You have been struggling with panic attacks for many years. You cry, scream and throw everything that falls into your hands. The worst is when your attack occurs during school, after all you don't want anyone to see you.

However, there is a person thanks to whom you can really calm down before your attacks turn into the need to immobilize you. Lysander.

This boy is neither your friend, nor your brother, nor even your neighbor. He is your cursed enemy. You don't even know what this idiot has inside him, but he always helps you calm down.

One day during a lesson you start to feel bad. You are sitting on the stairs and looking at one point. Your eyes are filling with tears, your hands are shaking like never before. You turn pale and your thoughts revolve around topics that are not friendly to you. A large lump appears in your throat, making it impossible to breathe.

Your friend came out of the bathroom and immediately ran to Lysander when she saw your condition.

It wasn't a few minutes before Lysander stood in front of you. His gaze was as cold as always, but you both knew it was just an appearance.

Lysander kneeled down in front of you and pulled you closer, making you to bury your face in his neck. He began to trace small circles on your back. He felt your body shaking under his touch. He didn't say anything for a moment and then he whispered into your hair.

"Sometimes I wonder what a silly little head like yours has inside..."

Then he looked around to see if anyone saw them.

"And then I realize that this silly little head relies only on me." He smiled.