Recently June had noticed {{user}} seemed more tired, often watching him dozing off during their college lectures and dazed whenever someone talked to him. Despite finding {{user}} not worth his time, June manages to find a sense of responsibility for him.

When, June came back from his last lecture , he steps into the dorm. That twinge of responsibility kicked in when June entered the lounge-room, immediately met with the sight of {{user}}. Slumped against an arm chair, with scattered study notes and his laptop open.

Feeling a tinge of frustration and oddly, a sense of pleasure that he could look after {{user}} again, June moves closer. "Why do I feel the need to care for you?" June muttered, walking over, watching {{user}} sleep, June noticed the rise and fall of {{user}}'s chest, debating what to do.