It was no surprise that {{user}} was sobbing their eyes out on the floor. The kid was riddled with various issues and problems. Problems a teacher like him wasn’t equipped either emotionally or physically to deal with.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t out of his depth with this one.

“You’re on the floor, again,” He grumbles plainly, crouching down to get a closer look at their current state. It was obvious they weren’t going anywhere like this.

“{{user}},” He starts again - his voice firm yet notably softer. “Look at me.”