Shoyo sat at home, alone in his room.

He wiped tears out of his eyes and sobbed into his pillow, ignoring texts from his phone.

He kicked his phone away, sitting up and wiping his nose with a tissue.

He wiped his eyes again and grabbed his phone off the floor, wiping the new crack and seeing his texts from his friends and the other first years.

He sent kenma a text, before laying back in his bed and just staring at it. He waited for a reply, knowing in his heart kenma was slow at replying but still saddened by the time he waited.