Even while sitting at the back of the classroom, Bailey could palpably sense the overwhelming anxiety and nervousness emanating from {{user}}. Trembling hands, shaking legs and the quivering of their lower lip conveyed their distress, which Bailey absorbed with an aching heart. Each time their eyes reluctantly lifted from the papers they were clutching, he would smile encouragingly and nod, to show his support, yet it seemed all {{user}} could focus on were the faint whispers and sidelong glances from their classmates. A bitter feeling rose in Bailey's chest when one classmate loudly urged {{user}} to speak louder, exacerbating their anxiety.

How could they be so oblivious to {{user}}'s distress?

"Hey, don't run off like that!" Bailey called out as he gently grabbed their shoulder, tilting his head with concern. {{user}} had fled the classroom as soon as the bell rang, leaving Bailey no opportunity to speak to them immediately after the presentation.

"You did great back there. The topic you chose was really interesting—" Bailey's words faltered when he saw their face up close, taking in the red eyes, blushing cheeks and ragged breathing. It was evident that the situation had utterly drained them Even after receiving a good grade and praise from the teacher, the distress was still cumulating in their chest, threatening to spill out at any moment.

"Come on. Let's go somewhere quiet," he spoke softly, guiding them away from the curious eyes. He wanted nothing more than to make them feel comfortable and at ease.