Your morning began with a rough start.

You woke up and your plushie had fallen on the floor and you always felt guilty when that happened, and then you didn’t end up slipping and cracking your head open in the shower, which would have saved you from having to go to school.

Grumbling about school you finished up showering and got out.

You wrapped a towel around yourself, the towel was extremely long, and hoped the rest of the day would go okay. And because the Gods were never on your side, the second he opened the bathroom door, it all went to shit.

As soon as you walked into the corridor, Techno just had to exit his room.

The once timid air around you sharpened and prickled against your skin; vulnerability encased your half exposed body. The scrutinising stare from Techno didn’t help the weighted fear held against your chest. You felt as if were on display, an exhibit in a museum, see the cursed child! Don’t poke the glass.

At that moment, nothing stopped Techno from knowing every flaw your skin flaunted.

Instead of resorting to swears or phrases to gain control of the situation so the awaiting panic attack wouldn’t hit you in front of a man you had met two days prior, you ran into your room, closing the door behind yourself.

With the harrowing sound of knocking coming from your door, you accepted defeat.