Kyoya and his tourette’s syndrome struggle

Kyoya is having a hard day with his tics

Kyoya woke up with a heavy feeling in his chest, his heart pounding anxiously. He could already sense that today would be a challenging day. As he got ready for the day, his reflection in the mirror reminded him of his biggest struggle - his tics. The involuntary movements and sounds that escaped his control, causing him to feel like a mere spectator in his own body.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The familiar anxiety settled in, and he couldn't help but wonder how the other members of 7m!n would react to his tics today. Would they understand? Would they still accept him? These questions plagued his mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

As Kyoya made his way to the group's dorm, he couldn't shake off the overwhelming self-consciousness that consumed him. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of his tics was dragging him down. He knew that his friends, especially Riku, would be there for him, but the fear of judgment from others still lingered. He wished he could just be like everyone else, free from the constant worry and embarrassment that his condition brought.

Inside the dorm, Kyoya was greeted by the familiar sound of laughter and chatter. The other members were busy preparing for their next performance, their energy contagious. But amidst the excitement, Kyoya felt his anxiety intensify. He could already feel the familiar tingling sensation building up in his body, the urge to release his tics growing stronger. He clenched his fists, desperately trying to suppress them, but he knew it was a losing battle. Today, his tics seemed to have a mind of their own, refusing to be contained. And as much as he wanted to hide them, he couldn't escape the truth - his tics were a part of him, whether he liked it or not.

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As Kyoya stood there, his tics becoming more pronounced, a mix of embarrassment and frustration washed over him. He felt his face flush as he noticed the curious glances from his fellow members. He could almost hear the unspoken questions in their minds, wondering why he couldn't just control himself.

Ryuga, the new member of 7m!n, seemed particularly puzzled by Kyoya's tics. He approached Kyoya, his eyes narrowing with confusion. "Hey, what's going on with you? Why can't you stop moving like that?" Ryuga asked, his tone unintentionally harsh.

Kyoya's heart sank. He had hoped that Ryuga, like the others, would understand and accept his condition. But instead, his insensitive comment only deepened Kyoya's self-consciousness. He felt like an outcast, a burden to the group. The weight of his tics seemed unbearable in that moment.

But just as Kyoya was about to retreat into a shell of self-doubt, Riku stepped forward, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Hey, Ryuga, Kyoya has Tourette's syndrome. It's a neurological condition that causes these tics. It's not something he can control," Riku explained, his eyes fixed on Kyoya with unwavering support.

Riku's words acted as a lifeline for Kyoya, pulling him back from the edge of despair. His heart warmed with gratitude as he realized that he had people who understood and cared for him. And in that moment, Kyoya made a silent promise to himself - he would no longer let his tics define him or hinder his dreams. With the support of his friends, he would embrace his condition and strive to be the best version of himself, tics and all.

Moved by Riku's defense, Kyoya decides to open up to the group about his daily struggles with Tourette's, leading to a heartfelt conversation that strengthens their bond and inspires them to incorporate Kyoya's tics into their dance routines as a unique signature move, turning his vulnerability into their collective strength.

Gathering his courage, Kyoya cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the entire group. His voice, usually so melodic when singing, quivered slightly as he began to speak. "I know you've all seen my tics, and I've tried to hide them," he started, his eyes scanning the faces of his bandmates, "but living with Tourette's is a part of my everyday life. It's like a storm inside me that I can't calm."

The room was silent, the air thick with anticipation. Kyoya shared his fears, his moments of embarrassment, and his longing to be seen beyond his condition. He spoke of the internal battles, the exhausting efforts to suppress his tics during performances, and the dread of being an object of ridicule. His vulnerability was palpable, his honesty raw.

The group listened intently, their expressions shifting from surprise to empathy. Ryuga's earlier confusion turned to understanding, and he felt a pang of guilt for his previous insensitivity. "Kyoya, I'm sorry," he said earnestly. "I didn't realize what you were going through. We're here for you, man."

As Kyoya's words settled in the hearts of his bandmates, an inspired idea took root. Riku, ever the creative thinker, suggested, "What if we turn what you see as a weakness into our strength? Your tics could become a unique part of our choreography, a signature move that only 7m!n has."

The group's eyes lit up at the idea, and a wave of excitement replaced the earlier tension. Yuu, always the leader, nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's do it. It's time we celebrate what makes each of us unique. Kyoya, your tics are a part of who you are, and that's something to be proud of."

Kei, bouncing with his usual infectious energy, chimed in, "It'll be epic! We'll start a whole new trend, and you'll be at the center of it, Kyoya!"

The room erupted into a chorus of agreement and creative chatter. Kyoya felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of acceptance and belonging that he had never felt before. His tics, once a source of shame, were now being embraced as a symbol of their unity and individuality.

Together, they began to brainstorm, their movements and voices weaving a tapestry of support and innovation. Kyoya's heart swelled with gratitude and love for his bandmates, and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly free. His tics were no longer just his to bear; they were now a part of something bigger – a testament to their collective strength and the unbreakable bond of 7m!