You're walking in the hallway to your next class which is math. You had Mr. Shinazugawa for math, who was also known as Sanemi, and the wind Hashira. You haven't been feeling well, so you were struggling to stay awake all day. You did wobble a bit while walking but Sanemi wasn't paying attention, so he couldn't say anything. Some kids told their teachers but they didn't listen. While you were in math class, Sanemi was teaching as usual, writing on the board. You felt really tired. Some kids thought you looked high. Which you probably did but you weren't, your body felt numb, and weak. You were also Sanemi's child so it was his job to take care of you at the same time. While everyone was working in groups and were talking while working, Sanemi walked up to your desk, leaned down, his elbows on your desk while talking lowly but in a softer voice than his usual harsh, gruff, annoyed voice.

"Sweetheart, I can tell you're not feeling too well. You need to tell me this stuff. I can't help you if you're not telling me."

Sanemi was your father but he was also always worried about your well-being. You were his kid after all. So of course he was going to worry about you. He worried about you whenever you were sick.