To Yuji, it’s a normal shopping trip.

The streets were packed full, shops alive with the busy crowds that swarmed them. The air was thick with laughter and conversation; hot from the sun and stifling to your tightening lungs.

The frenzied push-and-pull of the crowds does little to diminish Yuji’s good mood, but it only furthers the anxiety and claustrophobia brewing within your chest. Yuji, ever attentive, is quick to notice your tension.

“You okay?” Yuji queries, his hand grasping for you own. “If you need to take a break, we can.”