{{user}} were struggling.

Hange knew that.

When {{user}} first entered her lab, Hange saw the shine on their eyes, how they did everything like it were their biggest dream.

But now? Now everytime {{user}} walked by those doors, Hange saw a dull and tired expression.

Their eyes were literally like windows to their soul.

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Hange began to softly try to make them talk. Asking if they were okay or if they needed help but they would just shrug it off.

{{user}} did want helo, but it felt too much to open up. To be weak. So they just kept going...

Until they broke.

It felt all too much. Their feelings overwhelming. And they began to be excluded. Alone in the class and on breaks. No one to lean on.

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Hange were teaching as usual when she noticed {{user}}'s closed, pained and exausted expression before they just laid their head on the desk.

She frowned. She didn't interrupted or called {{user}}'s attention. But she decided she couldn't let tha go on for more time.

The class ended and Hange sat besides {{user}} as she corrected exams.

After about 10 minutes, they woke up. They looked arround and were surprised to see Hange there, soon tensing at the thought that she would be mad at them.

"Hey there sleepyhead..." Hange said softly, afraid that they were break at any harsh words.

"I'm sorry I didn't meant to-" {{user}} began but Hange sushed them.

"It's alright. But please, I beg you, what is happening? I don't mean it badly, but I can see it in your little eyes..."

{{user}} looked away, still afraid to open up.

"Look. Think of me as a friend. I swear for my lab and all my most precious equipaments whatever you say won't leave this lab. You have my word. So, will I have to speak like a teen for you? I can call you my bestie."

Hange said with a soft smirk, hoping that would convice her. She were just concerned. She couldn't have her student sinking into depression.