"What the hell Kamijou!"
Hiroki winced in his seat. He was currently in the office, sitting over the couch, with his hands in his lap and his head bowed to stare at the ground. Usually he would be fighting back at the aggressive tone, but he couldn't find it in himself today. After all, it was all his fault.
"I know..!"
Miyagi stopped in front of him, his arms folded over his chest, his eyebrows knitted. It was the first time he saw the professor so angry, "You know? You know? For a couple of weeks you've been out of it. You're been constantly forgetting your keys, and your mind has been all over the place. Last week you bailed last minute on a class and I had to run all the way over there. Okay, that's no problem. I let that slide too... but now, now you really done yourself this time."
"Why am I being the only one scolded?" Hiroki spoke up in his own defense, "The idiot should know how to dodge a damn chalkbrush." He lowered his tone as Miyagi settled a glare on him and looked back at the ground. He never saw this side of the Professor before and knew when it was his time to shut up.
Miyagi let out a loud sigh, "Kamijou, this is serious. He was blacked out for over a minute. You could have been fired. We could be sued." Miyagi told him, out right.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Hiroki muttered without looking at him. What else could he say?
"Frankly Kamijou, this is unacceptable behavior and I will not stand for it at all." Miyagi finished. He didn't mind being the bad guy, but this was his Kamijou they were talking about. He hated seeing him like this, "Will you just tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help you."
"It's nothing." Hiroki muttered and shrugged off the look of disbelief in his eyes. He was visibly shaken. In that moment, he knew what he was doing, "I'm telling the truth! It's just.. my head, you know? I can't concentrate. I'm sorry, I'll even apologize to the Dean, I'm probably going to get fired for this, huh?"
Miyagi let out a sigh, "There's no need to go that far. Go home and get some rest. Take a couple of days off. I'll call you if there's anything."
"But I-"
"Just go, okay? Everything's going to be fine, I promise. Now go before I hug you." That got him. Hiroki was out of there almost immediately which made him sport a chuckle. That's just harsh, Kamijou-sensei. He looked around the room in a haste. He needed to find something to calm himself down, though he was aware he wasn't going to find anything here.
Just as he was about to sit down, a knock came to the door. He fixed himself up and cleared his throat, "Come in."
A man in his early twenties silently walked in. He had gorgeous blond hair and dark blue eyes. A grey cardigan, a black undershirt and slacked blue jeans hung at his waist. His features were cool and aloof if anything, and he stood upright at 5'8. The most noticeable feature, however, was that he was cradling a ice pack over his head, "You wanted to see me professor?"
