[It's also important not to set up unreasonable expectations.
Perhaps, years ago, he might have grown up to be a gold-star worthy student that even Mitsuru would lavish praise upon, and become the eternal rival of the resident boxing champion, but that wasn't the case. He doesn't see the need for it (not for himself, at least; everyone else had damn near well accomplish something with their lives, and that usually entailed sitting through hours of lecture and group work. Shinjiro doesn't really have much of a legitimate reason to dislike school now, outside of old habits and insecurities that don't know what to make of themselves here, and the idea his presence here might be a single footprint on the sand, easily washed away and forgotten, has never really bolstered his motivation. Regardless, his pessimistic stubbornness makes him cling to it. Though maybe in six or seven months some of that will be nagged out of him. He'd still rather spend his time working odd jobs in Saggitarius and feeding the stray animals he has the delight of coming across.]
That's the idea.
[Not that he particularly agrees with it. Not that he cares what other people do—they can go to school if they want—but seems a bit unnecessary given the precarious circumstances. That, at least, is one thing he and Junpei have in common. He turns on his heels and slowly starts to walk towards the café. If he had known this was going to happen, he would have worn his coat; the pockets in this jacket aren't even close to deep enough for his hands to settle comfortably in. He's not even dressed for the occasion.]
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Perhaps, years ago, he might have grown up to be a gold-star worthy student that even Mitsuru would lavish praise upon, and become the eternal rival of the resident boxing champion, but that wasn't the case. He doesn't see the need for it (not for himself, at least; everyone else had damn near well accomplish something with their lives, and that usually entailed sitting through hours of lecture and group work. Shinjiro doesn't really have much of a legitimate reason to dislike school now, outside of old habits and insecurities that don't know what to make of themselves here, and the idea his presence here might be a single footprint on the sand, easily washed away and forgotten, has never really bolstered his motivation. Regardless, his pessimistic stubbornness makes him cling to it. Though maybe in six or seven months some of that will be nagged out of him. He'd still rather spend his time working odd jobs in Saggitarius and feeding the stray animals he has the delight of coming across.]
That's the idea.
[Not that he particularly agrees with it. Not that he cares what other people do—they can go to school if they want—but seems a bit unnecessary given the precarious circumstances. That, at least, is one thing he and Junpei have in common. He turns on his heels and slowly starts to walk towards the café. If he had known this was going to happen, he would have worn his coat; the pockets in this jacket aren't even close to deep enough for his hands to settle comfortably in. He's not even dressed for the occasion.]