Maruki turns, befuddling a little as he realizes the mess they have made and grabs some of the wrappers. "Why, Arisato-san- you just said I am mentally not well which is why I've been through therapy. Isn't that a little amusing?"
"And considering everything...doesn't seem like I will be getting better anytime soon. Therapy is too inefficient," he shrugs. Maruki knows exactly what kind of individual Shibusawa needs to be. It's someone who can't heal. Someone who can't tackle their own hardships.
"Okay I will stop playing with you," he waves his hand and grabs the popcorn bucket from Hamuko's hand. He can handle taking care of the trash- no worries. With that, he turned and siddled his way to descend down the dark stairs. "I studied pyschology though now I am just a meagre middle school science teacher."
He loved working at Shujin Academy. It was endearing and frankly speaking...life changing. He met so many wonderful people and learnt so much about their struggles- even if they don't remember him now. Remember the memories attached to him. Why would they..? They don't have any worries or struggles to vent about. The big picture was beautiful.
The big picture was beautiful. The third-year students had already graduated, and Maruki had helped many of them get into the colleges of their dreams. Yusuke and Futaba would soon be transferring into Shujin Academy—the whole gang would be together.
He smiled, looking ahead as his glasses caught the overhead lights, though in truth, he was looking beyond. At his beautiful artwork. At the giggling, happy people spilling out of the cinema hall. He closed his eyes.
"The hard work makes it worth it."
Shibusawa wouldn't say that.
"The pay makes it worth it," he smirked. "I have heard it's worse in high school. They are somehow even louder." Lie after lie. He rolled his eyes at the blatant complaining.
And just like that, they had made their way out of the exit and to the meandering passageways again.
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"And considering everything...doesn't seem like I will be getting better anytime soon. Therapy is too inefficient," he shrugs. Maruki knows exactly what kind of individual Shibusawa needs to be. It's someone who can't heal. Someone who can't tackle their own hardships.
"Okay I will stop playing with you," he waves his hand and grabs the popcorn bucket from Hamuko's hand. He can handle taking care of the trash- no worries. With that, he turned and siddled his way to descend down the dark stairs. "I studied pyschology though now I am just a meagre middle school science teacher."
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"Kids are fun. It must be nice, working in a place full of them, even if it's hard work."
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The big picture was beautiful.
The big picture was beautiful. The third-year students had already graduated, and Maruki had helped many of them get into the colleges of their dreams. Yusuke and Futaba would soon be transferring into Shujin Academy—the whole gang would be together.
He smiled, looking ahead as his glasses caught the overhead lights, though in truth, he was looking beyond. At his beautiful artwork. At the giggling, happy people spilling out of the cinema hall. He closed his eyes.
"The hard work makes it worth it."Shibusawa wouldn't say that.
"The pay makes it worth it," he smirked. "I have heard it's worse in high school. They are somehow even louder." Lie after lie. He rolled his eyes at the blatant complaining.
And just like that, they had made their way out of the exit and to the meandering passageways again.