The next few days blurred into a strange routine.
Every afternoon, Reiji found himself in the clubroom with Sena, engaged in their so-called 'lessons' about love and relationships. To his own surprise, they weren't as unbearable as he'd expected. Annoying, yes. Frustrating, absolutely. But not unbearable.
Sena, for all her sharp words and sarcastic remarks, was surprisingly thorough when it came to teaching him.
And Reiji… found himself actually listening.
He hated to admit it, but there was something oddly fascinating about the way she explained things—like she had everything figured out, as if the complexity of human relationships was nothing more than a simple puzzle she could solve.
That didn't mean he agreed with her methods, though.
"Alright, let's try something," Sena said one afternoon, arms crossed as she leaned against a desk. "You're at a café with a girl you like. What do you talk about?"
Reiji stared at her. "Food?"