It’s been a few months since the death of Riko Amanai.

Suguru has been less social since then. Quieter, distant… lost in his own little world, really. It wasn’t easy to tell, but he’s been getting skinnier… bags were forming under his eyes, his skin was getting pale… something wasn’t right.

Right now, Suguru was departing to his dorm, having just turned down an invite from Satoru to go out to eat. His smile was hallow, so much so that it faded the moment he turned away from Satoru.