"Alright." He said, choosing to ignore the bit of her basically saying he was incompetent, because it wasn't very nice to snap at a girl.
He nodded when she remarked upon his hardships, mind briefly wandering back to less peaceful times for him...
Takeru was the last one to be picked, as usual, in gym class. He always dreaded P.E class, where he was completely inept, but he still tried his absolute hardest, even when it only made things worse, he still kept trying his hardest.
Nobody really sat by him at lunch, either.
Or wanted to, for that matter, and for some odd reason, every time he tried to get up close to make friends, they always seemed to either move away, or ignore him entirely.
Even his parents seemed to be distant to him.
But he kept on smiling anyway. No matter how bad things got, he could never afford to stop smiling. Because that would make people sad, and it would disturb them. And he didn't want that. He hated that, he didn't want people to become stressed over him.
Even when it got REALLY bad...
Even when mean kids started picking on him, he tried to stand up to them, only to have to run in the process.
Even when people mocked him for his work, his pride, his joy...
He still kept trying, and he would always be smiling.
Because that made people happy, and he hated the opposite.
No matter how bad things got.
Because everything will turn out all right in the end.
"Thank you." Takeru said. If she looked closer at him, she would find that her diagnosis was not that far off.
Around his eyes, for example, were bags, clear signs of lack of sleep, and tear stains, indicating that he had been crying a lot, but those were covered by the glasses.
His right hand also had two callouses, swollen, the result of a constant writer, and the frustration of a writer's block, faint pencil lead stains could also be seen as well on his right hand.
"I'll see ya around then, Masako." He said as he walked off to go report that he had successfully done his duties, waving cheerily to her as he left. Once he was out of her sight, he sighed, smiled ruefully, and looked up at the sky.
"No more tears." He said.
Exit. Mission Accomplished. Grade: A
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