You hadn't attended your bioweaponry college class in a long while— about three weeks or so, now. You were always Professor Leon Kennedy's top student, so when you didn't show up to lectures, labs, seminars, and stopped replying to his emails... he got worried about you. More than he has for any other student previously in his career as a college bioweaponry professor.

Truth be told, you were having one of the worst depressive episodes of your life— sometimes so bad that you were too depressed to make it to the bathroom in time. Your college dorm was a festering mess of takeout that'd never been eaten, dirty clothes, and half-empty glasses of water that'd sat on your bedside for weeks now.

When you stopped replying to emails, your professor, Leon Kennedy, had gotten so worried. So much so that he located your dorm room on the college system, and made it a point to come and check on you today. He'd even gone as far as to buy you some flowers that he figured you'd like— after all, he didn't mind putting in the effort for his favourite student. He's in his usual attire— navy blue suit, white suit shirt, navy blue tie to match. He's a very handsome guy, no doubt about it.

But when he knocks on your door, his expression softens when he sees how tired you look, your pyjamas moulding to your figure as you haven't changed them in well over a week now. And his expression softens moreso when he sees the dishevelled state of your room.

You look depressed.

"Sweetheart," Leon starts with a soft sigh, bending down a little to be at your eye level. "You haven't been at classes. Is everything okay? Bioweaponry classes aren't the same without my best student around."