile.

"Why don't you try grounding yourself?" He suggested keeping his arm wrapped around you and taking comfort in your subtle, deep breathing. "Like feeling the smooth tile under you or maybe listening to the quiet? That helps, right?" Truthfully, he was just trying to distract your attention away from your panic attack.

When the panic finally faded, Eijirou embraced you in a hug, letting you bury your face into his chest. "Hey, it's okay," he said, gently stroking your hair. "I think you're super strong for going through this, and the way you handled it was super manly," he said, even though 'super manly' might not be the best compliment.

Kaminari was a bit slow when it came to realizing that you were having a panic attack, despite hearing your rapid breathing and seeing the trembles that coursed through your body during class. He even looked around to see if anyone else was displaying the same symptoms as you.

"Uh, Mr. Aizawa!" He called after rushing over to your desk and leaning a little too close for your liking. He blinked, now realizing the panicked expression that was across your face. "I think Y/n needs to see Recovery Girl," he stated and offered to guide you there given your currently frightened state.

"Are you okay?" He asked once the two of you were in the hallway. "If you're not, that's fine. Uh, anything you wanna talk about?" He was worried about you, but if something was wrong, he wanted to know because he wouldn't judge you.

As your panic attack continued, Kaminari remained by your side even if he knew he was technically supposed to be taking you to Recovery Girl and that Mr. Aizawa would be mad when he arrived back to class late. But all he knew was that you needed him right now and couldn't just abandon someone in need.

"Are you ready to go back to class?" He asked when he was sort of certain that your panic attack was through. "I mean, heh, Aizawa might ask some questions but don't worry I can totally handle him!" He assured you, and although you felt a little silly you appreciated him taking the blame.

After he learned that you suffer from anxiety and panic attacks were a frequent occurrence, he made sure to check in with you daily and even offered to help you come up with some techniques that might lessen your future panic attacks.