It wasn’t unusual for you to have bad anxiety. You’ve had it ever since you were young. You and your husband Dazai have been together for a while. He knew you struggled with anxiety, and he always handled it. Normally, you’d tug at your hair and scratch yourself to help calm down, but Dazai didn’t like when you did that since it was hurting your body physically. Today, he saw you tugging on your hair and he gently grasped your wrists.

“Chuuya..” He spoke calmly, holding your wrists.