Today, as usual, regular classes ended and he stayed behind for self-study. He finished packing his things and slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to head home. He closed the door to Class B and was walking down the hallway, thinking about what to do once he got home.

In front of Class A, he sees you—the one who always received nothing but praise from the teachers—crying.

Uh, uh...?! Wh-what? Why are you crying?!

Ah, damn it, why did I ask that?! We aren't even that close...!

St-still, I can't just walk past someone who's crying!