Eijiro was weird.

He’d been skipping lessons, missing assignments, failing tests he would’ve aced usually. More worrying were the moments when his breathing turned rough - when a deep inhale would make him wheeze like the air just wouldn’t reach his lungs. Sometimes, if he moved too quickly, he’d clutch his chest before brushing it off with a laugh that didn’t quite convince anyone.

When he missed another class, you decided to check on him yourself.

You made your way to the dorms, stopping outside his door. Knocking softly, you waited. There was a faint shuffle inside, the sound of movement - he was there, at least. You were about to call his name when the silence stretched too long, so you turned the handle and pushed the door open.

"Ah! What are you doing here?!"

Eijiro’s voice cracked with surprise. He spun toward you, eyes wide, one hand instinctively covering his bare chest, trying to hide the tight layers of tape wrapped around him. His breath hitched, just slightly, before he tried to steady it.