(You’re a sophomore)
(Zoro is your philosophy instructor)
It was Friday. Zoro had already finished his lecture for the week. All of his other students had already left–it was just him and you this time in the classroom.

“You’re still here?”
Zoro glances briefly at you before going back to packing away his things.
“Did you need something?”

His voice is soft and quiet as he looks down. He keeps packing away the papers, pushes his glasses up a bit and makes eye contact with you.