The lady behind the desk looked surprised to see Mizuha standing in front of her.

Mizuha adjusted her bag on her shoulders, "I'm here to visit my brother, Hyoumei Shinsui."

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The high school student frowned, "Can I?"

"O-Oh, no it's alright Hyoumei-san, go right ahead. I just wasn't expecting you this year." The lady said before standing up from her seat.

"Do you need someone to bring you to his room?" She asked.

Mizuha shook her head, "No thanks, I know where to go."

The lady sat back down and permitted her to go ahead. Mizuha nodded and bowed respectfully. Without another word, she turned towards her left and walked to the intensive care ward.

Her headphones were placed on her head as she took her time walking. There was no rush to see him. But as she continued walking to his room, she could feel the ghost of her regrets wrapping its arms around her and whispering her mistake into her ear.

She breathed in. She was standing in the hallway that divided the psychiatric ward and the intensive care ward. She was facing the latter but she did not move.

She pressed the off button on her headphones with her right index and slid them down around her neck. With an exhale, Mizuha slowly walked towards the first room of the hallway of the intensive care ward. Her mind was completely blank when she faced the door. Her eyes noticed how her fingers trembled a little when she reached for the door handle.

Quietly and slowly, she pulled the door to the side, only to be greeted by the sunlight passing through the windows in the room.

She squinted in annoyance and lowered her head. The girl entered the room while avoiding the sunlight's glare and moved to the side as she closed the door behind her.

With a better and clear view, she was met with the sight of two people resting in two different beds.

To her left, there was a woman sleeping. She had long hair in a colour that was strikingly familiar to Byakuren's. To her right, there was a man sleeping. From the all the time he spent here, his dark gray hair was quite messy.

Next to the woman's bed, on the small table, there was a vase filled with a couple of flowers. She could only guess that Byakuren had stopped by a flower shop for his older sister and that he left them there before heading to school.

Mizuha didn't understand why people would bother buying flowers for someone. She knew it was a nice thing to do, that much she knew, but flowers tend to wither and die don't they? Not to mention that the nurse come and pick them up to throw them away after a certain period of time.

Mizuha swallowed. She turned to her right and walked to the sleeping man. There was already a chair placed next to it. As she approached the bed, she got a better view of her brother's face.

For the first time in a long while, she was properly looking at him. He... aged a bit. However, he still looked the same.

She gazed at him silently for a couple of seconds before deciding to sit on the chair. Mizuha took off her blue bag and nestled it between her feet.

The sound of the ambience outside the room gently seeped into the one was in, filling in the silence. Mizuha didn't know what to do. What was she supposed to do? She normally just sits down and stays there until it was time to leave.

...

...

...

She pulled out her phone from her pocket and searched for Byakuren's name to ask him a question through a message.

[Byakuren Kyouran]: Do what I do. Talk to him.

Mizuha stared at her glowing screen for three seconds. Talk to her brother? He's in a coma, he isn't going to reply!

She opened up her internet browser and searched up Talking to people in a coma.

When someone is in a coma, is it said that hearing is the only sense that connects them to the outside world. It stimulates the brain. Hearing the voice of a loved one may or may not help them wake up from their deep sleep.

Mizuha frowned, So... is this like a myth?

Without raising her head, she glanced up and stared at the body laying on the bed. Her eyes stayed fixed on her brother's face as she slowly clicked the power button on her phone and lowered her hand. She honestly didn't feel like talking if it really was a type of myth. The platinum haired student took a deep breath before letting it out shakily. She slowly placed her phone on the table next to the bed to reduce the chances of avoiding this 'conversation' she was about to start.

Mizuha observed him for another minute.

She straightened up in her seat, "Hello brother... It's me... Mizuha. I don't really know if you can actually hear me... Um, I would ask you how you were doing... but you wouldn't be able to answer me anyway. And the answer is pretty obvious." She joked lightly to make herself comfortable.

Her hands, that were clasped together, began moving against each other as she bumped her fingers against her hands.

"I... I'm fifteen now and I just started attending U.A High School. Yeah, I'm going to the same place you graduated from... I started school two days ago." She said slowly.

The two year old stared at her brother's face attentively as he opened his letter with shaky hands. Her mother was also sitting with them in the living room, waiting for him to open his letter.

He messily ripped it open and tilted the letter to the side. His eyebrows shoot up as a small device landed on his lap.

The small girl pointed at the device while trying to reach for it, "What's that?"

Her brother pried her hands away very gently, "Wait, don't touch."

He grabbed the device and set it down on the table in front of them. At that moment, a huge projection screen appeared.

Mizuha scooted herself closer to her brother at the unknown entity in her house. It was talking about some stuff concerning her brother, but she didn't understand much.

"Congratulations and welcome to U.A High School, Hyoumei Shinsui."

Suddenly, her brother jumped up from his seat and screamed out 'YES!'. Her mother laughed happily and reached for the envelop that had the official paper of admission.

Her brother turned around to face his little sister and then proceeded to practically tackle her on the couch to hug her tightly. Mizuha yelped as she felt Shinsui squeeze her tightly.

"Mizuha! I got in U.A High School!"

As the smaller girl struggled to push him off, the older boy rubbed his cheek against her soft one. How was smothering his little sister a way to show how happy and excited he was?

"... I ranked first in the practical exam. I didn't think it was possible, but I did... Byakuren got into the same school too... We're still frien..." She stopped herself when she realized what was going to come out of her mouth. She quickly corrected herself, "... We still hang out together."

An eight year old Mizuha happily chatted among her friends along with some other people who were friends with hers. They walking towards a lunch table. Her friends laughed at her jokes and they laughed even harder with her gestures. After telling a few jokes, they arrived at the table and began pulling out their lunches. They were eating outside in the shade that their school provided. There was a gentle and pleasant breeze around them.

One of her friends pulled out a small keychain. The keychain had a small little puppy attached to it.

"Happy Birthday Mei!"

Mei gasped in surprise as the keychain was dropped in her hands.

"Thank you Kiyoko!"

Kiyoko smiled brightly, "How old are you now?"

"I'm seven!"

Mizuha huffed in amusement, "Don't worry, little one! I'm here to take care of you!" She joked.

Mei tilted her head to the side, "Huh?"

One of her other friends piped up, "Mizuha is older than us!"

Mei's eyebrows shot up, "Really?"

Kiyoko laughed lightly, "She's eight. Her birthday was on November 21."

The two people sitting in front of her perked up in their seat. Both of them were people she wasn't friends with... yet. The one on the right who had white spiky hair and he had a pocky stick in his mouth as he stared at her with wide eyes. The one on the left was shaking the guy beside him frantically.

"Kyouran! She has the same birthday as you!" He nearly shouted while shaking his shoulder.

Mizuha gaped as 'Kyouran' pulled out the pocky stick out of his mouth. A happy grin appeared on his lips.

A long friendship grew from this small discovery.

A small smile was stretched on Mizuha's lips as she remembered that moment. She had no idea that having the same birthday as someone would create a friendship that would last this long. Mizuha was so happy about having this kind of connection with someone that she just couldn't stay away, it was like they were being pulled together like magnets. Friendly magnets. The same could be said for Byakuren since he kept approaching her whenever he found her around the school.

Mizuha tried thinking about something else to talk about, but nothing came to mind. She spent at least two minutes thinking about what she could say.

"... Byakuren's been doing well at school. He's making a lot of friends. I wonder how it's so easy for him, it's such a mystery... uh... as for me... Oh. Do you remember Aizawa Shouta? Yeah well... he's my homeroom teacher and well, I might get expelled from the school at the end of the U.A Sports Festival because of him..."

Mizuha frowned. Even if her brother could actually hear her, she didn't really feel like going into detail about the reason for her future expulsion.

"Uncle Eijin is one of my teachers... He's pretty strict about his math class being taken seriously... " She said before pausing. She was running out of things to talk about.

"I have a classmate who can also use ice as a Quirk..." She continued on about everything she had witnessed at school until she realized she hasn't said much about herself. "He's not my friend." she clarified.

She talked about how All Might was one of her teachers, how a certain spiky red head was too friendly for her, how a certain green haired student had a double edged sword type of Quirk. But she never talked about herself.

"... I... Um."

She didn't know what to say. She simply remained quiet and in her seat as she slowly lowered her gaze. Mizuha placed her right hand on the white bed sheet in front of her and stared tracing circles with her index finger. In front of her hand was her brother's resting left hand. Both of their hands were very close, all Mizuha needed to do was to simply inch her hand closer to his and she could hold it.

Mizuha continued drawing little circles on the bed without pause. "... Please don't sleep forever... At least wake up for a second and tell me it was my fault. I need to hear you say something about it..."

As she stared at her index, she noticed that it was getting blurry. Her eyes were stinging just a bit. "I'm really sorry... I should have listened to you back then."

Mizuha kept her eyes fixed on her finger, that had stopped moving, and felt a tear fall out of her right eye. She made no move to wipe away the tears that were accumulating in her eyes. Instead, she removed her hand from the bed and slumped in her seat. Her eyes were now fixed on her bag in between her legs. She stared blankly at the colour blue as she remembered her mistake.

"Mizuha! You and Byakuren have to get away from here right now!"

Why didn't she listen to him? Why was she so stubborn? She wanted to help... but that only created more problems. Her decision was wrong. Everything she did was wrong. She screwed up.

She wasn't sure how long she had stayed slumped like that but she sat up straight once she snapped out of it. Mizuha reached for the phone on the table and pressed the power button to check the time.

Fifteen minutes had already passed. When she realized that she had stayed longer than she expected, Mizuha got up from her seat and put on her backpack as she slipped her phone in her pocket. The tears in her eyes had already dried up.

This was a dumb idea.

Mizuha easily pushed the seat back to where it was before with her right foot. She didn't spare her brother another look as she turned to walk towards the door.

I don't want to be here anymore.

The girl wasn't exactly sure what she was expecting by coming to the hospital. She thought that perhaps facing her brother was the key to fixing all her problems and move forward. But no, she only felt remorse and suffocation.

She needed to find an easier way to fix her problem. Her goal was to avoid getting expelled.

A visit to the hospital was no help at all.

Mizuha narrowed her eyes at the sight before her.

In front of the U.A school entrance, there was a huge mob with cameras and mics. Every student that tried passing by them was followed by a certain lady wearing blue.

This was not what Mizuha wanted to deal with at the moment. This morning, she took her time eating her breakfast and was late for the bus she usually took to school. She was forced to endure a ride next to some chatty girl on the phone who wouldn't stop laughing out loud. Mizuha wanted to knock her teeth in for disrupting her peace. And now she was faced with a media obstacle. How freaking annoying.

Without a second thought, she quickly placed her headphones on her head and walked to her school's entrance. She skillfully made her way through the crowd without almost being noticed.

ALMOST.

"Oh! Excuse me!"

Mizuha's right eye twitched. She continued walking, they see I have my headphones on... so it should be fine if I ignore them.

"Excuse me!" The voice was closer. Damn it.

All of a sudden, she felt someone grab her shoulder. Now, Mizuha was no saint but she did have some degree of patience. However, that patience could easily evaporate if things crossed a certain comfort line.

Mizuha instantly slapped off the person's hand and turned around to face them. She glared at the lady dressed in blue, who was shocked at what Mizuha just did. The annoyed student slid her headphones off her head, "Who said you can touch me?"

The lady quickly bowed down and apologized, but she was quick to ask her question, "I'm sorry, but can you please tell me about-"

Mizuha rolled her eyes before turning around, "Don't know and don't care." She spat and walked away from the annoyance. She made sure to quickly walk past the entrance just in case they tried pursuing her. If they did, then it would have been hilarious. They would have been blocked by the U.A Barrier.

Mizuha entered the school without a word. At least she could find some REAL peace in the school. It was way too early to deal with this amount of annoyance.

When she closed the door behind her, she noticed a familiar student looking outside the window. He perked up and looked her way when he heard the door shut.

"Oh, Hyoumei. Good morning." They said with a smile.

"... Good morning, Kirishima." She nodded.

He looked back at window, "Oh, there goes another attempt to interview a student..."

Her body was about to head off in the direction of her classroom until she felt her curiosity being piqued. Mizuha bit her lip while furrowing her eyebrows.

She let out a inaudible sigh. She could feel herself shaking with nervousness.

Mizuha turned around and walked over to Kirishima. She stood next to him and stared at the media in front of the school through the glass window.

"Um, what's going on actually?" She asked out of curiosity since she actually didn't known what was up.

Kirishima put his hands in his pockets, "Apparently, they're curious about All Might teaching here."

Mizuha cocked her head to the side, It was kept a secret or something?

"What did you tell them?" Kirishima asked before turning to look at her.

Mizuha almost laughed. Almost.

She looked at him while rubbing the back of her neck, "Nothing." She half-lied.

Kirishima looked at her skeptically, "Nooo, you did say something. I saw you talking to them."

Mizuha froze, "Um..."

"First time I saw you looking like that." Kirishima snickered.

Mizuha shrugged lightly, "I told them I didn't care. I don't care about the media thing I mean."

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up.

Shit. Did that make me sound too... snobby or something?

He started chuckling, "Were they that annoying for you?"

She felt herself relax as he said those words.

Kirishima picked up his bag that he set next to his feet, "Hey, let's walk to class together! You could use some company!" He said with a grin.

Company? Does he think I'm lonely?

Mizuha felt the corner of her mouth pull for a second, "Um... having no company doesn't bother me. I just choose to be alone."

Kirishima quickly shook his head, he moved his free hand in front of him in a flustered manner, "No, I didn't mean it like that!"

Mizuha watched him try to explain himself. Apparently it had nothing to do with her being alone. So I'm the one who misunderstood?

Kirishima sighed and rubbed the back of his neck in defeat, "I just meant that we could just walk together to class." he clarified.

Mizuha felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward, seeing Kirishima try to explain himself to a girl like her was quiet a sight to see. She never really saw something like it directed to her.

She merely nodded and apologized for misunderstanding.

The walk to class was not as awkward as she thought. Kirishima was the one who instantly initiated their conversation.

Her connection with Byakuren. He was curious about how they were so close but of course he didn't want to force her to answer.

Mizuha did answer his question without revealing too much.

"We've known each other since we were eight years old. Our older siblings are engaged to each other." She said while staring at the floor as they walked side by side.

Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise, "So... you guys are practically going to be brother and sister soon? Wow."

Soon? Huh? I don't know when 'soon' is exactly.

"Good work with yesterday's battle training. I saw the video and results." Aizawa praised before setting down the papers on the teacher's desk.

He turned to look at Bakugo, "Bakugo, you're talented, so don't act like a kid."

Mizuha slightly angled her head in a way where she could look at Bakugo. He glowered a bit before saying, "Got it."

She was slightly intrigued by Bakugo. He was very arrogant, violent and aggressive. The boy was a ticking time bomb just ready to explode... just like his Quirk. But yet he had proven himself to be one of the best students in class with yesterday's battle training. He had the ability to come up with quick strategist in the midst of combat. She really did think that he was the best at this point.

Byakuren was still number one in her mind when it came to strategy though.

In way, Mizuha did see a bit of herself in Bakugo. Just a bit.

Being distant was one of them.

She more or less had a foul mouth, however she was refraining from actually cussing in public.

Mizuha blinked in realization, Distant... where does he go during lunch time?

"I want to be class rep! Pick me!" Kirishima's voice suddenly boomed from the back.

Mizuha quickly snapped out of it and was wondering what was going on. She was too busy wondering about Bakugo that she didn't understand why everyone was yelling. She seemed to understand that they wanted to be chosen for something... probably a class representative...

She quickly decided to retire from keeping her brain active for this one thing and decided to disconnect from class. Everyone had settled down and she could hear Iida talking in the back. She could hear him talking but she didn't pay attention to what he was saying. Mizuha was just staring the desk while drawing circles on the surface with her finger.

Tick-tock... hurry up lunch period.

Not too long after, she was asked to write on a piece of paper who she was going to vote for. She didn't spend too much time on deciding who she wanted to vote for. She just wrote the name of the person who first came to mind.

Bakugo Katsuki

However, she wasn't the least bit interested about who was going to be named their class rep.

Mizuha sipped on her juice box as she glanced around the cafeteria. She gulped her mango juice without even thinking about it.

Byakuren, who was sitting in front of her, quirked up an eyebrow as she kept looking around like an owl. The other table mate, Kirishima, was also wondering what was up with the platinum haired student. It was strange. When Byakuren and Kirishima arrived at the usual table after ordering their lunch, Mizuha was already done with hers. She was in the middle of putting away her container when they sat down. Now she was doing her weird owl-surveillance thing.

Byakuren cleared his throat, "Um, Mizuha... what are you doing?"

Mizuha removed her mouth from her straw, making the box make some sort of sound of relief when it expanded, "Looking." She said flatly.

The white haired student looked at his fellow male classmate with a bewildered look. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with his friend. He looked at Kirshima while opening his hands in front of him. The red haired student, with his mouth on the side of his bowl, shrugged.

Mizuha didn't see the student she was looking for.

Now she was really curious. Where exactly did Bakugo Katsuki eat lunch? Did he grab his lunch and in the hallway or something?

Her curiosity got the best of her. Mizuha removed her mouth from her straw and quickly handed the box to Byakuren, "It's yours."

It wasn't really weird for Mizuha to do this. During school days, she had the habit of not finishing her lunch (which sometimes includes not finishing her drink). So instead of throwing it away, Byakuren told her to give it to him. He loves juice.

"I'll be back," She said before getting up, "watch my bag!" She said while pointing at him as she walked away from their lunch table.

Byakuren lowered his bowl, "You're acting weird! Where are you going?!"

"None of your bussiness." She replied from afar.

Kirishima let out a small laugh as Byakuren gaped. The white haired student was still for a moment before he grabbed her juice box and drank the rest from it while narrowing his eyes at her distant figure. Now that Kirishima had a better explanation about their relationship, everything seemed funnier between them.

Byakuren crushed the juice box in his hand while shrugging with a playful frown, "Excuse me for caring!"

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...

...

It was just going to be a quick peek outside the cafeteria area.

Mizuha walked out of the cafeteria and stood in front of the entrance. She was trying to recall where the vending machines were. She knew there was some in the cafeteria but she also knew there was some around the school near the cafeteria. If she remembered correctly, her uncle told her there was exactly three vending machines on the same floor. She just wasn't sure if she should head the left or to the right.

She made her decision when she suddenly heard a metallic sound somewhere on her right. Mizuha let her feet drag her towards the sound.

She heard the sound again but a little louder this time. Not because she was getting closer. No, it seemed more like the sound got louder because the vending machine got hit with a little more force this time.

When she reached the corner, she heard the assaulted speak, "Fucking piece of shit."

Well. She definitely had an idea about who was just around that corner. She'd recognize that angry voice anywhere. She heard him pull out a drink from the vending machine while muttering another curse.

When she heard his footsteps approach her, that's when she asked herself: What the hell am I doing here? Didn't curiosity kill the cat?

Either way, it was too late to run and hide.

Bakugo turned around the corner, eyes fixed on opening his soda. He looked up from his task the moment he sensed someone in front of him. Bakugo laid his eyes on Mizuha's face and his eyes widened.

He immediately stopped himself before he could walk into her, "The fuck?!"

Mizuha was about to lower her gaze but instead she looked at something else, "... sorry."

"You're in my class... the one paired with that half-and-half bastard..." He muttered while scowling.

Mizuha rubbed the back of her neck and didn't answer him. Now seemed like a good time to head back now that her curiosity was somewhat satisfied.

Bakugo instantly glared at her, "You're the one who also ranked first during the entrance exams..."

Huh?

Bakugo huffed and walked around her, "Get the fuck out of my way." He spat before resuming his task.

Mizuha clenched her fists, Oh hell no. I don't want him thinking I'm like another Midoriya... that's the last thing I want! I'm sure he thinks that I'm thinking that I'm superior to you based on how I got first place too... I don't want to be on his HATE list! I don't want that kind of attention!

Mizuha quickly strode over to his side, "Okay, uh, listen Bakugo about that first place—"

The ash blond haired student clicked his tongue, "Leave me the fuck alone!"

Feed his ego! Let him know he's the best!

"Did you even read the results? I only got first place because I got rescue points! You're the one who deserves that first place! You're strong, very strong. That's why you got 77!" She said very quickly.

Bakugo stopped walking. Mizuha made sure to not walk into him when he did. She quickly walked around him and stood in front of him. His face was expressing anger but she was kind of sure she had his attention. After all, he stopped walking?

"Don't think I'm stronger than you, because I'm not."

I'm really not strong.

Bakugo opened his mouth, "You—"

RIIIIIIIING!

Mizuha and Bakugo instantly looked up at the ceiling.

"There has been a Level 3 security breach. All students please evacuate outdoors promptly."

Mizuha quirked up an eyebrow, "Someone got through the barrier?" She muttered to herself and went to go look outside the large windows.

Bakugo turned around and was suddenly greeted by an enormous crowd of students filing up the hallway. Unfortunately, the crowd was even too quick for Bakugo to react. In less than two seconds, the hallway was filled with bustling students. Mizuha turned around to see what was happening. She was immediately greeted by a pair of red orbs. She yelped when her back collided with the glass behind her, it didn't help that Bakugo was also pressed against her.

The boy was yelling out profanities at the people who were pushing him.

Mizuha winced, "Bakugo! Can you get off me?!"

The boy whipped his head so fast to look at her, she thought his head was going to fall off, "That's what I'm trying to do dumbass!" He responded harshly before getting pressed against her even more. Mizuha blinked slowly in disgust when she felt a drop of spit land on her cheek.

"STOP PUSHING YOU DAMN EXTRAS!" He finished with a yell.

Mizuha was wondering where his soda went because both of his hands were planted on the glass near her head.

She found her answer when she spotted a student covered in orange liquid.

When Bakugo's cheek pressed her forehead, he started getting angrier and then he pushed back a student with his elbow with a roar. The guy was practically pinning her to the glass. And man, did she fear for her life. What if they kept on pushing him until they broke the glass or something?! She'd be the first one falling!

"A villain broke in U.A?!"

"This the first time in years! This has never happened before!"

Upon hearing those words, Mizuha was suddenly filled with dread.

"We have to get out of here!"

"They're going to attack us?!"

"FUCK! STOP PUSHING YOU IDIOTS!" Bakugo roared.

Byakuren...

Her heart thudded in her chest. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears. She could see Bakugo yelling in front of her but slowly her vision was getting blurry. She began breathing rapidly. Mizuha reached out with a shaky hand on the closest thing for support. Her hand tightly gripped Bakugo's arm as she struggled with catching her breath.

Bakugo looked at her, "The hell?! Let... go..."

She was staring at him blankly. It was like she didn't even see him despite being so close.

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...

...

"Mizuha! Run! Go with Byakuren! Find help!"

"Shinsui! Where is Byakuren! I can't find him!"

"Mizuha, calm down!"

"I CAN'T FIND HIM! WHERE IS HE?!"

"Mizuha—!"

"HE'LL DIE IF WE DON'T FIND HIM!"

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"Byakuren... Byakuren... where... Byakuren... Byakuren... where is... Byakuren..."

She kept on repeating his name like a mantra as she panicked about the possible outcome of this security breach. The immense fear of losing Byakuren was clouding her thoughts. It was like as if the incident was happening all over again. She didn't know what to do. Her mind was in conflict.

Bakugo was looking outside as Iida told everyone that it was the media that got through the security. The ash blond haired student glared at the people outside. Not only did they irritate him this morning by bringing up the sludge villain but now they're creating problems for the whole school. How fucking annoying.

By now, everyone had calmed down. Some of the students were staying to watch the media while others were going back inside the cafeteria to resume their lunch period. At least he wasn't being pushed around anymore. Finally some damn breathing space. He lowered his arms down. Bakugo's right twitched in annoyance as he felt Mizuha grip onto him even tighter.

"Oi let me go!" Bakugo snapped.

Now he had to deal with his girl that was holding onto him like a lifeline.

He didn't know what the hell just happened to her but it seemed like she was having some sort of panic attack. The shaky grip on his arm was enough to tell him that. She wouldn't stop muttering Byakuren's name.

He quickly glanced around him to make sure no one was staring, especially anyone from their class, and then when he felt like the coast was clear he instantly grabbed the top of her head with his thumb pressing on her forehead. That made her blink rapidly. She looked at him in confusion.

"Hey, idiot. If you just look behind you then you'll see that there's nothing to worry about. It was just those shit heads from this morning." He said before forcing her to turn around and to look at the media leaving the school grounds.

Mizuha watched as the media was getting dragged away from the school grounds. The situation was sinking in. There was no villain, no one was in danger. And most importantly, Byakuren was safe.

Everything is okay.

When Bakugo felt like her grip was loose enough, he ripped his arm away from her. He was observing her for a few seconds. Unlike before, she was no longer breathing rapidly, her breathing was steady. Her colour returned, she didn't look pale anymore. She looked fine now.

The female student turned around to face her classmate. Her face burned with embarrassment when she realized that she was hanging onto him earlier. She slowly nodded her head and gave him a quick bow. It was her way of saying 'thank you'

Thanks for letting me use you like a cane.

The moment she stepped aside to walk to the cafeteria he merely walked past her as if nothing happened between them. They both understood that they would never speak of this to anyone. One, Bakugo didn't want anyone to know he 'helped' someone. And two, Mizuha didn't want anyone to find out she had a panic attack (because she was pretty sure she did!).

Both of them wouldn't want rumors spreading if their classmates found out that two distant students of their class were 'doing' something together. Especially if one of them was Bakugo Katsuki.

Shitty attention like that was the worst.

Mizuha mechanically made her way back to her lunch table. She found Kirishima and Byakuren standing around their table, they probably just came back from the huge ordeal in the hallway. When she was standing behind her seat, Byakuren hastily walked over to her.

"You okay? Where were you?" He asked.

Mizuha blinked slowly before rubbing her arm with a hand, "Bathroom."

*bows down* I apologize for the lack of update. I'm in the middle of finishing my finals! (I'm finally a high school graduate! Yay!) Obviously, I'll be updating more often when my finals are done! (Which is in a week or so...)

I'm pretty sure that the press isn't allowed to touch people when they want to ask questions...

Well! Mizuha is finally getting some interaction with some of her classmates.

About Bakugo... I know that he doesn't like associating with his classmates in any way possible but I don't think he's that heartless to just ignore someone who's having a panic attack...