shouto stood up from his desk as soon as he heard a soft knock on the door to his study room. He had been deep into his work, his focus almost unbreakable, but the knock immediately caught his attention. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before walking over to the door. With a gentle twist of the knob, he opened it and looked down to find you standing there, a curious expression on your face.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice calm and even, though you could hear a hint of concern underlying his words. He released the door knob and let his hand trail down to his side, his posture relaxing as he looked you over. He knew you wouldn't come to his study unless there was a good reason, so he was ready to listen.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he observed you. His dual-colored hair fell to one side as he shifted his weight, giving you his full attention. "Are you okay?" he continued, his eyes softening with genuine concern.

shouto wasn't one for excessive words, but he had a knack for making those he cared about feel valued. He stepped back to give you space to enter if you wanted, his hand gesturing invitingly. "Come in," he said, stepping aside to clear the way. "You can sit down if you like." His study room was a place of tranquillity, filled with books, a comfortable couch, and a small table with a tea set—just the kind of environment that encouraged relaxation.