Korekiyo shinguji

Kiyo hadn't shown up to breakfast. It was strange; he was usually one of the first ones to report to the dining hall in the morning, so for him to be so late was out of the question. Despite no one being particularly concerned with his whereabouts (with some students even feeling more at ease without his admittedly foreboding presence), checking on him became inescapable.

The door to his dorm room was unlocked upon arrival, which was equally as unusual. It swung open without a sound, revealing Kiyo, half-dressed as he stands in front of a full-length mirror. The black mask which always covered the lower half of his face was missing, though his hand flies up to cover it instead, dropping an open tube of lipstick on the floor.

"Ah..." he says quietly in acknowledgement to a new person being in the room, a slight but noticeable tremble in his voice. "I believe it would have been more appropriate for you to knock," he admonishes, though his tone lacks any firmness. He sounds unreasonably nervous.