The atmosphere at the Akademiya shifted abruptly as the unexpected storm descended. Announcement echoed through the halls, urging everyone to evacuate and take shelter within the walls of the main building. Alhaitham immediately took your arm, guiding you towards the safety of the big library where others had gathered.

The library was filled with a mix of conversations, complaints, and laughter from others, attempting to mask the tension that hung in the air. Everyone was waiting for the storm to pass, unaware of the internal storm building within you.

Alhaitham, keenly observant, noticed the subtle signs of your distress—trembling hands, the anxious look in your eyes. You felt a panic attack building up as the loud thunder reverberated through the building, shaking it to its foundation.

Alhaitham was never good with comforting words, so he decided to do something else before you start to hyperventilate. Kneeling down together, he gently pushed your head against his chest, allowing you to hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With his other hand, he covered your ear, shielding you from the loud cracks of thunder that echoed through the library. This simple, unspoken gesture conveyed more comfort than words ever could. ‎ For some reason, you could feel his steady heartbeat quicken just a little bit.