After washing her face and attempting to wash away the embarrassment that sat on her shoulders, Aoi had excused herself for the night and hid in her room. She had not planned to turn into such an emotional mess. She had not cried in front of someone since she was a kid. The streets had taught her quickly that uncontrolled emotions were a weakness, and weakness got you killed. She was also pretty sure she had made the man feel uncomfortable. She knew if someone had just randomly broken down and sobbed on her shoulder she would have no idea what to do.

That night was like far too many. Her brain would not calm down, her body wanted to cry again but she would not allow it this time other than the odd silent tear. But she would make sure to not make a sound to draw any attention to her room.

Still the questions in her mind did not help her sleep. Why did Izuku put up with her? Why deal with the burden of her mental break down? Why worry about her safety? Why help her at all? He was not getting anything out of it. If anything he was having to put in a lot of effort and got no reward. People never did things to be nice, not in her life anyways. But she could not understand the man she was sharing a home with.

By the time she did drift off to sleep the sun had already started to break the horizon. The slightest slivers of sun slipped past the side of the curtains. She expected only an hour or two of sleep. But maybe Izuku knew that she would not have slept well. For he never knocked on her door that morning or even afternoon. It was starting to push evening by the time a still half asleep Aoi dragged her sore body from her bed and headed to the bathroom. She really needed to pee, or else she would have chosen to stay in bed asleep.

Once able to relieve herself, she had planned to retreat back to her room to hide some more. But the banging in the kitchen gave away that Izuku was apparently cooking something. And like the almost inhuman being the hero was all it took was her making the slightest noise and that mop of green hair was poking around the corner to smile at her.

"Oh you're up, perfect. I am just about to start some dinner," Izuku said as he smiled at her. Aoi knew he was not in the kitchen as she had headed for the bathroom and was pretty sure this was an attempt to lure her from her room. Like she was some starving scared stray that he could lure out with food.

"Thanks Izuku but I'll pass," she said even though the pain in her stomach screamed to eat something. And maybe the hero's quirk is telepathic too cause it almost seemed he could tell she was lying and that he could hear her body screaming its own protests. His smile had instantly fallen when she denied his offer.

"You didn't eat lunch or dinner yesterday. You have not left your room all day. You need to eat something," he sounded almost more like a worried mother than roommate.

"Don't worry about it Izuku," she said, turning her attention to her bedroom door as she proceeded towards it knowing that only a few more steps and she could be free from him. But she never made it as a hand gently grabbed at her forearm causing her to pause and then make the mistake of looking over at the deeply concerned face he was making.

"But I will worry. You're not eating, you're not sleeping well. It's not good for you," he said softly as a concerned frowned pulled deeply at his lips.

"I don't recall asking you to worry," she snapped at him. She knew deep down that she should not get mad at him for trying to help. But her tired mind and empty stomach made her cranky.

And it seemed he did not expect that reaction as Izuku froze and seemed a little lost for words for a minute. But once that minute passed it seemed he snapped out of his frozen moment as he seemed a little unsure of himself, almost nervous. Had she not been upset she may have found it funny that she could make the number one hero in Japan nervous. But it seemed he was not nervous enough to let go of her arm either. She watched his mouth open about to say something to her before a banging at the door to their apartment had them both jump. It startled Izuku but the loud pounding instantly had memories flooding her mind. Suddenly the large apartment was no more.

She was back in her tiny old shack of a home. The door being banged on filled her ears along with a ringing. Her body locked up. She could not move, her knees locked preventing her from running. Her chest also felt locked up, her rib cage would not expand. Air would not fill her lungs. She could not breathe, she was suffocating under the fear. All she could hear was the pounding on the door, the ringing in her ears.

She was completely unaware of the panic she was in and the worry that washed over Izuku as he realized Aoi was having an incredibly bad panic attack. All the while someone was banging loudly at the door. Which quickly seemed to be an issue for her as each bang of a fist against the door only made her panic worse. And Deku knew who it was even before the voice yelled at him to open the damn door. And of course the yelling did not help either. But Izuku was horribly torn. He could not bring himself to turn away from Aoi. Her face was stark white, her body shaking violently. He expected her legs to give out any moment as she started to sway.

Izuku was almost scared she was going to start turning purple as she struggled to breathe. He was trying to talk to her but it became clear fast that she was not able to hear him or comprehend what he was saying. Her eyes had grown wide and her hands had grabbed at her own arms as she hugged herself. Her nails dug in hard enough to draw blood. In a split second he decided to use black whip to open the front door to stop the banging.

"Aoi look at me you're okay," he was trying to draw her attention but it was no good. Finally her legs gave out and Izuku's hold on her was the only thing that stopped her from toppling to the ground. He was gentle as he lowered her to the flood even as he could hear the heavy stomps of their guest walking into their home only to come across Izuku trying and failing to help the woman on the floor who was in a full blown panic curling up into a ball as she tried desperately to breathe. Blood was starting to run down her arms from the holes she was ripping into her own skin with her blunt nails.

She could not make out anything she heard any more. Her head had been stuffed with sand, voices were muffled. Her vision was blurred with tears filling her eyes, and even when she tried to focus on anything it only made the room spin. She knew it was Izuku who was kneeling in front of her and trying to talk to her but she could not force her body and mind to work together as she struggled to breathe and try to calm down the panic even as the pounding at the door had stopped.

Suddenly Izuku was pulled back and away from her, there was muffled mumbling but she could not tell what was going on, nor who Izuku was talking to. She did not even know there was a third person in the apartment now. Suddenly blonde and red filled her blurry vision, it was different and she tried so hard to focus on the vibrant red that filled her vision when she looked up. Talking, she could hear talking again this time it was slow and gentle but her swimming head could still not understand it.

Breathing, she still couldn't breathe. Her hands detached themselves to move to start trying to claw at her throat. She was suffocating, someone had to be choking her. Her nails clawed desperately at her neck and the invisible grip that was keeping her from inhaling much needed air. Large hands gently gripped at her wrists in an attempt to keep her from clawing out her own throat. Talking again tried to reach her.

She once again tried to focus on the face in front of her, on the red she could see. Her body was still shaking violently. She found her eyes drifting down to look at full plump lips. They were moving. Suddenly they stopped talking instead she watched as the lips parted, closed, paused for a moment then opened again. Oh breathing, the lips were showing her how to breathe again. She carefully tried to mimic them. Her dry lips parted, she struggled to get any air into her lungs, let her lips close and hold the breath before she let out a shaky exhale.

"Good," was the single word she could finally make out as she continued to inhale slowly along with the person who was sitting down in front of her.

Painfully slowly air started to fill her body once again, she was no longer suffocating. The world was no longer swimming when she finally could take in the full view of the face before her. Ash blonde hair, bright red eyes, a face even models would kill for. Even without the sight of him covered in ash, dirt, and blood it was easy to recognize the man.

"Dynamite?" She croaked out with a dry mixture of surprise and hesitation. But she welcomed it. He was a distraction and so were the questions that started to swim in her mind. His sudden appearance allowed her to focus on something other than the panic that still had her body shaking. She was more than happy to cling to anything that could be a distraction and help keep her from once again slipping into panic.

"Keep breathing idiot," was the reply she got from the angry blonde. If she could actually breathe she would have laughed at him. He was as angry in person as he was on the news. At least he didn't fake who he was. She would have liked to tell him to fuck off, but she knew her breathing had fallen into synchronization with his and that following him was the only thing keeping her from hyperventilating again.

Slowly her senses came back to her body, pain started to radiate all over. Her head was pounding and her lungs felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to her ribs. Her mouth was bone dry and she was surprised when she found a glass of water being offered to her. Finally looking away from Dynamite she looked at the glass. Slowly her eyes took in the sight of the scarred fingers wrapped around the glass, up the arm and finally she settled on Izuku's worried face that tried to offer her a forced smile.

"Drink it slowly," Dynamite barked at her. Which just earned him an eye roll from her. But she still did as he said as she held the glass carefully with both hands as she was not sure she could feel her fingers or even tell if she was actually holding the glass. She took a small sip just letting the little bit of water coat her tongue and mouth. She tried to keep the second sip just as small but it did not feel like it was enough as each swallow felt like she had been trying to swallow a golf ball.

Once the glass was half empty she handed it back to Izuku as she feared she was going to drop it as her hands shook violently. She tried to force a small smile as she thanked him.

"What happened?" She asked softly as she flexed her fingers and realized she could not actually remember very much after the panic had started.

"You had a hell of a panic attack. What the hell set it off?" It was Bakugo who answered her. Which had her frown softly, she did not remember him being present before the panic attack. How long had it lasted? Seemed both her and the blonde were curious and both turned their attention to Izuku in order for him to fill in the blanks and answer their questions.

"Uhm we were talking. Then suddenly Kacchan knocked on the door. You started to panic after that. What are you doing here any ways Kacchan?" Izuku asked his own question as Bakugo stood up and turned his attention to Izuku.

"I came to tell you to get your ass back to work.I refuse to take the number one spot this quarter just because you have been playing house with some woman," Bakugo was grumbling.

Ugh Aoi's head hurt too much to listen to the loud blonde as he and Izuku started arguing slightly back and forth. She slowly raised her right hand up to rub at her forehead but paused as she took in the sight of blood that coated the tips of her fingers and under her short nails. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at her hands before quickly looking up at the two men trying to tell which one she had attacked. But neither man had a single scratch on them that she could see. Still guilt was clawing at her before she finally looked at her own arms and took in the sight of the small claw marks that had a bit of dry blood sticking to her skin. Well that was a bit of a relief, knowing she had only hurt herself and no one else.

Deciding her head hurt too much to listen to the bickering she slowly and carefully pushed herself to her feet. Her sore body from her tumble off the treadmill still ached and complained but at least her legs held her up. She turned to try and continue to her bedroom hoping to escape unnoticed. But of course she could not be so lucky.

"Oi where the hell do you think you're going?" Came the barked question as soon as she took one step towards her bedroom.

"Back to my room. My head is pounding, and you're as loud as fucking hell," she tried to bite back but her lack of energy did not make her words sound as harsh as she had wanted them to be. But she really didn't have the energy to deal with Izuku and now she also had an angry blonde idiot to deal with.

"But Aoi you have not eaten all day," Izuku said softly and she had to struggle to not groan. This felt like déjà vu, till she remembered that this had been what she and Izuku had been talking about right before her panic attack. But this time she was out numbered as she glanced between Izuku and Dynamite. Hmmm was there any chance she could make a run for it and reach the short distance to her room before one of them could stop her? Probably not based on the still throbbing pain in one ankle and her other hip.

It did not take a genius to know that she could not win this battle. She frowned and wanted to grumble under her breath. How annoying, damn her bladder for forcing her out of her bedroom.

"Fine," she grumbled as she turned and started to limp her way towards the kitchen. She would sit at the table, eat something so Izuku would leave her alone and then she would run back to her bedroom to continue to hide and wallow in her own misery. The sooner she let him get this over with the better.

She could feel both sets of eyes on her as she slowly dragged her beaten and exhausted body into the kitchen and over to the table. Nearly throwing herself into the chair she had designated as hers since moving in with Izuku.

"You look like shit," the blonde was as brash and blunt as ever it seemed.

"No shit. I feel like it too," she snapped back as she glanced at the blonde who was standing in the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. Poor Izuku looked a little worried as he looked between the two and watched as Bakugo opened his mouth to say something back.

"Oh Kacchan, this is Sugahara Aoi. Aoi this is my childhood friend," he never got to finish the introduction as Aoi interrupted him.

"I know who he is. King Explosion Murder Dynamite, kinda hard not to know such an arrogant ass," Aoi said far too bluntly. She knew that was incredibly rude of her. But honestly of the hero's in Deku's generation, the blonde standing in their kitchen was the one she hated the most. He reminded her of Endeavour and all the other asshole hero's she had ever encountered.

"The hell did you just say!" Was the outburst she completely expected from the blonde.

"You heard me right, hero. Or are the rumors right? Are you losing your hearing after all?" She was taunting him now. She should have felt bad for how panicked she was making poor Izuku who was standing between them. And he may have been the only thing standing between Aoi getting a face full of explosions.

She could hear the small cracks and pops before she watched the blonde close his eyes, take a deep breath, then slowly release it as he attempted to calm himself. To her surprise he was quickly growing calmer than she was.

"The hell is your problem?" The blonde asked once his temper was under enough control that he could ask his question.

"A few things. I don't like unwanted guests, I don't enjoy being triggered into a panic attack because some arrogant asshole can not just knock on the door like a normal person. I also just completely hate hero's and it's annoying enough being stuck with that one. The last thing I want is the biggest ass on the charts in here yelling up a storm," she growled at him, her own temper still flaring.

For a split second she almost thought she saw guilt cross the man's face as she informed him that his aggressive knock was what triggered her bad panic attack. It probably wouldn't have happened had the blonde been able to knock at the door like a normal person. After all, she had not panicked like that when Iida and his wife visited. But the look did not last long as he then looked confused for the next second as she had said bluntly that she did not like heros. Hell he almost looked like she had just told him that ramen was the worst food in the world.

Bakugo looked between her and Izuku who looked a little lost for words himself as he stood there just listening to her. Not exactly to sure what to say or do after that. Seemed both men were a little speechless.

"Ugh can we just eat already? My head is killing me and I just wanna go back to my room," she complained as she rubbed just above her right eyebrow as if she could somehow work away the pain of her headache.

"Oh yeah. Here drink the rest of this. I'll grab some bandages for your arms first then I'll get started on cooking," Izuku jumped forwards to place her half finished drink down before turning to head to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and clean up the small cuts on her arms.

"Don't worry about it," Bakugo finally spoke up after listening to her rude outburst. Izuku only paused long enough to give his long time friend a confused look which required him to elaborate more, "about the food. I'll cook, I don't wanna leave here just to listen to you trip the fire alarm ten minutes later."

"I only did that once and it was at the dorms," Izuku whined softly but he still smiled happily as he let Bakugo start roaming around his kitchen with freedom to do as he pleased as Izuku rushed off to the bathroom. With a soft sigh Aoi carefully placed her arms on the table before leaning over to rest her face into her arms. She let the sound of clanking pots and pans be the only sound in the her eyes closed at least she could pretend the annoying and loud blonde was not just a few steps away cooking something in Izuku's kitchen.

She was really going to need to apologize to Izuku for how rude she had been to him and Bakugo. But it was going to have to wait for another day when she just did not feel so exhausted and done.