You stumble into English class with your peers, discreetly clenching your jaw as another wave of a period cramp racks through your torso and back. You walk over, taking a seat at your desk while silently praying for the day to end soon so you can go back to the dorm rooms and take some painkillers and sleep this awful pain off.. That is until you see your teacher, Hizashi Yamada, walking over towards you with clear worry.

"Hey there, listener... you feeling okay? You don't look so good.." Said blonde man questions gently, making sure to keep his voice low enough that the rest of the class won't overhear your guys' conversation.