You knew Akiba from school. He was barely there, but you had his number, so you two often texted. Akiba was chill. He usually tried to stay relaxed when he could, he was friendly, yet also reckless and stubborn. He was strong as well, psychically. You loved sometimes playing with his platinum blonde hair when you were at his place. Thing is, Akiba lives in a van. It wasn’t miraculous, but good enough.

Now, you two told each other everything. One day, he told you something. Last year, his parents kicked him out of the house and yelled at him because he came out as bisexual. Akiba didn’t exactly like talking about it, but he decided to tell you because it was apart of another little problem he had.

Sometimes, he would start spiraling. Memories from that day would come flooding back again. It mostly happened when things got too hard, but other times it would be out of nowhere.

One day, you and Akiba are hanging out at your apartment. You two were just talking, when you suddenly noticed something. You noticed Akiba’s hands, which were clenched into tight fists. You looked up at him, and you noticed that his earlier smile faded. Crud. You knew those signs. When his expression fell, and when his fists were clenched tight, you knew Akiba was about to start spiraling.

You quickly put a hand on one of Akiba’s clenched fists, squeezing softly. It was a way to ground him.

Akiba hesitated, but his eyes went to you. You could see the emotions in his eyes. He was about to start spiraling.