Treacherous Doctor

Authors note: Supppp. Song two down like a shit tone more to go lol. To me, it would make sense that after the amount of shit Bakugo has had to deal with when it comes to handcuffs and shit that he would have some form of PTSD. And who doesn't love a good ol' panic attack fic! but ya TW for panic attacks just to be on the safe side lol. I didn't think I'm going to be posting next week because I wanna spend time with my family for the holidays and shit so ya. Lemme know if there is grammar/spelling shit I need to fix. Have fun reading lol.

Oh, I've fucking got this! Bakugo thought. No, he very much did not got this.

"We will split the class in half. The first half will be acting as heroes who must find the other half who will be acting as the victims," Aizawa explained the exercise 1-A was about to partake in. Bakugo knew he would be good at this.

I'll find all you damn extras he thought with a smirk

"Oh and the victims will have their hands restrained," added Aizawa.

...Say what now?

Bakugo didn't know why, but the mention of restraints set him on edge. He brushed it off quickly and listened to Aizawa continue to explain the rules of the exercise and break the class in half. Bakugo ended up as a victim.

Bakugo watched as one by one his classmates had restraints placed in their wrists and sent off to hide. He couldn't shake that feeling of unrest nagging at him at the thought of having his movements restricted. He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of his unease but it just wouldn't leave.

The fuck is this bullshit? Bakugo asked himself why the hell can't I deal with some stupid handcuffs?

The mere word "handcuffs" sent a strange jolt of anxiety through Bakugo. He didn't like this...

His hands began to slightly sweet and he tapped his foot against the floor, impatiently. He just couldn't get the thought of handcuffs wrapped around his wrists out of his head. It was as if he could feel the cold metal biting into his wrists, getting tighter and tighter holding his hands completely still.

This...this is not good. Bakugo thought. He suddenly felt extremely hot.

Bakugo ran a sweaty hand through his hair and tapped his foot faster. He heard the horrible grinding sound of the cuffs being locked and shivered. He was running out of time before it was his turn to be traped by the cuffs and, frankly, he didn't know if he could stand it. Something about is just ma...fuck he was out of time.

Aizawa stood in front of him, brandishing the handcuffs with a blank expression. Bakugo took one look at them approaching his hands and snaped.

It was almost as if he had been transported to another world. One minute he was standing in front of Aziawa, the next he was tied down to a chair and just bearly able to make out the sounds of the League Of Villains laughing all around him.

He blinked again and he was back standing by Aizawa.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

"Bakugo, give me your hands," Aizawa deadpanned, ripping Bakugo from his stream of confused and panicky thoughts.

He reached out his hands to Aizawa but as soon as he felt the metal brush his skin, Bakugo was pulled away from reality.

This time he could feel a cold slimy substance all over him. Pinning his arms to his sides, holding his violently kicking legs still, immobilizing him completely. He could feel the slim make it was into his mouth and down his throat, restricting his breathing.

And just like that, it was over. He was standing in front of Aizawa again. He was shaking now and taking deep, uneven breaths. He couldn't think straight.

He focused as hard as he could on keeping his face completely blank. He couldn't let anyone see just how much these goddamn handcuffs were getting to him. He hadn't realized he had pulled his hands away from Aizawa and he reluctantly reached them out in his direction again. This time, the cuffs didn't even have to touch Bakugo for him to be ripped away from reality.

He was back in the hold of the slime villain, with all that gross shit snaking down his throat. Through desperate gasps and coughs, Bakugo tried his best to get some air into his lungs. He tried and tried, struggled, and screamed, but it was no use. Then, bam! Right back to reality, the only difference this time though, he was still struggling to breathe.

"Bakugo, what are you doing?" Aizawa asked. Not like Bakugo could hear him though.

There was a burning pain starting to form in his chest and it sure as hell wasn't helping his gasping.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, gotta keep it cool, can't let them see this, can't let them damn extra's think I'm weak. Bakugo thought desperately. his hands were shaking and bouncing across his sides.

Everything in his brain was screaming, danger, danger, danger. He had to get away, away to where? Bakugo had no damn clue, all he knew was he just had to get the fuck away.

His mind was playing tricks on him again. It felt almost as if he was switching from reality to this panic hellscape his mind had made. One second, in reality, one second in that confusing nightmare. He was losing sight again.

I'll give you your eyes back now, his brain taunted him as his breathing only got worse and his thoughts more chaotic.

Away, run, run, can't breathe, danger, fuck, shit, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuk...

Finally, he gave into his panicked thoughts, turned on his heel, and fucking ran.

"Bakugo, where the hell are you going?' Aizawa yelled after him. Bakugo kept on running.

He was tripping over himself and gasping when he barreled through a door at random. He was quickly able to survey the room as the locker room before he collapsed against the wall and slid down it to the floor.

Bearly able to breathe, shaking violently, and with his head in his hands, Bakugo tried to figure out just what the hell was even happening. His mind was running far too fast for any real thoughts, though.

All he could do was sit on the floor and hope he didn't hyperventilate as he jumped from reality to being back in the grip of the slime villain and tied to a chair by the League Of Villains.

Bakugo had no clue how long he sat on the floor, shaking and gasping, until

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A strangled yelp of surprise ripped its way from Bakugo's through as he registered the loud knock that had just sounded on the door.

Nopenopenopenopenope, he thought, no one can see this, no one can see me like this.

"Bakugo...?"

He couldn't even register who the person speaking even was but all he knew is that he needed them to fuck off.

The door was cracked open a bit and Bakugo heard someone slip inside the room.

No no no, they can't see me like this, they're gonna think I'm weak...

Through unfocused eyes, Bakugo was able to catch a shock of red hair on the person in the room with him.

"Hey, Bakugo, are...are you ok?"

That...that was Kirishima wasn't it? Well ok, I guess he's not the worst person to see this Bakugo thought hesitantly.

Bakugo slowly looked up to Kirishima and saw him standing over him. against his will, he slammed himself back against the wall.

Too close too, back away, no no no he panicked.

Kirishima, upon seeing Bakugo jerk away from him, backed away.

"S-sorry," Kirishima exclaimed, "Hey dude, what's wrong?"

Bakugo continued to stare at him and gasped for breath.

"Hey..." Kirishima dropped to the floor and slowly made his way towards Bakugo. This time, he didn't jerk away.

He's gonna think I'm weak, he needs to fuck off and leave...but wait... what if he won't? Bakugo thought back a week, to that night after Camino ward, how he had completely broken down in front of Kirishima, he never made fun of him for acting like a little baby that night, all he did was hold him as he sobbed and comforted him.

Maybe he could help...he did trust Kirishima after all...

Bakugo allowed Kirishima to slowly make his way towards him and, when he was close enough, Bakugo allowed Kirishima to hold him in his arms.

The feeling of arms around him was comforting. It grounded him to reality and kept him away from that horrible nightmare place. It gave him a chance to focus on slowing down his breathing.

After his breathing had slowed down and he was no longer jumping from reality to nightmares, Bakugo pulled slightly away from Kirishima.

"Can you tell me what up?" Kirishima asked quietly.

"I-" Bakugo started, shakily, "Handcuffs...freaking out...the...the League...slime villain...god, couldn't breathe...I- Bakugo dropped his head in his hands.

"Don't worry," Kirishima said sweetly and Bakugo could feel his hand on his back.

"Fuck, lost my words again," Bakugo gave a dry laugh, "It doesn't matter, you wouldn't understand anyway,"

"It's ok I don't need to understand, I just need to know that you ok," Kirishima whispered. Bakugo looked up at him in shock.

"Well...I guess I'm better now," he answered hesitantly.

"It was the handcuffs, wasn't it?' Kirishima asked.

"Yeah..." Bakugo muttered. Kirishima nodded at him.

After a moment of silence, Bakugo blurted out, "you probably think I'm a complete weakling now, huh?" Kirishima looked at him with wide eyes.

"I don't think you're weak at all," he said in shock, "I think you have restraint trama."

"...The fuck?" Bakugo asked.

"You've had a shit tone of bad experiences with restraints, it would make sense that they would make you panic," Kirishima explained.

"I-I don't understand," Bakugo shook his head.

"It's like some form of PTSD...I think we should talk to Aizawa about this, later though, let's wait a bit for you to completely calm down first," Kirishima murmured, "Do you want me to leave and give you a minute alone?"

"NO," Bakugo exclaimed, much to his shock, "don't fuckin move," Bakugo muttered. Why the hell was he blushing? Why the hell was his heart beating so damn fast? It was just Kirishima after all...

"O-ok..." Kirishima leaned back against the wall next to Bakugo. Bakugo, again to his shock, found himself seeking out Kirishima's contact for comfort. Bakugo rested his head on Kirishima's shoulder and wordlessly, Kirishima took his hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Bakugo shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

What the hell is going on between us... Bakugo wondered.

That chapter two for ya. It may or may not be 2:15am and I may or may not go binge-read some fics heheh. Fuck sleep am I right!