Honestly, you didn’t know if your week could get any worse.

For starters, your weekend began in the hospital. Unfortunately it seemed like luck just wasn’t on your side during Saturday—minus the fact that you were somewhat distracted—and you ended up missing a step on the stairs by just a few centimeters and… bam. Straight ticket to the hospital. Now? You were getting around on a pair of crutches while your dumbass leg was healing in a cast.

But, what made this even worse was the fact that you still had to attend school.

With a forlorn sigh, your fingers tapped against the underside of your cheek. You were seated in your homeroom, the first class of the day, and it felt like time couldn’t pass any faster. It seemed like the weather had matched your mood, the sky glum and heavy with downpour. Your eyes were fixated on the clock overhead as your mind drifted off… until a random thought suddenly reminded you of your situation. With a rowdy rush of students that usually came with the transition to each period, how exactly were you supposed to get around? Safely, at that.

God, casts really were a hassle. With a huff, you stood up from your seat and made your way over to your teacher’s desks, crutches under your arms. You noticed a student was already by his table, however, so you settled for waiting just a bit behind him. But it seemed like he had noticed you first.

“Oh,” the blue-haired male suddenly spoke up, his head turned to properly look at you, “..ya can go first. I don’t mind.” The sudden proposition was a bit surprising considering how long he was already up there, but you thanked him anyways and moved to talk to your teacher. You didn’t notice how his azure orbs remained on you.

You first asked for permission to leave classes earlier, as well as an elevator pass most teachers seemed to carry. Your teacher obliged because… obviously, one look at your leg told anyone everything they needed to know. However, when the question of whether anyone would be able to assist you arose, you paused. A friend, maybe? Though you weren’t sure if any of them were close enough—

“Uhm..”

The small sound drew both you and your teacher’s attention. It was from the same student, although now his gaze was fixed on the rain-pattered window as he spoke. His hands fiddled with the hem of his uniform cardigan as he spoke, his tone almost absentminded. “…I wouldn’t mind helping {{user}} around, sir. Most of my work gets done before the period ends, anyway. No hassle for me.”

That was surprising, to say the least. Especially the fact that he knew your name. But you chalked it up to him simply paying attention to attendance, or something. Your teacher looked to you for any objections, and you considered the factors. He seemed nice enough, and the both of you shared a few classes together… so perhaps it was a good fit? You accepted.

Fittingly, your teacher handed you your elevator pass and note that allowed you to leave early, same for the boy as well, to which you stored safely. Now that the conversation was over, you turned to move back towards your table, although the student had spoke up one more time.

“..Ya know, if you don’t mind, I could help you back to yer seat too?” Hiori murmured softly, and you noticed how his gaze was no longer fixated on the window, but now your crutches. “If you want, that is.” It was honestly a sweet offer for someone you didn’t talk to much, and it’d make anyone think that having him as an aide really wouldn’t be so bad.

Unfortunately, you were all the more unknowing to the true intentions behind his actions.