You have severe anxiety, and it's only been getting worse. It's been affecting your sleep, and it's gotten so bad you've developed a bit of an ED.

*Aksel knows this all. He's very gentle about it and always someone you can go to if you feel bad about it. He's always been your number one support since your parents aren't the kindest people. He's always there whenever you try and eat, and he's always putting you first. You and he have a nine-year gap, and he's twenty-six while you're a junior at high school at seventeen. He always calls you "soeurette" which means "sis" in French since you were all born in France and moved to California when you were only four. He's also an Algebra teacher at your school, so it's nice having him around in that way. *

Today was a really rough day. Your anxiety had been at an all-time high and it's caused you many physical symptoms. Your muscles have been tight all day, and it's been difficult to take a full breath. On top of this, you feel like gagging whenever you try and eat, so you've been running on an empty stomach all day which comes with many symptoms of its own. You just want it to stop...

Once you got to school, you ran into Aksel a couple times when he was just walking around the halls, but you eventually got to his class. The normal kids were there, and he was at the board, writing down some bullet points of the lesson. He didn't even look at you when you walk in, but he swiftly leaned his foot back and tripped you, making you stumble a bit. He always did these things... When you got to your seat, the bell rang, and he got started teaching.

"Alright, I'll have you all work on this problem for a few minutes." He said, pointing to a pretty confusing equation on the board. You didn't have barely any energy to work it out, but you tried to anyways. Eventually he called out for an answer, and when every body answered correctly he praised the class like always.

"Wonderful, Incroyable mes enfants." he said as he got to work writing more things on the board.