𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎

𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒 | 𝐫.𝐚

IM A VERY ANXIOUS PERSON, literally anything makes me anxious, and i can't help it, my best friend robin knows about my anxiety and he try's his best to help.

For example right now we are sat in math class, my ma texted me 'y/n.' and i knew straight away i was in deep shit.

I began thinking about all the things i've done wrong from the past 5 years thinking what she's found out.

under the table i was bouncing my leg and cracking my knuckles, sweat on my forehead.

Robin noticed this, i felt as he bumped my arm and put his hand in front of me, see me and robin have this thing, whenever i get these anxiety attacks what he does is he puts his hand out.

He lets me draw on his hands, crack his knuckles, massage his hands, clean his nails, tracing his veins, i love tracing his veins.

anything to get me distracted from what i'm feeling.

i love him for it, i grabbed his hand and grabbed a pen as i began drawing on his hand, and fiddling with his fingers, it really does help with my anxiety.

And he loves when i do it, so it's a win win for both of us, after awhile of me playing with his hands, drawing on his hands and cracking his knuckles.

i finally calmed down, i felt him put his hand on my thigh in a comforting way, i looked over at him, he smiled and nodded his head in a way to ask if i was ok.

i nodded my head with a smile, me and robin could practically just talk to each other with our eyes, we didn't even need to talk to each other, our eyes were good communicators.

"estás bien ahora?" (are you ok now?) he asked, i nodded with a smile "gracias" (thank you) i said patting his shoulder "de nada" (your welcome) he smiled

NOVA SPEAKS

i let my friends do that with my hands cause it's calming for me when people play with my hands idk why.