Snippets of Time // Bungou Stray Dogs x Reader One-Shots

Panophobia // Atsushi Nakajima x Reader

Panophobia
    The fear of everything.

Most people would say this is an exaggeration. Most people would probably joke around and tell their buddy who was afraid of seemingly harmless things, such has heights, crowds, spiders, etc, that they were afraid of everything. And in most cases, it was an exaggeration.

But for [full name], it was far from an exaggeration.

[name] spent all her time in her apartment. She hadn't left the place in months. Her floor was littered with crumbled up papers, office supplies, yarn. It looked like the floor of a conspiracy theorist.

[name] was neurotic. She was extremely jumpy, and she was always partially distracted by something.

She paced back and forth in the small hall that went from the front door to the main room. Back and forth and back and forth. The darkest of circles were under here wide, tired eyes. She didn't sleep much. She played with her hair, gnawed at her lip, scratched at her neck, anything to distract her from her thoughts.

[name] was extremely intelligent. You could argue that her brain capacity was the cause of her current predicament. Whether it be her expansive imagination; able to think of possibilities so absurd yet so real, or it be the pattern in many humans with a high intelligence quotient, the pattern being that the more intelligent one is, the more unbalanced their mental and/or physical health becomes.

But no matter the cause, [name] was panophobic. She was afraid of everything. Even in the safety of her own apartment, she did not feel safe. But it was much better than being out there.

In a sea of people, out in the open, where anything could happen; especially in this city.

[name] started to bite her thumb nail as she paced. Anything could happen to her right now. Anything at all. She could be robbed, kidnapped, murdered, raped. Even in the safety of her own home. Though, the chances of anything happening to her were extremely low, the chances were still there.

[name] went back to scratching at her neck. She put quite a bit of pressure to her skin, her nails scraping across her now tender neck in quick, nervous movements.

She stopped moving. Her hands stayed at her neck as she held her breath. Her back was to the door, and she didn't dare turn around as she heard it unlock, the door squeaking on its hinges as it was opened slowly.

"[name]?" A soothing, comforting voice flooded the small apartment. [name] lowered her hands to her side slowly as she turned a bit.

"You're home earlier than usual." [name] always spoke like she was out of breath, yet her words were always quick and sharp, pronounced with such crispness that George Takei would have to applaud. But her voice was always breathy, wavering just above a whisper. The only time she didn't speak this way was if she was having an episode; a total mental breakdown. Her voice became uneven and high pitched. Every sentence would start at a yell and fade off as she ran out of breath.

"Ah, sorry about that," Her roommate apologized as he walked in and closed the door. Atsushi Nakajima was the one keeping [name] afloat. She never bothered to question why the man-tiger was supporting her, though, as she was always too caught up in her endless thoughts. "I hope I didn't scare you." The silver-haired boy set his keys down in the key dish before he left the small hallway and entered the main room.