Fierce in appearance but a gentle, soft soul at heart, Y/n carries a dual nature that often leads others to misunderstand her true character. Her father, recognizing the toll this has taken on her, convinces Y/n to move to the serene island of Pulau...
So What if Y/n is able to make friends, but her social anxiety frequently holds her back in certain situations. This internal frustration continues to build up, causing her to become increasingly overwhelmed. Eventually, the accumulated stress leads to a breakdown, where she deals with her bottled-up emotions in the wrong way.
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𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙧struck Y/n once again, leaving her frozen in time as she stared at a student acting as the librarian. Her breathing slowed while her heartbeat sped up, and her mouth suddenly dry. Heat coursed through her body as she gripped her textbook tightly. She felt the familiar, overwhelming sensation of panic creeping in, threatening to engulf her entirely. Duri, sensing her distress, blinked slowly.
"Just give the book! That's it! BOOK! Nothing to say!" she thought desperately, her (e/c) eyes wide with anxiety.
The librarian student, a lanky boy with a nervous smile, cleared his throat and extended his hand further. "Uhm. Your book, miss?" he asked awkwardly, his voice a mere whisper in the silence of the library.
Y/n's fingers dug into the book's cover, her knuckles turning white. She wanted to move, to speak, but her body refused to obey. The tension was unbearable, and she could feel the stares of other students prickling her skin.Duri stepped in, his presence a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. He gently took the book from Y/n's grip and handed it to the student with a reassuring smile. "Sorry about that! Here you go. Let's go, Y/n. Abang Gempa is waiting."
Y/n felt a mixture of relief and shame wash over her as Duri's hand intertwined with hers, his touch grounding her. He led her stiff body away from the scene, his happy demeanor a stark contrast to her inner turmoil. She managed to mutter weakly, "Sorry, Duri."
Duri chirped back, "It's okay, Y/n! You tried."
"No... It's not fine, Duri. You're such a good friend. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not worthy of being your friend. I keep freezing up. Everyone else keeps stepping in. I'm so useless..." Y/n thought, her inner turmoil growing with each step. The weight of her social anxiety and failures continued to build up, pushing her closer to the edge of insanity. She forced a weak smile, squeezing Duri's hand in a feeble attempt to comfort herself.
They soon met up with Gempa, who stood waiting with his usual calm and collected demeanor. The older brunette boy greeted them with a warm smile. "Hey, you two. Everything alright?" he asked, his voice steady and reassuring.
