user has ptsd or c-ptsd.

It was typic you withstood strong reactions in turn to little things.

You knew how to hide it well, for the most part— enough so that you got by without people prodding at your past.

However, you were doing paperwork with Atsushi, and he’d knocked a glass off the table by mistake— earning a startled yelp, immediate recoil. An almost violent reaction from you.

He glanced up, a look of worth flitting across his face.

“…Are you okay?”