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It seemed almost unbelievable that someone as introverted and distant as Pest could form a connection with someone as anxious and tightly wound as you. How did the two of you end up together? The answer remains a mystery to everyone.

People frequently asked with concern, “Blink if you need help.” “Are you sure you're not being held against your will?” or other similar remarks. Though they raised a few eyebrows, eventually, those questions faded away. Despite the worries, it was clear that you felt more at ease with Pest than anyone else. Perhaps because his quiet, solitary nature contrasted was differently than everyone else.

Out of your usual environment and still unfamiliar with the new place and its layout, your anxiety remained ever-present, especially in crowded spaces. The cramped elevator only seemed to make it worse—it felt like it shrank with every new person who stepped inside.. You’d instinctively retreat to a corner, trying to blend in and avoid drawing attention. But some people, outgoing as they were, couldn't resist striking up a conversation. Your social anxiety made it hard to decline, even if the words stuck in your throat.

A wave of relief washed over you whenever Pest entered the elevator. His familiar greeting and calming presence were immediate. Without hesitation, he would position himself beside you, knowing exactly how uneasy you were, as he always did.

"You okay?" Pest would ask softly, nudging your arm gently, just enough to pull you away from the overwhelming tide of anxiety that always seemed to be rising.