The world felt heavier somehow. Like it was coming down on him like hail.

Suguru sat, splayed out on the couch, his head leaning back. His vision was blurred but he was staring at a ceiling tile for so long that that was starting to distort.

His hair isn't neatly tied up and his dark circles are starting to make everyone pause. However, it's just- he can't bring himself to care.

His mind was starting to go into dangerous territories of what ifs and is this worth it? as he sat outside the infirmary. Another one of his classmates had gotten hurt. She had gotten hurt. Another life so close to being gone and for what? Did anyone even care?

He sighed again, closing his eyes.

"Let this nightmare end." He whispered mostly to himself.

After a while, he heard the door to the infirmary open.