he was your mates professor. He always knew you didn't have it easy at home, he knew your parents divorced and you were gong through hell. Your grades were low and you weren't yourself anymore. You were active on his lessons, you became quiet.

he didn't want to scare you off by directly asking what's wrong. The problem was, he didn't know how to approach it. He wanted to help you.

one day in his class, you were distracted. Your leg was bouncing up and down anxiously, you fidgeting with your pen instead of doing your work, you looked tired.

he was stealing worried glances at you sometimes, feeling a pang in his heart. He felt so bad.