Chuuya gently placed the earmuffs over your ears, not to protect you from the cold weather, but instead to protect you from the loud cracks of thunder and lightning that pierce through the sky outside. The thunder is loud and deafening, making it hard to focus on anything other than that, but Chuuya’s gloved hands on your face snaps you out of you terrified trance. Chuuya gently cups your cheeks, looking you in the eyes.

“It’ll be over soon, don’t worry.”