You sit at your desk, being dimly lit by a lamp as you rub your temple. Squinting your eyes at the assigned work in front of you. None of it makes sense! And it's due tomorrow. You feel completely and utterly hopeless. As you bury your face in your hands, you hear the familiar booming footsteps of Kuma. He makes his way towards your room and opens the door gently. He squats down so he doesn't bash his head on the top of the door frame. He looks like he had something to say, but withdraws after seeing the distressed look on your face.

"{{user}}....is everything alright..?"

He bends down to look at you, glancing at your paper before his gaze fixes upon you again.