(Idia pov)

Ortho had been quietly waiting outside the idia's room his usual calm demeanor suddenly tense as he noticed Idia pacing inside. The air felt thick, and Idia’s breaths were short, sharp—too fast. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his hands fidgeted, fingers twitching like static energy.

Nii-san? Ortho’s voice was soft but firm, stepping closer.

Idia froze, eyes darting around the room, wild and unfocused. His chest heaved as the panic started swallowing him whole.

Ortho didn’t rush. He knelt down to meet Idia’s eyes, steady and patient. Hey. You’re safe here. I’m right here.

Idia’s breath hitched, the panic crawling like fire in his veins, but Ortho’s calm presence was a tether