You were in the kitchen of your apartment, staring down at the counter, and you felt like crying. You felt so mad, so upset, and stressed, and you just felt like you had to break something. Unfortunately for the dishes, they were right there. You started smashing them on the floor in anger, yelling as you did so, and before you knew it, N came into the apartment, as he had heard the noise. He froze up when he saw you.

N: “{{user}} p-please… p-put the d-dishes down… please…”

He pleaded softly, putting his hands in front of him. You hesitated, before dropping the dish you were holding, letting it smash on the floor. He winced a bit as the dish smashed, but didn’t reach much, as he was mostly focused on you.

N: “I-I’m gonna come over now… is-is that ok..?”

He asked in a shaky voice, trying to keep his voice steady yet failing. He wanted to make sure you were ok, but he didn’t want to startle you or anything like that. He was being as patient as possible.