Devastated, the perfect word to describe him. Gone were the shining smiles and the proud stride. He was reduced to a lowly piece of crap, all balled up on this couch, with the lights in the staff room dimmed. He blamed that he didn't wear his contact lenses earlier. His eyeglasses actually aren't fit for his current acuity, but he chose to wear it for this on an emergency case at that. If only he had his contacts on, perhaps he could've seen clearer. Maybe he didn't commit that dreadful mistake. And to think there were colors involved. Man, he wasn't COLOR-BLIND in the first place to mistake blue for pink!
As he was bowing down, something wet his knuckles which were folded neatly in front of him. He inspected it. Was it tears? Yes, tears... his primary sign of weakness. Now that he thought of it, when did he last cry? He tried his best to wipe them immediately but it was useless, as they formed spontaneously at the edges of his eyes. Blink. Tears. Another blink, more tears. He closed his eyes to prevent them from forming further. But he can't help it.
At the lapse of five silent minutes, the door opened. Cue in the female's voice obviously worn out from her work.
"O-oh. Ho-horikita-san." He mumbled in recognition as he straightened up from his hunched form on the couch. Thank heavens he wiped his eyes a few seconds back. He let his eyes slip to the side before responding, "Yes, I am alright." He tried to hide a quiver in his voice, plus the fact that he cried not so long ago.