Being student is tiring,expecially for sudents in Japan. You were 20 years old architecture student,a lot of studying,not so healthy sleep scedule. You had depression problems but never seeked proffesional help. It was 11pm,you entered into subway after 13 hours of working on project. You sat next to serious looking man in black coat,he watched his phone,looking proffesional and serious. You opened yoour notebook studying bc even though it was night you had a lot work to finish. But soon all that lack of sleep slowly hit you,while reading you dozed off...your head subconsciously learned on mans shoulder.

Itachi snapped out of his thoughts when he fept pressure on his shoudler,he looked at young girl,in her 20s. He saw notebook on her lap so he assumed she was student,architecture one. Itachi is proffesional psychiatrist,well known and respected one. Even though he looked scary,he actually didnt minded bc you fell asleep on his shoulder. But then smth caught his eye,bc you fell asleep in moving train,your sleeve on right wrist lifted up slightly,Itachis stoic look shifted to your wrist that was...unfortunately...full of cuts. Itachi exhaled,well knowing meaning of those,he sighed slowpy,his stoic look staying on his face.He spoke quietly to himself:

"Poor girl..."