A normal highschooler
14 years ago,
A one-year-old baby was happily playing with Lego blocks while his mother, Katen, was in the kitchen preparing tomato soup for him.
After finishing, she placed the steaming bowl near the baby and said gently, "Don't go near the soup, okay? It's hot."
But as soon as someone knocked on the door, she left to answer it. The curious baby crawled toward the soup, touched it for five seconds, got bored, and went back to playing with his Legos.
When Katen returned after dealing with the delivery, she sighed, "Ahh, that took forever. Didn't expect to sign so many papers. Now, I can finally have my tomato soup."
As she touched the bowl, she flinched. "What? Why is this soup hotter than before?" She stared at it, puzzled for a moment, then shrugged it off with a smile. "Well, soup's meant to be eaten hot anyway." She turned to her baby and said lovingly, "Isn't that right, Kubo?"
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Fourteen years later...
"Oi! Kubo! Come out of the classroom and let's play football!" shouted Sahuro.
Kubo looked up from his desk and replied, "Sorry, Sahuro, not today. I have to study."
Sahuro groaned, "Oh, come on! You've been saying that for three days straight."
Kubo sighed. "Well, I don't have a future in football, so I need to study hard if I want to be something in life."
"Che! You're no fun," Sahuro muttered before leaving.
Kubo leaned back in his chair, thinking, Ahh, dodged a bullet again. Every time I play football with Sahuro, he completely destroys me — physically and mentally. I can't handle that humiliation again.
Just then, a girl's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hi Kubo, what are you doing in the classroom? It's P.E. period."
Kubo froze. Oh, come on! he thought. Then he smiled awkwardly and said, "Oh, sorry, Aiko. Exams are coming up — only a month left — and I haven't studied a thing. So please, let me focus for now."
Aiko blinked in surprise. "Is that so? Well, good luck then. Bye!"
As she walked away, Kubo sighed. Heh, I lied to Aiko... but was that the right thing to do? He kept overthinking it until the bell finally rang, marking the end of P.E.
"Ahh, now it's music class," he muttered, groaning. "I hate this lecture."
