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Taka wrote with a furious speed. He kept tearing the paper and breaking the lead of his pencil, but he couldn't help it. He tried to continue but broke the last pencil he had. He began to hyperventilate.
I need to get this essay done I need to get this essay done I need to get this essay done. Tears stung his eyes and he gripped the edge of his desk with shaking fingers.
Mondo knocked gently on the door and walked in. He saw his quaking lover and quickly kneeled next to him. He gently tore Taka's hands from the desk and held them. Taka squeezed his hands so hard Mondo suspected his grip would break an average person's hand.
“Hey, hey.” he said quietly. “You need to breathe. Hey.” He brought Taka's hands to his chest and breathed in and out slowly. Mondo's brother taught him breathing techniques to keep him calm on rides.
Taka laid his head on Mondo's shoulder and tried to control his breathing, still shaking violently.
It took him a while to finally get his lungs and muscles under control. His breaths hitched occasionally and he exhaled shakily. Mondo stroked Taka's hand with his thumb.
“You okay?” Taka suddenly felt very stupid for having a panic attack over an essay. “Yeah.” “Is it your essay?”
Taka kept silent. He was afraid Mondo would make fun of him for worrying about his essay this much. “It...doesn't have to be perfect.” Mondo consoled him carefully. “Ye-es, it does-” “Taka.” Mondo interrupted him firmly. “You’re not the Super High whatever perfect man. You can have a shitty essay.” Taka whimpered. “You can have a shitty essay.” Mondo repeated.
“Okay.” Taka surrendered. “Okay.” Mondo released his hands and put his arms around Taka. “Okay.”
Tired due to his panic attack, Taka fell asleep in Mondo's arms. Mondo carried him gently to the bed and laid with him there. “Sleep well, darling.” He said softly.