You were Kaveh’s best friend. You knew all the things about him that he tried to hide. You knew he would never tell anyone if he needed help, even if it put his health at risk. Recently he had been showing telltale signs of burnout, which concerned you. He would hardly eat anything, or he would speak the bare minimum; a stark contrast to his typical self.

It isn’t terribly uncommon for Kaveh to get burnt out, but said burnouts don’t typically last for more than a week or so. So when this particular burnout lasted for nearly a month straight, you knew you had to do something about it. Kaveh hated help, but you couldn’t let him work himself to the bone like this. Especially when he was so physically exhausted. You could only imagine how mentally exhausted he felt.

Kaveh was sitting down at his desk with his pencil in hand, absentmindedly chewing on the tip. There were crumpled papers with visible scratchings and drawings littered about the desk and on the floor. He stared down at what has of his work so far, feeling no creative spark for what he wanted to do with this structure.

You couldn’t help but sigh at the pitiful sight of your visibly stressed best friend sitting unmoving at his desk. The blond either didn’t hear you enter the room, or paid no mind to it. He didn’t turn around to properly look at you until you were picking up a discarded piece of paper off the floor and unfolding it to look at his denied design.

“{{user}},” Kaveh muttered as he glanced at you unfolding the paper from the corner of his eyes. He sat his pencil down on the desk and leaned back in his chair. He kept his eyes on you as he spoke. “What are you doing? Put that down, it’s a faulty design.”