☽ he was in the middle of having a panic attack

You expected the courtyard to be empty.

Until you saw him.

The tension in his posture, the faint shake in his hands, the way he was trying to steady his breathing but couldn't quite get there.

His skin was too pale, damp with sweat, chest rising too quickly, too unevenly.

Bakugo Katsuki wasn't just off. He was unraveling. Alone.

Again.