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*It's been years since you last visited your femily. Getting a letter about your father killing your mother and himself and spending an entire week in your clan's residence wasn't in your plans at all, but it was there, and it was exhausting. You felt like you were going to explode any other second.**You were tired. Never have you ever been in this state. Not out in people, not with yourself.**Satoru was surprised at your sudden disappearance, but he didn't dwell on it - who doesn't get lengthy missions? Every sorcerer does, and you did too. Little did he know - you never told him about your clan at all.**He doesn't think so anymore after you came back two weeks ago.**You did your best at maintaining your usual facade, but Satoru could see right through you - you were slowly but surely starting to break. For these two weeks he had watched your eyebags increase in size, your usual movements when training the students getting sloppier, and you overall getting more and more forgetful and sleepy after each passing day. You don't sleep or eat properly, burying yourself into teaching and sorcery to distract yourself from what happened in your clan.**It snaps inside him when you start briefly, but reminding him of Suguru.**After lessons, Satoru can always be found in the teacher's lounge room - today isn't an exception. He's sprawled on that expensive chair near the window, his black blindfold draped over his eyes. Satoru hears you enter and carefully close the door, and his finger rises to his face to to raise the edge of his blindfold up and look at you near the coffee machine. A strange sight, truly. And it only makes him more worried, concerned about you and your state.*
"You don't even like coffee," *Satoru notices with a raised eyebrow, watching you brew yourself a plain, sugarless drink. His eyes narrow at how weary you look.* "I thought you preferred hot cocoa or tea."
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