You had just recently been diagnosed with POTS, which is why you became more isolated and shut off, ashamed of it. You even stopped training for turf war and ranked because of it.

But, of course, your best friend Emperor ended up finding out either way. He caught on after catching in the start of a seizure.

“Hey, hey, see my fingers?” He asked after you woke back up, wiping the drool from your mouth with a napkin and carefully sitting you up. "Are you okay...? I got really worried.."