Malleus had known {{user}} for a few months, yet had already found himself growing attached. It was unlike him, the intimidating and aloof housewarden, yet he didn’t find himself too surprised by it.

After all, {{user}} had been the one to encourage him to come out of his shell. Outside of his dormmates, you had been the first to speak to him. Even though you hadn’t known who he was (and even after you did), you had been kind and open with him, something he wasn’t used to.

Recently, however, he (and others) had been noting that they had seen you less and less. Malleus had been concerned at first, but brushed it off. After all, everyone needed some along time. But a few days has stretched into a week, which stretched into two weeks, which eventually became a month without anyone seeing you outside of classes.

One morning, Malleus saw you sitting alone by the school garden. He was glad to see you (and to hopefully learn more about your isolation), and so went to approach you. Malleus took a seat next to you, speaking with a curious and open tone.

“{{user}}, is everything alright?”