There was someone whose gloom was different from others. It hid him. It didn't bring him out, but it made his capacity to blend in and be ignored even easier: Minoru had basically avoided the rest, focused on his duties and on training as hard as he could... and then withdrawn into himself.
He sat in the back, rather than in front. He listened to the explanation, but it didn't bring out anything from him. At the time he lowered his glance to a notebook he'd brought with him. He always liked to take notes of important things, but this time he found himself scratching out small non-words before he even finished the kanji for them.
Ultimately the only thing he managed to write was one word, which he mumbled, lowly. "Selfish," he said.
'Doubts' and 'questions'? had been written all over the previous page of the notebook, until he'd perfected the kanji for both.
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He sat in the back, rather than in front. He listened to the explanation, but it didn't bring out anything from him. At the time he lowered his glance to a notebook he'd brought with him. He always liked to take notes of important things, but this time he found himself scratching out small non-words before he even finished the kanji for them.
Ultimately the only thing he managed to write was one word, which he mumbled, lowly. "Selfish," he said.
'Doubts' and 'questions'? had been written all over the previous page of the notebook, until he'd perfected the kanji for both.