Prompt: Shouta and Izuku are on patrol, Izuku or Shouta gets hit by a quirk that gives severe anxiety.
By the flip of the coin, it's Shouta suffering.
(Yes. I am doing another angst prompt. Suck it. And I have another larger project of my own that is angst to the max.)
(Doesn't help I like making people suffer.)
Royallybored_RN gave me this one. They gave me a lot that I liked, so I am doing those.
Izuku is missing his arm here, but he does have the prosthetic.
LET'S DO THIS!
Warnings: Anxiety Attack, Self-loathing

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"Jesus Christ, this is the fifth night this week, and it is the fifth night. You would think they would hire someone else!" I mutter to Shouta through my mask as I jump to another roof with him.

This week is my first week on patrol. Since I can be on patrol unlike my classmates due to my circumstances and the Hero Commission really wanting to get me out of the game, they started sending me out. Technically speaking, I shouldn't be due to my arm still recovering and getting used to the prosthetic, but who cares?! Obviously, they don't!

I'm just glad nobody recognizes me.

Anyway, since I haven't fought in a while, Shouta decided to bring himself along for safety reasons. AKA, he doesn't trust me!

"They don't pay you, remember?" Shouta replies as he follows along.

"Shit, you right, fam."

"Never call me that again. How's your arm?"

"Your problem, not mine! Oh fuck, there's multiple things happen. You take right while I take left?" Yes, I ignored his question.

"Fine. But we have headsets to continue this conversation." Flipping finger-licking chicken strips! I hop down to my fight and spark up my armor to attack.

"The usual pain," I snark as I swing a baton at the dude's face, easily knocking him out and burning him a little bit. I can hear Shouta sighing over the line along with ruffle. I see a lady and ask," You okay, ma'am?" I tie the dude up before facing her. She quickly nods, I get her story (being a detective and a hero has its perks), and she goes on her merry way. After I send the location of the dude to the police, I head to Shouta's location, "Status, Eraser?"

"This is a large group. Come in from the south if you can. Be careful, black-hair grey ends has a touch-based quirk." I can't help but notice the tone in his voice. Nezu taught me to at least notice that shit, even if I don't understand it.

"Understood," I hum as I do as asked. I fly through with my boosters, kicking off of them while having the electric armor on. When I see them closing in on Shouta, I wrap them in my batons to knock them out. From there, I request the police to pick-up. I start tying them down when I notice Shouta still, "Eraser, you okay?" I see him nod, but he moves stiffly while tying them up. I notice how shaky his hands are, and how unstable his breathing is.

Something is wrong. I finish quickly and approach him, "What's wrong?"

"Iz-Virus, I'm fine. Are you okay?" Why is he switching the concern on me? Whatever. I don't respond. Instead, I look at the dude Shouta mentioned earlier and mutter for my helmet to scan him.

We are going to completely ignore his name and focus on the quirk.

Quirk - Anxiety - The user makes physical contact with someone and increases their stress to overwhelming amounts, crippling the victim. The effects last ten minutes but can leave the user knocked out.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I consider glaring him down, but that wouldn't help him.

"V-Virus?" Shouta asks with more hesitancy. He's trembling at this point.

I put my batons away, approach him, grab his hands, and slam them into my chest while focusing on my breathing, " Work with me."

I can see the panic set in, so I try to lean him against a wall. However, an alleyway isn't the best place for this. It isn't like we get paid for this. It's a charity project practically, so I am willing to do this.

I lift my mask so Shouta can hear me clearly, "We are dropping this tonight. We are going to go back to UA. I need you to work with me, Sho." I try to be as gentle as possible, but he isn't there. I should have known better than to try this.

Alleyway it is!

I guide him to sit down against the wall, still trying to keep my breathing even, "You're okay, Sho. I'll protect you. Please, breathe."

I try to remember what I see others do to him as I am willing to do about anything for him. I hold back a sigh as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and start rocking him.

Shouta starts crying softly as he tries to follow along, but he's failing as that anxiety is always there at the moment.

I can relate to that feeling.

I start running my nonrobotic hand through his hair, "I got you, Sho. I'm not going to leave you. We will get out of this together."

For once, I bless my rambling mouth for filling the silence.

Multiple times he falls into a panic, but I snap him out of it only to hear him sobbing.

I feel fucking useless in this. I may be comforting Shouta, but it doesn't get rid of the feeling for him.

Imagine holding a million-pound weight on your chest. Or like you are drowning. Or you're dying alone.

That's how Shouta feels.

You may be able to protect your family physically but never mentally. You can only comfort and be there for them.

I suddenly feel him slack against my chest. Shouta must have passed out.

Shouta didn't need this on top of everything.

Slowly, I lift Shouta up bridal style and carry him home.

From there, I hand Shouta to Hizashi to cuddle the man, and I throw myself into cases for the rest of the night.