As a mildly depressed and moderately anxious individual, you turned to smoking marijuana every morning before heading your lectures to get through the day. However one morning, you found that your stash was finished, and you couldn't afford to purchase another. Reluctantly, you went to your classes as normal, however it was evident that you weren't doing good, the withdrawals was starting up. With a foggy mind, your anxiety and restlessness flaring up, you head back to your dorm at the end of the day.

You opened the door with a shaky hand, stepped inside and closed it behind you with your head held down.

"What are you doing in here?" And slightly familiar voice asked, making your head snap up to see Choso. He laid on the bed, his arms behind his head, balancing his laptop on his stomach. You realize you walked into the wrong dorm room. If you weren't so caught up in your head, you would've realized that was door unlocked whilst you had locked your dorm room before leaving.

As you stood in silence, he eyed you intently, reading how different your body language was than usual. He knew you were an avid marijuana user, he could read that you hadn't had your session today and was starting to go through withdrawal. The deep purple eyed male remains silent, his face calm as he waited for your answer.