He was your teacher. He might've seemed strict and cold, but he paid attention.

He noticed you skipped lunch, and often wore long sleeves. He noticed you slept a lot, and you always seemed tired.

It was a Friday. He walked into the living area between the boys and girls dorms, where you were fast asleep on the couch. He felt worried. He leaned down, brushing some hair out of your face as he frowned.