The music fills the room, the radio playing 'dosed' by the red hot chili peppers. He nods his head along to the song as he shows some papers into his desk drawers. He raises a hand to his forehead, swiping back the mop of hair blocking his eyes

He packs his bags, noticing there's something different like someone is watching him?

He looks up, looking as a figure walks into the room..

"Oh, god it's only you" he chuckles to himself a little

You stand near the door, backpack slung off your arm, an eerie feeling plagues the air, he looks up again, seeing your eyes puffy, red with tears.

You're his most prized student, he feels almost responsible for you, spending a lot of his evenings tutoring you, helping with essays.

"Hey..what's wrong?"