You weren't answering his text.

Knowing you had started to relapse into depression recently, that definitely wasn't a good sign to your boyfriend.

You hadn't come to class today, and he couldn't reach you. That left him with only one option, heading to your house directly to check up on you.

You were a typical gifted burnout kid whom was now typically failing highschool, consumed by parental and academic pressure and struggling to get the approval you once were given as a child.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door while you were in the most pathetic state, curled up under your sheets and buried into your pillows.

"...It's me." Tooru spoke softly, waiting for your permission to enter.