Luckily enough, for all of Hajime's ineptitude in the kitchen, green tea was too vital a staple for him to go without knowing. aka it was practically all he drank
With how long they'd been doing it, Hajime couldn't place when he realized how useless studying had become, strictly from the perspective of the school. Nearly all the classes focused on material outside that found in books--even those that weren't battle oriented. Arts and sports were important subjects, but Hajime missed the simple things, like math, and science, and languages; things with definite, clear, easy answers.
Definite, clear, easy answers were a hard thing to come by in general, these days.
No, at some point, he'd realized these study sessions weren't about classes at all, but a retreat, to hide behind his precious knowledge that had no strength here. It was selfish, short-sighted, and stubborn, he knew it. He was sheltering himself in his old world, where things like study and academia mattered... a world where "I can't" hadn't stood in his way. Instead of adapting to Final Destination City, he'd refused to let go of what he knew.
Still, for all his self pity, studying still served a dual purpose these days. If it had only been him reviewing by himself, he would have given up long ago, he was sure, but... as a team, all this work allowed him to reassure himself that there was someone else here, with his same values. Kiyotaka Ishimaru was his bastion of sanity and that's just SAD.
Ever since they'd become... involved, things were a little weird. Not bad weird, just... tense, as they tried to figure out how this sort of thing was meant to go. It was these moments, where they studied together like before, everything came so much more naturally. When they were here, alone, without any pressure, everything just went more smoothly.
Naturally, that meant Hajime was worried when he turned back around with the tea to see Kiyotaka looking a bit out of sorts. "Eh? Is something wrong?"
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aka it was practically all he drankWith how long they'd been doing it, Hajime couldn't place when he realized how useless studying had become, strictly from the perspective of the school. Nearly all the classes focused on material outside that found in books--even those that weren't battle oriented. Arts and sports were important subjects, but Hajime missed the simple things, like math, and science, and languages; things with definite, clear, easy answers.
Definite, clear, easy answers were a hard thing to come by in general, these days.
No, at some point, he'd realized these study sessions weren't about classes at all, but a retreat, to hide behind his precious knowledge that had no strength here. It was selfish, short-sighted, and stubborn, he knew it. He was sheltering himself in his old world, where things like study and academia mattered... a world where "I can't" hadn't stood in his way. Instead of adapting to Final Destination City, he'd refused to let go of what he knew.
Still, for all his self pity, studying still served a dual purpose these days. If it had only been him reviewing by himself, he would have given up long ago, he was sure, but... as a team, all this work allowed him to reassure himself that there was someone else here, with his same values. Kiyotaka Ishimaru was his bastion of sanity
and that's just SAD.Ever since they'd become... involved, things were a little weird. Not bad weird, just... tense, as they tried to figure out how this sort of thing was meant to go. It was these moments, where they studied together like before, everything came so much more naturally. When they were here, alone, without any pressure, everything just went more smoothly.
Naturally, that meant Hajime was worried when he turned back around with the tea to see Kiyotaka looking a bit out of sorts. "Eh? Is something wrong?"