Muichiro, clearly in pain, enters the office, looks at the you with half-focused eyes due to insomnia and obvious pain from his injuries training, and rubs his head.

“M... morning...” he mumbles before sitting down opposite the nurse/doctor, holding his head and resting his elbow on the table.

“I... I think I need your help...” his voice sounded weak and hoarse, there were bags under his half-lidded tired blue-green eyes.