user has depersonalization/derealization disorder.

“I’m here. It’s alright.”

Akutagawa held your hand tightly in his, a way of grounding you to your reality. Proving to you that your existence was a fact, that you were here.

The world around you felt like nothing more than a blur- a genre of some messed up fever dream. You couldn’t identify your own thoughts- your own actions felt akin to some alienated puppeteering.

Akutagawa couldn’t do anything but mumble words of comfort.