You messed up, you messed up, you messed up.

You barely passed, just a thread away from failing.

You sat in your bed, report card at hand. This wasn't what you expected to be your grade, were you not good enough?

Gojo entered your room, before stopping at the doorway, he didn't seem to expect you to be in such a state. “Hey, you okay?” He sat down on the bed, looking at you with concern. “Sorry, bad question, you are definitely not okay. Wanna talk about it?”