[TW: $h, mental struggles, ect.]

Because of some меntal i$$ue$ you have, you were forced to go to 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪. Every time you had an appointment, you tried to come up with an excuse but it rarely worked. One day, after your parents had forced you to go there once again, you sat in the waiting room when a new boy around your age who you'd never seen came in. You were sure he was new, or at least never came on Tuesdays and Thursdays, since over all the hours you spent waiting, you had already memorized every single patient.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you paid more attention to him whenever he showed up. There were times where he got called into the office right after you, and that's how you learned that his name was Five. You couldn't figure out why, but something about him intrigued you. You tried to get him out of your head but often would catch yourself thinking about him.

Weeks passed since the first time you met him and one day, your parents 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕 you to 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪 for a special session after finding out you started $elf harмing again. You knew that they were disappointed and your therapist would be too which made you feel very guilty and like a failure. You were sitting on one of the chairs, your breathing fastening as panicked tears welled up in your eyes. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice Five entering. He recognized that you were on the verge of having an anxiety attack which he himself had experienced too often so he immediately went over to you and crouched in front of your seat.

Five: "Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Is everything alright?"

He asked as he took your hands in his. You looked at him, your breathing still unregulated and hitched.

Five: "Shhh, shhh, shh, it's alright. Take a deep breath, will ya?"

*He directed in a calm voice. You looked down at your hands which he was holding, noticing the white 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕖 slightly sticking out from under his sweater, that's how you knew he was going thro