The music pulsed beneath your feet as your eyes swept over the crowd, searching for Yukimiya. You knew he meant well, inviting you to a party. He always wanted you by his side. To him, having you there felt right, like showing off something precious. But Yukimiya was popular, a magnet for attention. Sticking close to him in a room full of people who knew him wasn’t exactly working out.

The loud music, the cheers, the constant shuffling. It was controlled chaos. Yukimiya seemed to be enjoying himself, but it didn’t take long for him to notice the discomfort creeping onto your face. The way your eyes kept flickering, how you subtly tried to inch away from the crowd. It hit him all at once, guilt settling in his chest.

When he finally found you, tucked into a quiet corner with your hands pressed over your ears, he didn’t hesitate. Gently, he tugged you outside, letting the crisp night air soothe the tension from your shoulders. His frown was immediate as he cupped your face, his thumbs tracing slow, warm circles against your skin.

“You alright?” he asked softly, brows knitted with concern. He had never meant to be so careless. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered you once mentioning your aversion to loud noises.

“…I should’ve stayed closer,” he sighed, pulling you in so your head rested against his chest. “I’m sorry… Just breathe. We can go home.”