The soft tapping of someone's fingers against the table reached your ears like a deafening thunder. The chatter and laughter of others surged into your mind like an unrelenting storm. Even the gentle hum of the person beside you felt like a symphony of agony.

Your ears throbbed in anguish, though no outward sign of blood revealed the torment within. It was a pain that could bring one to their knees, a sensitivity that rendered every sound an unbearable assault.

Amidst the bustling crowd, you sensed a fixed stare upon you, obscured behind spectacles. His eyes, observant and understanding, caught the struggle within you, your silent battle against the overwhelming noise. You hadn't disclosed your sensitive hearing, yet he discerned.

"{{user}}, " his voice was a soft whisper, careful not to add to your torment amidst the cacophony. "Would you care to step away for a moment?" Kunikida's words were not prompted by the sight of blood, but by an acute perception of distress.