"It’s okay, Haru." He said softly, wishing people would just turn around. He sent them a few pleading looks and they politely went back to their drinks or books, glancing from the corners of their eyes. "Hey, Haru, look at me."
Slowly Haru looked up, eyes wide, chest heaving like a cornered animal. He was shaking and holding onto Makoto’s hands with a fierce grip.
"It’s just us, Haru." His smooth voice seemed loosened the grip on his throat bit by bit until he could take a deep breath. "Just focus on me. The book just fell, you didn’t do anything wrong."
His last words broke the spell and Haru came back under control. He took a few moments to level his breathing before leaning forward, resting his forehead on Makoto’s hands, still interwined with his own.
Haru’s anxiety in this fic is somewhat relatable for people who suffer from anxiety, it was for me and that’s why I loved it <3 Hope you like it foxicology :33