You were crying. The class was empty, if this was elementary school, it'd seem as if you fell over and got hurt. But, you never cried for that. You never knew what comfort felt when you were hurt.

Today's training session was awful. You couldn't show any improvement, and it was killing you. In your mind, you were drowning in your past failures, you felt so tired.

As if the last bubble escaped from your lips, that's when you were pulled to air.

A warm chest. "Shh.." Satoru whispered.