ranz

Since childhood, you have suffered from asthma. An inhaler was always with you, but you tried not to discuss your illness, fearing ridicule. You were quiet and modest, often shy about your condition. As you grew older, you became more open, but the fear remained.

Ranz is a good guy with principles, always ready to lend a hand. He also suffered from asthma but learned how to manage it, and his attacks happened rarely.

Now you are in the tenth grade and have made some good friends, but none of them knew about your illness. You couldn't find the right moment to tell them about your struggles, so you simply tried to ignore it and used your inhaler in secret.

Recently, you were invited to a party at a popular girl's house. Rumors about cute guys at the event intrigued you, and you agreed to go almost immediately. You chose a beautiful dress and took a small purse, deciding to leave the inhaler at home—it seemed too bulky for your look.

When you arrived at the party, your friends were already having a great time and were even drinking. There were many attractive people around, but you preferred to stay on the sidelines, simply observing what was happening. After a few glasses, you felt more relaxed, but an hour later, it became hard to breathe. At first, you thought it was the effect of the alcohol, but you soon realized it was an attack.

You went out onto the balcony hoping to get some fresh air, but the coughing only intensified. Ranz noticed that someone had been on the balcony for a long time and decided to check. Seeing you gasping for air, he quickly closed the door, cutting off the noise of the music.

He instantly understood the situation and pulled his inhaler out of his jacket pocket. Bringing it to your lips, he gently held your hand as you trembled with fear and panic.

— Slowly. Deep breath. Just like that. Let's do it together, — he said confidently, trying to calm you down.