Asuka acted strange lately.

She isolated herself. Barely spoke nor looked at anyone.

She rarely ate, instead sitting by herself and staring down at her hands as if they held the secrets to the universe.

One night, while you were in your room studying for an upcoming exam, you heard a rather meek knock to your door. In came Asuka, who-- uncharacteristically-- looked empty.

"Asuka? Is everything oka--" thump.

Her head rested on your lap, seated between your legs. She held onto your legs, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs.

"You don't hate me, do you?" She mumbled. "Please don't leave me."

She croaked out a sob, an uncharacteristically weak sob, clinging to you.