All of your classmates were out of the dorms. You'd all officially graduated as third years and were now officially Pro Heroes.

And yet, you couldn't seem to convince yourself to get up and leave.

Shouta was doing his final rounds of the third year dorms when he spotted you, on the floor, leaning against boxes in the empty room.

"Hey." He leaned against the doorway with soft, understanding concern labeled on his features with echoes of worry in his voice.