(A/N) Hello! Trigger Warning for a panic attack. ~~~~ marks where it begins and ends. Your health is important!
Their teacher entered, and the class shut up immediately. "Today you'll be choosing a class president, I don't care how." With that, he zipped himself into his sleeping bag.
The class erupted into chaos. "Quiet down!" Iida, someone she knew only distantly on account of his family being full of superheroes, spoke loudly, hands swinging. "We must be orderly!"
"We should have a vote," Momo suggested quickly. "If that doesn't work we can try something else."
"A very good idea Yaoyorozu!" Iida declared, arms chopping again.
Momo pulled up her shirt enough to pull a pad of sticky notes out of her abdomen. Paper was easy to make, she made a lot of it when she was bored, trying to have it come out in little origami animals. "Everyone should write their votes on here, then place them on Iida-san's desk."
She quickly passed out a sticky note to everyone, then sat down with her own, tucking the remaining sticky notes into her backpack. She'd add them to the ones she already had at home. Or give them to a classmate.
She carefully printed 'Iida' in her own neat handwriting, folding it in half and placing it on Iida's desk. He would make a good class president, he was good at leading and corralling the class.
When everyone's sticky note had ended up on the desk, Iida quickly counted up the votes. "Yaoyorozu, it appears that you have won. Congratulations."
"Who's the vice president," Momo asked, wanting to know who she'd be working with. Hopefully they were a bit louder than she was.
"I am," Iida said, bowing to her. "I hope to serve you well!"
Iida was good, she could work with him. He was loud and forceful, just what she needed to back her up. Because clearly, she had the sole brain cell in the class. Although she suspected that the explosive blond's new friend group also possessed one, although they didn't use it much.
Momo bowed back to him. "I hope to be a good class representative and president."
Hagakure gave her a thumbs up, the lacy gloves she'd taken to wearing letting Momo know what her hands were doing.
Shinso blinked tiredly at her, and Momo smiled encouragingly. He'd been looking worse over the last few days, even if the thick foundation seemed to be doing it's job. Momo could barely tell he had a scar or injury there. Although it was mostly because she knew it was there already and knew what to look for.
Ojiro gave her a thumbs up as well, tail tip flicking encouragingly. Or Momo interpreted it as encouragingly.
Well that somewhat answered who had voted for her. Despite the books on poison, acid, and explosive materials on her desk.
All was peaceful until lunch. She had sat with Shinso, Hagakure, and Ojiro as usual, but then somehow, intruder alert alarms started going off. Shinso startled badly, freezing and staring off into nowhere. Momo jumped up onto the table, remembering the formula for a sparkler. She threw it up into the air, making an impressive boom. Her stomach rumbled at her in protest.
The entire student body turned to look in her direction. She summoned a megaphone, wincing at the stronger pang of hunger. "Calm down! It will only make things worse if you panic. The teachers are taking care of it, but if you stampede, you could prevent them from doing their job. Quiet down and sit down, the cafeteria is deep in the school and will not be breached."
The student body paused, and a blond boy she didn't recognize stood up on a different table. "The lady is correct!" He shouted, having a much louder voice then her, his voice carried over the student body. "The teachers would fight to their last breaths to defend us! Sit down and wait for news!"
The students seemed reassured by his insistence, and mostly started going to sit down again.
The boy hopped off the table, walking over to where Momo was also getting off her table. "I thank you for giving me that opening! I unfortunately do not have a quirk flashy enough to turn attention to me!"
Momo inclined her head. "Of course, and I return the thanks for getting them to sit down and properly calm down." She could hear Hagakure trying to calm down Shinso behind her, and carefully positioned herself to block the view of her friend. "I am Momo Yaoyorozu, I'm the class president for class 1A."
"Mirio Togata," he returned, smiling widely. "One of the big three."
Ah, Momo recognized him now, the Big Three were somewhat famous for their skill with their quirks. They would likely quickly reach the top ten once they graduated.
"I won't keep you any longer," Togata said quickly, still grinning. "I'm sure you wish to get back to your food!"
Momo smiled back. "I'm sure you do as well. Perhaps we will see each other around."
He grinned wider, however that was possible, and wandered back to the other two members of the Big Three.
Momo quickly sat down, looking at Shinso worriedly. His breathing was sharp and shallow, and she could see his hands quivering. Hagakure seemed to be trying to talk him through it, but wasn't having much success.
Momo quickly ran all of the information she had collected about panic attacks and working through them. She moved to swap seats with Hagakure, who thankfully didn't protest.
"Shinso, Shinso can you hear me?" Momo asked quietly.
A short jerky nod was her reply.
"Can you count with me?" She continued, not touching him, but leaving the offer open. "3,6,9,12,15,18,21," counting by threes, complicated enough to force the person to think about it, and repetitive enough to calm them.
He started counting with her after a moment, and his hands stopped quivering. Momo filed the strategy away under her panic folder. What she would fall back on in a panic. It worked, so she would use it again.
A moment longer, and he was properly coherent, scooting away from Momo. She was mildly hurt, but understood.
"Sorry," he murmured under his breath.
"You're my friend, it was no big deal," Momo reassured him. If this was going to be a common occurrence, she made a mental note to bring more snacks to school.
Shinso reached to pick up his chopsticks, and Momo caught sight of his wrists, which were far too skinny to be any good. She made another mental note to bring twice as many snacks and make sure Shinso ate them. She'd probably better bring snacks for Hagakure and Ojiro too, to make sure they weren't left out.
Satisfied with that plan, Momo started thinking about the construction of a somewhat large purse she could use to contain the snacks. Probably should do both sugary and somewhat healthy, sugary to bring up glucose levels, and the more healthy to properly fill them up. She'd get right on making a list once she got home. And probably on the car ride over. She could order the snacks when she got home, and locate a bag to hold them in, and- she stopped her train of thought there, noting that the lunchroom was starting to empty. She quickly finished the rest of her food, ignoring her hunger, and walked with her friends to class.
Hero training was that day, and Momo had set herself to try creating the destructive substances. She was working with Mina, who was helping her throw the stuff as it came from her skin.
She was still hungry and starting to get light-headed, but she ignored it. She was fine. She had to practice these substances, had to get them perfect. Had to make sure she could make them at a moment's notice.
Next thing she knew, her vision went black.
Hitoshi was being taught some holds and throws by Eraserhead in the opposite corner of Yaoyorozu. He had been somewhat startled that Aizawa would even want to try and train with him, a kid who couldn't even use his quirk, but he wasn't going to, well, couldn't question it while he was being thrown around and occasionally attempting to throw Aizawa, which always failed due to his lack of strength.
Aizawa seemed to be getting a bit frustrated when Hitoshi failed yet again to throw him.
From across the gym, they heard someone scream.
Aizawa stopped Hitoshi's next effort immediately, looking over. Hitoshi glanced over too, finding the pink-skinned girl, Ashido, was it? Was the one who had screamed, and was currently holding an unconscious Yaoyorozu.
Hitoshi followed Aizawa across the room, itching to run across to check on Yaoyorozu. Was she hurt? She wouldn't be dead, right?
Aizawa crouched next to where Ashido had laid her on the ground. He checked for a pulse, then sighed. "She's just unconscious. I suspect she overused her quirk." He looked up. "Ashido, Shinso, take her to the nurse's office, then Ashido, come back, and Shinso, come back when she is awake. Shinso, I'd like to talk to you later."
Hitoshi nodded quickly, glad to be able to stay with Yaoyorozu until she woke up. Ashido managed to get Yaoyorozu upright, and Hitoshi got the other arm over his shoulders.
The trip to the nurse's office was long, and Hitoshi's legs were aching somewhat from the strain of holding up Yaoyorozu, even if the burden was shared with Ashido.
Recovery Girl directed them to set her on a bed, and Ashido quickly left.
"What happened?" Recovery Girl asked briskly, checking Yaoyorozu's vitals.
"Aizawa-sensei thinks she overused her quirk," Hitoshi muttered, twisting his hands. It was better than picking at his scar, which was what he wanted to do.
Recovery Girl made an affirmation noise, moving away to rifle through cabinets. "She should wake up in another moment or two, and be ready to go back to class soon after that. But she can't use her quirk for the rest of the day."
True to Recovery Girl's word, Yaoyorozu woke up in a couple of minutes, disoriented, but unharmed.
"Wh-what happened?" Yaoyorozu asked, holding a hand to her head.
Hitoshi was relieved she was alright, and really hoped this didn't happen again, it was stressful.
"You passed out from lack of glucose and fats," Recovery Girl said briskly, passing over a glass of light pink colored drink. "Drink this and you'll be well on your way." She handed over a packet, which Yaoyorozu stared at for a moment.
"It's a drink mix, specifically for people with high-calorie requirements. It contains many electrolytes and stuff you need." She sounded quite accusatory. "Start bringing snacks young lady, and eat more at meals. With the onslaught of training you've been doing, you've been burning more calories than you're eating. With your food-based quirk, you can not keep this up, child."
Hitoshi watched the amusement and resignation cross Yaoyorozu's face in turn. "I'll be sure to carry around snacks from now on," she assured the elderly nurse.
Recovery Girl nodded, handing Yaoyorozu a packet of gummies. "Eat these as well. Now get back to class you two."
Yaoyorozu nodded, standing up, only to stumble.
Hitoshi made an aborted lunge to help.
Yaoyorozu smiled thankfully at him, which he didn't quite understand, she had caught herself after all. "Perhaps I'm not quite ready to walk on my own."
Hitoshi blinked at her for a moment. Why was she admitting weakness? Was he supposed to do something here?
"She's asking if you wouldn't mind helping, kid," Recovery Girl said, pushing him gently. "Just loop her arm around your shoulders."
Hitoshi did as ordered, wrapping his arm around her waist in an attempt to help support her better.
"Thanks, Shinso," she said, tucking the gummies handed to her into a pocket.
Hitoshi nodded stiffly. What else could he do?
(A/N) A bit long but I'm sure you don't mind. And here is a random Mirio to say hello. For the record, he showed up and said hi, not giving me a choice in the matter. Silly Momo, collapsing like that. Oh well, Aizawa talk next time.