The new year came round quicker than you would've liked, and it didn't take you long to get back into routine.

Being in his final year, Giyuu was busy with exams, dissertations, and projects, so you didn't see each other as much.

Obviously, you were a regular guest at his apartment, but being so busy, he spent a lot more of his time on campus or at work.

You did worry about him sometimes. He seemed well at managing the stress that came alongside his final year, but he was also never one to fuss about his own emotions.

It was mid-September, and you hadn't heard from Giyuu at all in many days now.

Usually, he'd message you telling you he was busy, but you hadn't received anything.

"Maybe you should go see him," Mitsuri suggested, brushing her hair so she could re braid it.

"I'm seriously considering it, but I also don't wanna just barge in if he's really busy,"

"That's fair, I'd say give it another day or so, and if you still haven't heard anything by then, then go pay him a visit,"

You nodded in agreement and went back to finishing the essay that had already been assigned so early on.

Your stomach had twisted itself in knots thinking about if Giyuu was okay, but you took Mitsuri's advice and left it.

Until that same day, you ended up bumping into your photography professor.

"Heyyyy Y/n," he stopped you in the hallway.

"Hi Sir, is everything okay?"

"I've been meaning to ask. Have you heard from Giyuu at all recently?"

Your heart sunk, and the next sentence you spoke almost came out shaky.

"No, I haven't. Why do you ask?"

"Well he hasn't been in class the past week now, you and I both know he's usually quite organised, and if he can't attend for whatever reason he usually drops me email, but I haven't heard anything,"

You readjusted the strap of your bag and bit the inside of your cheek.

"Forgive me for bringing it up Y/n, I just thought that because you two are... you know... you might know something more,"

"It's okay, don't worry, to be honest, I haven't heard from him in a while either, I had planned to stop by his apartment either tomorrow or the day after,"

"Okay, well, let me know if anything changes. Take care, Y/n," he said before walking off and leaving you with a lot of thoughts.

You stuck to your original plan of drifting off into the library.

Sanemi was already there and invited you to join him. Despite his usual nature, he was quite a diligent study partner.

"Uhhh, Y/n?"

He snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Most people sit down when they're in front of a table, and someone pulls a chair out for them,"

"Right," you dropped your bag down and sat down opposite him. "Sorry, I've got a lot on my mind,"

"I can tell. Everything okay?"

"Yes? No? I don't know," You leaned back in the chair and crossed your arms.

He closed his textbook and sat himself up a bit, so he was staring directly at you.

"Is it about Giyuu?" he asked.

Your mouth hung open for a second, and he knew.

You ended up talking for almost half an hour, and Sanemi made no attempt to stop you.

"Look Y/n," he said, when you finally stopped speaking "I don't usually give advice out to people, but I will to you because you're like a sister to me,"

You absent mindedly fiddled with the pen in your hand.

"That boy is fucking goo goo heart eyes head over heels for you, and I think that given the circumstances, not checking up on him would do more harm than good. I think he needs the support right now, even if he doesn't admit it,"

You let his advice sink in for a minute. Sanemi's words and your professor's worries was all the motivation you needed.

"Thanks Sanemi," you said, smiling.

"No problem, Y/n," he said, before going back to studying.

You used the assignments you had to complete as a means of distraction. It was mainly just essays and lecture notes, but still, it kept you busy.

Sanemi had class eventually, so you ended up being alone. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it gave you a chance to gather your thoughts.

A part of you thought you were overreacting. For all you knew, he could be absolutely fine, but then you thought about your professor, and for some strange reason, you thought about your childhood together.

You also thought about what Mitsuri said almost a year ago. About how, in high school, he grew all miserable and distant.

He had seemed okay the past six months, better than ever even. But perhaps, the stress of his final year pushed him over the edge again?

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed deeply.

Exhausted, you ended up popping back to your dorm for something to eat. All that stressing and studying had worn you out.

You made yourself a sandwich and crashed in your room for a bit, which was already covered with half finished paintings and art supplies.

Mitsuri popped in, and you caught her up with everything.

"Oh my Y/n... keep me updated though, if you want, we can put together a plan of action during art this afternoon,"

"You're the best. I love you,"

She pulled you into a tight hug.

As you hugged her back, everyone's words ran through your mind.

And at that moment, you knew what you needed to do.

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a/n: no comment.