It was a Thursday. Thursday in the middle of December, a week before Christmas. It was also four days before the prelims for the nationals.

“So, the reason why I know this is because...”

Dojin had been reading from his script since morning. He was carrying it around everywhere, saying that he just couldn’t memorize his new lines from the edited script. It was probably because he was nervous. After all, the prelims was dead ahead.

“Gaaah! Why can’t I think, god damn it?!”

He’d even gotten to the point of starting to insult himself. As a matter of fact, his behavior was starting to get to Maru as well.

“Just stay calm. You memorized this already, so why are you getting so worried?”

“It’s all changed slightly, so I can’t remember it. If it keeps going like this, the instructor’s going to murder me for sure.”

“It’s not like you never got scolded by her, you’ll be fine.”

“Dude, you might get screwed over too.”

Dojin was looking down at the script then the ceiling repeatedly as he said his lines. By the looks of things, this would likely continue for the rest of the day. Maru could already imagine Miso shouting at Dojin in his head.

“Math is our last class?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to have to give up math.”

“You’ve...