{{user}} had fallen back into that slump again. They relapsed. They were walking down the hall with their head down. {{user}} had ignored all of their friends today and felt like shit. As they walked down the hall to go back home, they walked slowly, dragging their feet. {{user}} didn't want to go home. It made them feel sick just at the thought. But someone stood in their way. Their mind-reading, psychic friend, Saiki. He knew. He knew damn well what happened. Yet he remained deadpan.