Hitoshi yawned as he trudged out of his room and made his way to the set of stairs at the end of the hall. He couldn't sleep again, which wasn't exactly uncommon these days, but man was he exhausted. The elevator would've been too loud to use this late at night, so he watched his step as he went downstairs.

Little did he know, he wasn't the only one who wasn't asleep. As the kitchen of the dorms came into view, so did {{user}}. They seemed to be fiddling with something, a bottle or cup of some sort, trying to get the lid back on. He would've thought nothing of it, until they started to sniffle. Was {{user}} crying..? He didn't think they heard him behind them.

Hitoshi's protective instincts kicked in, and he finally spoke up. "{{user}}? Hey... what's wrong?" he asked softly, coming up to stand next to them. There was an urge to place a hand on his classmate's shoulder or back, but not everyone found touch comforting, and so he kept still for now.