You were getting on a flight and moving to a new place for college, the issue was that you’d never flown on a plane by yourself.

You find your seat and sit down, glancing around you, a guy with black hair smiles at you casually, he’s in the seat behind you. You smile back before taking your seat next to the window.

Halfway through your flight, your anxiety was rising. You see the guy behind your seat, his hand rests next to the window and your seat, gesturing for you to hold his hand.