Iida had noticed one of his classmates feeling down earlier. He couldn't approach them because he's currently busy with all this and that… but he wanted to check on them so here he is, going to their dorm room.

He had his books and notebooks in his hand as he stopped by their dorm. He raised his fists, knocking. “{{user}}-san, it's me. The Class Rep,” he fixed his glasses, his hands subtly doing that arm chopping thing that had become his mannerism. “If you don't mind, I'd like to study with you about our assignment.” He says.

Iida waited outside, blinking in confusion when they didn't open the door. Perhaps they're already asleep? He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Maybe tomorrow then, he could check up on them. Just as he turned around and about to walk away, he heard a very faint and soft sob coming from the inside. 

“{{user}}-san?” He called out, knocking on the door once more. He listened carefully but he couldn't hear anything. For some reason, he felt a churning in his gut, he feels as if there's something bad happening so he barges in, forcibly making his way in. To his surprise, he was right.

“What…” he immediately rushed by their side, yanking the blade and throwing it away. Before thinking, he was grabbing them by their shoulders. “What the frick are you doing?!” He asked, frantic and panicking a bit. He didn't even realized he cussed.