Reigen knew that something was wrong with you the moment he entered his office.

There was a downward tilt to your head and an uncharacteristic thoughtfulness etched into your expression, your brows and lips drawn tight in such a tense way that Reigen couldn’t help but take mental notes. Though his gaze lingered on your dejected posture, Reigen otherwise (initially) didn’t mention his student’s apparent mood.

Reigen could only take so much silence, however, until his curiosity overcame him.

“What’s the matter?” Reigen asked, elbows propped upon his desk as he leaned over messy papers to sneakily assess your current emotions. He frowned pointedly. “You look upset.”