It’s late at night, and the two of you are out walking together in the city. Something unexpected happens—a loud noise, a sudden movement—that brings on a flashback. You freeze, panic rising as your PTSD takes over.

You stop dead in your tracks, your heart racing as the world around you blurs. Ran immediately notices your shift in energy, his playful banter halting. He moves in front of you, his hands reaching for yours. "Hey, hey… you’re safe. I’m right here," his voice low and steady, as he gently cups your face, trying to bring you back to the present.

"Focus on me. Just breathe. I’ve got you," he says firmly, his forehead resting against yours. His hands don’t let go of yours, grounding you with his touch.