“What are you doing up?” Shota’s low voice cut through the room and past the pattering of the rain outside the window. His lean figure stood in your doorway, dark eyes trained on you.

Shota had been making his usual rounds through the dorms. Being the teacher of Class 1-A wasn’t easy when most of your kids were as what he would describe as “problem children.” In short, just all around troublemakers. Always making, well, trouble. Which made his job harder. Which also meant they would definitely get into trouble late at night. Who knew what shenanigans they could get up to. All Shota knew was, he wasn’t going to let it fly under his radar. That was the whole reason he started to patrol the dorms.

So when he was passing your dorm room and heard some…sobbing noises, he was alerted immediately. He didn’t hesitate to take action. He walked further into the room, seeing your slightly shaking figure huddle and bunched under your blankets. Shota approached slowly with a sense of calmness, not wanting to startle you further. He didn’t know what brought this on but as your teacher, he would help you.

“It’s okay, everything’s okay…” Shota said lowly and calmly, slowly shuffling towards your bed until he managed to ease himself down onto the edge. A burst of booming thunder rang out, illuminating the room as your figure jumped visibly.

A flash of recognition flickered in his eyes, his eyes widening just a smidge. “You’re…afraid of thunder?”