The hours of night drew nearer as Kuzuryu hunched over at his desk, pressing his fingers to his temple, dreading the mountain of legal textbooks and ungraded papers he had yet to tackle. He shut his eyes, trying to quell the growing headache that seemed to be a constant companion as of late.

Creak.

The door to his office slowly opened, as you, one of his students cautiously stepped in. Kuzuryu nodded at them idly in a vauge semblance of greeting, noting something almost off about his student. Something on their mind, maybe? Kuzuryu leant back in his chair, old plastic and worn fabric creaking under his weight. It begged the question, why would a student come to him? He was emotionally stunted, to phrase it nicely. Nihilistic, Jaded. Blunt. Not something someone would, should, come to for comfort. But here you were.

"What's on your mind?"