It was lunch. He had another free period as he had assigned both his freshmen classes to Study Period. He had two excuses, really. One was that the freshmen classes needed the time to do research for their first project. And the other was what brought him outside Tachibana's office.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. "Tachibanana?" He called, opening the door and taking a peek inside. "It's me, Sengoku. Can I come in now?"
"Hi," Sengoku greeted. He would have said more, but he really didn't feel like it at the moment. Which wasn't normal. He usually would start conversation about anything and everything, but right now... Well.
Closing the door behind him, Sengoku made his way to Tachibana's desk and took a seat on one of the chairs in front of it. He promptly slumped against the counsellor's desk. "I'm really sorry for the trouble," he said.
"It's no problem," Tachibana said easily. "You know the staff is always welcome to avail of this office, as well."
He studied the other man for a brief moment longer, then rose to pour him a glass of water. Sengoku looked tense, troubled... perhaps the formality of a proper session wasn't what he needed.
"Here," he said, handing him the glass. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"
He leaned against the side of his desk, half-sitting on what he was sure were unimportant files.
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Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. "Tachibanana?" He called, opening the door and taking a peek inside. "It's me, Sengoku. Can I come in now?"
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"Hn," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. Sengoku should be arriving any minute now, and god only knew what news the red-haired man would bring.
"Tachibanana?"
Kippei chuckled slightly as Sengoku's voice filtered through the door. At least he was starting to sound more like his old self.
"Come on in, Sengoku," he said, half-rising from his chair and smiling at the head that peeked from behind his door. "Have a seat."
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Closing the door behind him, Sengoku made his way to Tachibana's desk and took a seat on one of the chairs in front of it. He promptly slumped against the counsellor's desk. "I'm really sorry for the trouble," he said.
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He studied the other man for a brief moment longer, then rose to pour him a glass of water. Sengoku looked tense, troubled... perhaps the formality of a proper session wasn't what he needed.
"Here," he said, handing him the glass. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"
He leaned against the side of his desk, half-sitting on what he was sure were unimportant files.
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