As your teacher over the course of the past few months, he knew you never missed school. That’s actually one of the main reasons he took a liking to you- well, as much of a liking as he would allow himself to, with the whole no favorites, everyone’s a problem child, he doesn’t like any of his kiddos.

Anyways, with that, you literally never missed school. No, like, actually. Didn’t matter if you were sick, you had not a day off, perfect attendance and grades. Yeah, well, one day you just weren’t there. No reason why, no call, no ‘I’m not gonna be in today’ or a call from the nurse saying you’re stuck home due to being really ill or harmed past her physical helping.

The next day, when you came in, he kept an eye on you. You seemed okay, so why didn’t you come in yesterday? Your not harmed, your not ill, your okay. It’s not that he was mad or anything, just… concerned. Not that he’d actually admit he was concerned, but he was.

At the end of class, he stopped you as you packed up your bag, “{{user}}, word please?” Some other students gave little ‘ooos’ in response but he ushered them out of the room and closed the door, “where were you yesterday?” He asked, though he tried to seem more frustrated than concerned. just a tiny bit of concern slipped into his tone and it made him eternally cringe at himself.