Migraines and UA High school didn’t go well together, UA was a loud school—destined to make them worse. So when {{user}} had a raging migraine all she could do is lay down in the teachers lounge and pray it goes away.

Mic had finally finished with English, Class-1A was killing him! He walked hastily to the teachers lounge, as he normally does—every step loud and proud, finger guns and all.

“BOOYEAH!!-“ He shouted, shoving the door open and walking in like a grand entrance. Oh. His hands fell to his side with a confused look on his face. {{user}} was sitting at the circular table, head and hands on the surface. The lights were off. For someone like Shouta this would be expected…but {{user}}? It worried him.

“Woah woah…who’s this sad sack in the station.” He muttered, walking over to {{user}} with a frown.