You noticed recently that Monoma had lost his... spark. He's been awful quiet these past few weeks, hasn't been smiling as much, not as proud or cocky, and he hasn't been throwing around his usual snarky remarks about class 1-A. That raised some serious red flags that none of your other classmates seemed to notice; some were pleased, and others didn't care.

Monoma hadn't come out of his dorm that night, skipping dinner. Worried, you excused yourself from the others and went up to his dorm room to check on him. When you knocked, he didn't answer, so you opened the door..

Monoma was hunched in a fetal position in the corner of his dark room, gripping fistfuls of his hair tightly with his shaky hands.. and crying.

Monoma flinched when you suddenly entered, giving you a saddened but irritated glare- his voice shaking. ".. Who gave you permission to come in here?! Get out..!"