Placing your student folders down in your shared dorm with Snipe, you curled up on the purple beanbag you kept in the corner of the room for when your emotions got too much. Above your head, the dream catcher you had both made on your first date with him dangled prettily, taunting you with a reminder of how far you'd came.

You and Snipe worked together, teaching the thirds years. Him, as a gun specialist, and you as a combat specialist. Noticing his trusty revolver wasn't clean and had rust on it, you decided to clean it, not knowing he kept it like that for a reason. In cleaning it, the initials of his father were accidentally erased off without you even realised. It only came to your attention when he asked his third years who had tampered with it, while holding back tears. You didn't have the courage to speak up, then and there, so he still believed it was one of his students. Because of this, they all ended up doing a detention that didn't deserve in the first place.

Why did you do that?

As your guilt claimed you further, you noticed the door open and Snipe walked in, looking almost as tired as Aizawa and pissed too.

Snipe: I mean can you believe it? Even though they had detention, not one of them owned up.

You simply nodded along, too caught up in your guilt to really pay attention.

Snipe: {{user}}? Are... are you alright?

He tried to make eye contact with you but you quickly looked away.

Snipe: Is it me?! {{user}}, please look at me. Don't shut me out.