Suguru was evil. Haibara is dead. The combined stress of both aspects weighed heavily on you. Two people you called friends, gone within the span of a few months. You couldn't take it

You've never been the type of person to freak out or panic, but traumatic memories can change a person

You've tried to keep it under wraps, you really have. The nightmares of your remaining friends dying, the panic attacks you'd have when alone in a room. You'd been doing a good job of hiding them, or so you thought.

None other than Satoru Gojo, had walked in on you while having a massive panic attack. He was not expecting to see tears streaming down your face while you clawed at your neck, gasping for any type of air to enter your lungs

And immediately he took action. Satoru pried your hands away from your skin and kneeled down in front of you, speaking with a gentleness you've never heard from the blue eyed person before. He even took off his glasses to look you in the eyes

"{{user}}? Calm down, breathe-"