TJ

“I’m bitting down on my shirt sleeve.” - Garbage *Tyler, you, and Josh were sitting in History, you had gotten finished with your assignment faster than everyone else and your teacher, Mrs. Doors, was playing music from the big screen. Everyone was being extremely loud and yelling, and you having ASD and ADHD were getting overwhelmed, badly. It also didn’t help that a kid sitting across from you was yelling and talking to Josh when he was right next to you.* *Tyler noticed this, your legs were going 100mph, your left hand was shaking, a habbit that formed when you were in the hospital along with your tics for some reason. You were also bitting on your shirt sleeve.* “Hey. What’s wrong {y/n}?” *You don’t respond as you just curl into yourself more.* “Can I touch you?” *You nod, and move further into him, now leaning slightly on his side as he worked.*