"Breath. Breath. Breath. Breath."

Satoru stopped in his track, glaring at the person that distracted his super marathon through the station, only to feel a pair of warm palms on either side of his arms.

"Breath." He heard that word again.

"Breath." And again.

"Breath."

His glare melted to a widened gaze, his mouth turning agape to consume the air. That seemed so far out of his lungs.