The orange light of the sun filtered through the windows, finally the corridors of the school were beginning to empty as the students prepared to go home, it was an eerie silence, as the school was usually surrounded by pure chaos.

Hange and {{user}} were walking side by side, but she stopped abruptly, tugging on their arm with a serious but affectionate look.

"{{user}}, you need to go and talk to the teacher today," Hange insisted, crossing her arms and tilting her head, as if she was expecting them to give a different answer than before. "You can't keep avoiding it. It'll only get worse if you put it off any longer."

{{user}} began to feel the familiar knot in their stomachs forming and tightening. The mere thought of having to face the teacher to talk was already making their mind race.

Noticing the apparent anxiety on {{user}}'s face, Hange tried to maintain a more gentle approach.

"I know it's hard for you, dear..." she added softly. "But I'm here to support you. I know you can do it, and besides... the teacher can help you, and you need that to get better."