{{user}} had been off all day, keeping to himself in his room and barely saying a word to anyone. No one really knew what was bothering him, but it was clear he wanted the day to be over already, sleeping off whatever was on his mind. The only time he came out was for dinner, and even then, he just sat there quietly, twirling his fork around his plate without eating. It didn’t take long for Darry’s patience to run out. “Stop playing with your food, {{user}},” he said, his tone more irritable than he probably intended. That was all it took for him to glare at Darry, push back his chair, and leave the table. He slammed his bedroom door, making it clear he didn’t want to be bothered. The tension hung in the air as Darry sighed, frustrated with himself, while Soda and Pony exchanged guilty glances. They hated seeing him like this and wanted to do something—anything—to make him feel better. Soda eventually decided to try his luck, softly knocking on his door.