Nischa Oneshots

Binder (TW) (REQUEST)

MISCHA WEARS HIS BINDER FOR TOO LONG

TW: overbinding

REQUESTED BY: BluexJayy on ao3

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It was getting hard to breathe.

Mischa's chest was aching, begging for it to be set free from its tight restraint.

The locker room seemed to spin.

Mischa definitely pushed himself too far during gym time.

But one of his classmates, Michael, was constantly battling with him. He was always trying to prove he was better than the Ukrainian.

So naturally, Mischa fought back and attempted to one-up him.

However, trying to run faster than him in a binder wasn't the brightest idea.

The room continued to spin as Mischa let out shaky breaths. He leaned against the row of lockers and ran a hand down his face. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Just breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

In and—

The breathing exercises weren't helping.

He cracked his eyes open.

He was alone in the locker room.

"Fuck" Mischa muttered, his voice shaky.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Never mind, it turns out he wasn't alone.

He looked over to where the voice came from, where he saw a familiar face.

It was Noel Gruber.

He somewhat knew the boy. They were in gym along with choir together. Father Marcus placed them next to each other for their fall concert.

But he never spoke to the boy.

Up until now.

"I am—I am fine," Mischa said, his words coming out harsher than he intended.

Noel gave him a skeptical look.

"You clearly aren't," Noel stated as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

"I am," Mischa said, leaning off of the lockers.

A shooting pain went through his chest at the action.

He sucked in a sharp breath and collapsed onto the floor, tightly gripping his chest.

"Shit—yeah, you aren't okay," Noel muttered, crouching down to Mischa's level.

"Just—just chest pains."

Noel cocked an eyebrow.

"This seems to be a lot more serious than just chest pains," Noel pointedly stated, his eyebrows furrowing.

Noel reached out to gently grasp Mischa's arm, only for the Ukrainian to flinch away from him.

"I said I am—fuck"

Mischa let out a pathetic whimper and rested his back against the lockers. He tilted his head back, taking deep breaths, which only seemed to bring him more pain.

"Do you need to go to the nurse?" Noel asked, sitting next to Mischa. He brought his legs up to his chest and rested his cheek on his knees, looking directly at Mischa.