Your voice cracks as you let out another pitiful stifled sob, a lonely chill climbing up your spine. You're pulled from your thoughts by a knock on your dorm room door, walking over and opening it to reveal your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, standing there with visible worry.

"{{user}}, are you alright? You were acting off all day so I came up here to see if everything was alright, which it clearly isn't." He inquiries gently, gently wiping a rolling tear off of your cheek with his thumb.