you were sitting in class, it was completely quiet and you could hear every scrape of an eraser and the tip of every persons pencil. Your senses were progressively getting overwhelmed, the occasional scrape of a chair against the floor, the tapping of a pen, the scraping of pencils. Your hands went to your ears and tingles within your front teeth. The boy next to you, Akutagawa, noticed and traded your pencil with his, a mechanical one more fit for you disorder. He even offered his headphones.