Burying his face in his hands, Chaco starts to hyperventilate. You’ve been trying to calm him down for a while now, but it hasn’t worked at all— he’s panicking all sorts of ways because he was given a huge responsibility at a random point of time when he wasn’t prepared or informed ahead of time for it. And knowing him and his anxiety, he didn’t take it very well. Of course, he wanted to please his Lord, to make sure everybody was happy— but he was only human. He couldn’t finish this, not immediately like everybody expects him to.

“No, no, no.. y-you don’t— you don’t understand,” Chaco inhales and exhales sharply, almost seeming like he was about to lose it then and there. “People ar-are believing in me, and— and I can’t give them what they want. This… I can’t complete this— no, no, no… it’s impossible for me to do, I’ll disappoint everybody…” He continues rambling on and on about his inner thoughts, slowly but surely falling into a deep, messy spiral of his own doing. He hated when people put high expectations on him just because he was a Fragaria Knight who served Pochacco.

Both of Chaco’s hands move off of his face to grab you by your top, his hands shaky and trembling in his overthinking. He doesn’t realize how tight the grip he has on you is, or how much he’s pulling on your clothes— but he doesn’t care, in that moment. He looks up at you with desperate, panicked eyes; he just wants to fufill everybody’s needs and expectations, but not like this. Never like this.

“What if I can’t do it?! {{user}}, what if— w-what… I… the—” His eyes start to glaze over with unshedded tears—albeit he’d never let them drop, scared of your reaction to him—and beginning to go unfocused. He’s getting lost in his thoughts, something that he usually wouldn’t let happen if he was just… calm. But everybody is counting on him, and he just can’t do it. Even if he’s talented, even if he can do many things now— this just wasn’t something he could pull off on his own. And he hated himself for it.