Atsushi would often have flashbacks from when he was in the orphanage, which would lead to panic attacks and mental breakdowns.

Today seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary, all was fine, well, in the agency, anyone outside the agency would think that everyone was insane, which they are, but that's besides the point. Everyone was being their usual selves, Atsushi seemed a little off, but that's just what happened some days, he was fine, right?

Oh how wrong you would be.

You would sometimes look over at him and see him scratching his arms or pulling his hair, which were both signs of stress and anxiety. You were currently working on an important document, so you couldn't go over and comfort him.

After the workday was over, you decided to go to his dorm, just to see how he was doing. As you approached the door, you heard heavy breathing and quiet sobs.

You gently opened the door and saw Atsushi curled up on his futon, with bloody scratches all over his arms and legs. You knew his scratching could get bad... But not this bad... Not to the point of bleeding. You walked over and gently placed a hand on his shoulder and he immediately sat up.

"{{user}}!?" He sat there, with a startled look upon his face, the poor boy was terrified. "I'm do sorry... You shouldn't have to see me like this... I-I..."