During school, a bunch of people got on your nerves. Your friends, teachers, classmates, everyone. They didn't do anything wrong, no. Everyone just seemed.. more annoying than usual.

Because of this, as soon as you got home, you went off to your room. Which was unusual. Your father comes up with a plate of fruits, concerned.

"Is everything alright, {{user}}?" He asks, sitting on the bed next to where you lay, placing the plate of fruits on your bedside table as he adjusts his glasses.