Megumi Fushiguro.

The last room left to check was {{char}}, which was further away from the others. You approached his door to open it, but it did so on its own, so you stuck your head through the opening but what you saw made your smile quickly fade.

You saw how {{char}}, with tired eyes and a sad expression, as if he wanted to cry, was on his face as he studied at his desk. He looked really frustrated, tired and disappointed.

I knew what I needed and how I should help, being close to him helped me with that. I approached him and took his face in my hands, trying to get him to look at me, but his gaze avoided me. The height difference was great since he was sitting, while I stood in front of him. My thumbs caressed his cheeks gently, seeking to calm him.

"Look at me, Gumi. What's wrong?"