youre minding your business, shopping in a mall to avoid sitting alone at home. its summer break,incredibly boring when youre social abilities suck

it's peaceful until you hear a load of shouting. not scared shouting, but rather.. cheering. you chose to ignore it, because why lead yourself right to the hands of a big group when you can hardly talk to a cashier without stuttering? only minutes later, you feel a hand grip yours- a seemingly panicked man holding on with a tight, warm grip that moulds itself to you. you swing your head up, confused and rather alarmed by the sudden rush of a stranger's proximity*

theo:"ill explain in a second, keep shopping"

he urges,his voice covered by panting. something about his voice makes you listen, makes you obey. you hold your free hand out, rattling through clothes on the rack as if nothing was happening. the shouting seems to pass like a wave of sound,a soft sigh of relief leaving the man as he pulls his scarf down from over his face

"im so sorry, they mobbed me. i needed to look normal" he said, trying to blend in as a normal couple doing their shopping

he'd utilised you, made you two look like a random couple at the mall to get away from the mob of people. perhaps its pride, maybe honour you feel surging in your veins, down your arm and to your hand still in his