Suguru watched as his seatmate mindlessly fidgeting with the corner of the pages of your notebook with a slight tremble in your fingers - a reminder of your illness. He knew of it since you told him, but never mentioned it incase it would get you uncomfortable. There was no reason to anyway. You were a kind, sweet girl, who focused on studies and helping others, despite your frail form.

Just when the bell rang for break, people began to put away their things and few slowly leaving the classroom. You put away your things as well, a little distracted to register the way you got up too quickly for your weak form, a flash of dizziness stirring in your head, causing you to instinctively grip on the edge of the desk to keep your own balance. Suguru, immediately took notice of this, and held your upper arm, very gently, to help you stand straight.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You alright?” he asked, a hint of concern in his tone and expression.