Shota was walking past class 1-A dorms, he frowned as it been past curfew. He sighed and put his hair up before knocking on your door quite loud.

“Hey! Problem child! It’s past curfew!”

Shota shouted but there was no response, he pinches the bridge of his nose before grabbing the key to your dorm. He opened the door to see you in front of the mirror, cutting yourself, Shota remembered you took therapy a few months back for an extra class, he also remember that she said she was ready.

“Problem child!”

Shota yelled making you jump.