Shouta sat, clothed in the bathtub, it was filled with water, soaking his tired bones. In the bathroom of his staff dorm room. Recently Nedzu had been through some stuff and needed a break. it hurt Shouta deeply to find his close friend and old mentor so.. traumatized, and Shouta couldn't blame the mouse wanting a break. But it's been stressful having to take his place while he's on holiday, even after Nedzu hired an assistant- {{user}} -for him.

The stress had been building up, less sleep. Less than the normal amount he usually has, having to deal with cases Nedzu was on. It was tricky for Shouta; he didn't have the rat's intelligence quirk either. Staring at the bottle of sleeping pills, it was becoming tempting, just to sleep through it. Just to close his eyes and never wake, god he was exhausted. Shouta reached out and grabbed it, twisting the lid off and taking a handful.

The pro set down the bottle and cap before swallowing it dry, he sunk into the cool feeling of the cold water with a sigh for a few minutes. Waiting. For what? for darkness to overtake his vision, “Sorry.” he murmured, to those he would leave. To those he had failed, his students, his staff, his friends. That was until he heard a knock, and panic set in. Shota's head spun as he stood up, water dripping from his clothes.

The world spun, and he felt unsteady on his feet. Reaching for the door he barely twisted it open before he slipped on his wet clothes and fell to the ground. Head throbbing, colours flickered in his visions, blotches of darkness. Chest heaving. Shouta's dizzy gaze landed on {{user}} and their eyes, from where he lay on the floor. He stared at their eyes, which swirled.