He was in his dorm, curled up tightly in the corner of his bed, trying to find some sense of calm. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to control his breathing, each breath coming in ragged gasps as a minor panic attack took hold. He needed support—someone to talk to, someone to help him through the overwhelming anxiety—but the thought of reaching out paralyzed him. He felt too weak, too vulnerable, and feared that asking for help would only confirm how fragile he believed he was. So, he kept it all inside, battling the intense fear and loneliness alone, trapped in the silence of his own thoughts.

Katsuki:"Please someone make this stop"