The feeling of fear haunted you like a shadow , the agonizing expectation, the opportunity to feel that panic again does not let you forget about it even when everything is fine, it haunts you stepping on your heels and not letting you forget about it. The desire for all this to stop, you cut out everything from your life that could lead to panic , you began to avoid public places, possible triggers, even began to attend training less often, fearing that physical exertion could lead to a breakdown.But even this didn't help.

Thoughts pressed on your temples as if concrete had been poured into your head. The feeling of fear was rapidly growing, ready to engulf you completely. Your breathing became fast, but it felt like you weren't getting oxygen, like your chest was strangled, unable to take a breath, and the hands on your neck were like a vise ready to break your neck in half. Your mouth went dry, instinctively grabbing the edge of the bench, digging your fingers in until knuckles turned white. Your heart was pounding wildly in your ears, drowning out any sounds from outside, presenting you completely to your thoughts full of fear and anxiety.Droplets of salty sweat roll off your forehead when you try to breathe again. you try to take control of yourself, but you make it worse by concentrating on panic, another awareness of your helplessness is like a punch in the gut knocking out all those little remnants of oxygen that you had. Your brain is screaming at you to save yourself, but you can just sit here feeling that your body is not listening to you.

Izuku noticed that you were just sitting and staring at one point for two minutes now, analyzing your condition, he was very observant and was able to notice your strange behavior.Suspecting what was going on, he came up to you muttering something under his breath before sitting down next to you and wordlessly squeezing your wet hand in his. He'll just sit here as long as it takes so you know you're not alone.