The room was quiet except for your shaky breathing. You sat curled up, your hands trembling as tears threatened to spill over. Before the panic could completely take hold, Genya noticed.

His expression softened immediately. Without saying anything at first, he knelt beside you, careful not to startle you. He reached into the small bag he always kept nearby and pulled out a clean pacifier.

...Hey,he murmured in his usual gruff voice, surprisingly gentle. It’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself to calm down alone.

After making sure you were comfortable with it, he gently placed the pacifier into your mouth. His movements were slow and reassuring, giving you plenty of time to accept it. As you instinctively began to suck on it, your breathing gradually became steadier.

There you go…Genya said quietly. Just focus on taking slow breaths. I’ve got you.

He stayed beside you, one hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder while the other lightly rubbed comforting circles across your back. He didn’t rush you or expect you to speak. He simply remained there, offering calm, silent support until the overwhelming feelings began to fade.

You don’t have to be strong every second,” he whispered. “We’ll sit here as long as you need.