A deafening tinnitus blocks out the boisterous chatter coming from the ongoing party, not far from your isolated dorm where you sit on your bed curled up, knees to your chest and face resting on your palm.

Your hazy gaze stays in the same spot, unbothered by the doors sliding up to reveal a silhouette. Iso approaches in your peripheral with a sigh. He sits beside you and leans back, arms behind his head and eyes shut.

"You can tell me, im here for you."

He mutters calmly in a soothing voice.