Okay. So #studyblrs get real isn’t trying to offend anyone. I’ve gotten some anon messages that are really rude and I’ve just straight up deleted them.
#studyblrs get real is just that, we’re getting real. I’ve rewritten my notes to be aesthetically pleasing one time. Uno. Ein. Yeah that’s the only languages I know one in.
The studyblr aesthetic isn’t most people’s real life studies methods. It’s some people’s, and I want to congratulate those who manage to keep the aesthetic up.
But honestly, it’s not real life. Real life is being up at 2 AM, surrounded by four empty cups, Rice Krispies Treat wrappers, and a pizza box with just pizza crust in it, and grease marks on your paper. Real life is not having time to make these AMAZING and GORGEOUS notes, because you’re studying for the grade, NOT the notes.
People say you just need to “study” to be a studyblr, but why is it only the MUJIs, the Mildliners, and the Staedtlers get reblogged? Why doesn’t the pictures of sloppy, coffee stained notes get reblogged? The rain drenched crinkled notes that don’t get rewritten. The notes with more scribbles than legible writing.
Underneath is why I think that #studyblrs get real needs to become popular, and fast, which has been taken from what I said in a conversation with @universi-tea where the idea for #studyblrs get real came up.
Teens that are growing up may not know what they’re facing, because aesthetic studyblr makes it look like sunshine and lollipops.
“I’ve been through things that will commonly happen. I’ve been rejected by my dream school, and I’ve cried at 4 AM in the morning because my fourth SAT scores weren’t high enough to meet requirements after months of studying. I’ve taken AP classes. I’ve graduated.
Your high school/college/university experience may have been different, but mine was a rude awakening and I’m trying to prevent others from crashing and burning like I did. I was an all A student in high school, even with AP classes. I graduated fifth in my class with 25 credits from AP scores, in which my school only offered seven AP classes.
My first test in uni was a 38 in Business Calculus. A fucking 38 out of 100. I remember it very vividly (Thursday night, and the Blacklist was on.) It was like someone was trying play a joke on me because I had NEVER gotten that low of a test grade before. I remember looking at my scores, and the sense of dread settling into the pit of my stomach. I cried, and then called my old AP Bio teacher (idk why now that I think about it) I had a panic attack, and I was by myself (lived alone.) Those two are very dangerous. My next test score was a 51. Rinse, and repeat.
Do you know how worthless I felt? How long my mom yelled at me after I called her? How my friends reacted when they found out? I went and had a four hour conversation with the professor, who told me that this was the most common thing he saw in a class with freshmen in it. That they come thinking that they’re prepared and they are by no means prepared. I had to go to tutoring. For every single class but one. This was so fucking embarrassing. I had gone from the tutor in HS to the tutored in Uni.
My best friend went to the North Carolina School of Math and Science. Extremely prestigious, and extremely hard. “It’s like taking uni classes when you’re 16, 17, and 18, but you don’t get credit for them as college classes.” I’ve known my best friend since I was 10-ish. She’s the most level headed, and the smartest person I know. She calls me frequently, crying, because the work load. She spent a whole week with me trying to get over one failing grade.
This embarrassment, this shame and lack of self worth I experienced in uni is something I NEVER want ANYONE to experience. I’m trying to prevent these people younger than I am from feeling this way, because I had sunk into a depression because of grades. Grades that could’ve been prevented, had I known the truth.
Sure, the studyblr aesthetic may work in some people’s lives, but in college/uni, you’re being pulled in so many directions. I don’t know of a single person in any of my classes that have gorgeous notes. Hell, I don’t know anyone who can even afford to buy nice planners, or buy fresh fruit. Being “a broke college student” is entirely legit.
But all this aside, if you’ve managed to live out the studyblr aesthetic in university and keep up your grades, you better be DAMN proud of yourself. I’m not trying to make anyone mad. This is the reality most of us experience. It’s the honest truth, and I had to find out the hard way. I just don’t want anyone else to find out the hard way, either.“
That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.
The hot weather in January and the start of February totally threw me off! I don’t have a gym membership so I can’t run around the block when it’s 42 degrees C (107 F) at the risk of heat stroke! 🔥🔥🔥 Totally makes you feel like doing nothing.
MY WEEKLY STUDY TIPS
WHAT I WISH I’D KNOWN BEFORE UNIVERSITY STUDY TIPS SERIES
Summary: You and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same
university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally
admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an
exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to
The next few days were trying. Confusion and pain swallowed
up your thoughts as you watched Taehyung try his best at being overly happy,
smiling widely whenever you caught his eye but his face dropping solemn as soon
as he thought you weren’t looking. Jungkook was also doing his hardest to pull
you out of the mess of your worries, but you sunk deeper every time you saw
Taehyung’s pen stop midsentence in class, his eyes blank as he stared at the
desk, or when you brushed his hand slightly with yours when you were walking
together, and he’d subtly recoil at your touch. He was fragile, and it only
strengthened the urge to pull him close in solace.
No matter how many times you told him that he didn’t have to
put on a front, he continued to say that nothing was wrong. But he talked too
much, too quickly, and he never quite met you in the eyes when he said he was
okay. Instead, he let his pale orange hair shadow his face, bottling up his
emotions once more.
“He just doesn’t seem to understand that it’s okay to be
upset,” you whined, digging your toes into the carpet and letting your arms
flop to your sides in defeat.
You were round the boys’ house, but the only people there
were you and Jungkook, as Jin and Namjoon had gone home for the weekend and
Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. Sitting on the sofa with only a few lamps to
light the room and a film playing in the background, it was the perfect setting
for romance. However, once the topic of Taehyung came up, you couldn’t stop yourself.
“I really don’t want him to be suppressing how he feels. Tried
and tested that one, and I can confirm it
doesn’t work. Obviously, I’m not going to force him to talk to me if he
doesn’t want to, but I wish he’d stop pretending.”
“You know, you don’t have to be Taehyung’s personal carer,”
grumbled Jungkook, helping himself to a third plateful of food from the array
of dishes on the coffee table. Although he kept his expression blank, you’d
come to recognise the signs of his different emotions. They weren’t obvious,
but his ‘pissed off’ signals were a fire in his eyes, the slight straightening
in his back, and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, all of which he was
showing at that moment.
Stretching out your foot to the other end of the sofa where
he sat, you prodded him with your toe to get him to look at you. “Hey,” you
said softly. “I’m sorry for talking about Tae. I know you wanted to have a
As you spoke, your phone buzzed in your pocket as someone
tried to ring you. Reading the caller ID and seeing Taehyung’s name, you looked
up at Jungkook to check his reaction. He knew who was calling, as Hoseok and
Yoongi were both working, and you didn’t have anyone else who would be checking
up on you.
Jungkook’s eyes flashed with annoyance, his deep brown
irises seeming to grow darker. Not wanting him to get more worked up, you let
your phone buzz until it ran out of time and cancelled the call. However, just
as you were about to put your phone away, Taehyung tried again and your phone
went off once more.
Knowing that something was up, you decided to answer and deal
with Jungkook afterwards. “Yeah, I’m here,” you said as a way of greeting.
“I need to talk to
you,” he said bluntly. There wasn’t any urgency behind his voice, but it
was the most pensive you’d heard him for a while. Gone was the usual happy
façade, and at last, he seemed to have given in.
Jungkook was staring at you fixatedly, and you tore your
gaze away, as if looking at him for too long would agitate him further. “Um,
sure,” you stammered, cradling your phone to your ear. “Uh… can we talk later?
I’m busy at the moment.”
“Okay. Please call me
“I will, I promise.”
After hanging up, you peered at Jungkook, expecting to see
him looking more relaxed after you’d rejected Taehyung’s offer, but instead,
his neck was red and he looked ready to cry.
“Guk?” you said worriedly. When he didn’t respond, you
scooted up the sofa so you could hook your arms around his shoulders in
comfort. However, he remained unflinching and didn’t acknowledge your touch, with
his face remaining passive and unreadable while his eyes filled up with tears.
He took a large sniff before turning to you, and finally you
could see the hurt and anger under the blank mask he wore. “I can’t deal with
it anymore,” he stated flatly, without a trace of warmth in his tone. “If you
want to make this work, then you’ve got to stop whatever you’ve got with
Taehyung. I really like you, Y/N, and I want you to look at me. Not Taehyung. I need all of you.”
The hopes of a romantic atmosphere were dashed as you felt
Jungkook’s possessiveness seep into your skin, but his words wriggled in your
chest as they hit home. Jungkook didn’t deserve your wavering emotions, but at
the same time, you knew you were unable to give him your full attention.
“Jungkook,” you swallowed, watching him pull at his bottom lip with his teeth.
“I need more time. To get over him.”
“How much more time?” he questioned, his voice growing
louder. “It’s getting ridiculous! You need to stop being selfish, because I’m
done with it. Make up your mind, Y/N. You either want me or Taehyung, and you
can’t have both. I’m tired.”
“I want to make things work with you! But to do that, I need
to sort out my own problems first. I can’t just drop everything and live happily
ever after. It was never going to be that easy, and I thought you knew what you
were getting into.”
“Knew?” he spluttered, pushing you away roughly and standing
up. Veins stood out on his arms as he fumed, breathing heavily as he held in
the full force of his anger. “I knew that I would be helping you, but I didn’t
count on being your backup plan. You’re being completely deluded – all you need
to do is pick a side. Shouldn’t be that hard, even for you.” Without another
work, he stalked out of the room, leaving you on the verge of tears.
There weren’t even words to describe the remorse and despair
you felt after Jungkook had abruptly departed. Stunned into silence, you stared
at the dishes of food left on the side, growing cold as they lay there
neglected. What should you do now?
In your heart of hearts, there was only one real option.
There was no way that Jungkook would be happy until you’d sorted something out,
and nor would you. Although it killed you to hurt one of them, you had no
choice; you got yourself into this mess, so you couldn’t rely on Jungkook to
pull you out.
You rang Taehyung. However, as soon as you heard his deep
voice on the other end of the line, your throat cracked and hot tears rolled
down your face. “Tae,” you mumbled, your voice choked up. “I need to see you.”
Taehyung didn’t hesitate as he heard your distressed demand,
not bothering to question why you were suddenly upset. “Meet me at the cupcake
shop in 15 minutes,” he ordered. “It’s okay, whatever it is. We can talk it
through. See you then, Y/N.”
The last thing you wanted was for Hoseok and Yoongi to
observe what was about to happen, especially as they knew so much about
Taehyung without ever meeting him. You texted Yoongi on the way to the shop,
hoping that he’d check his phone as he worked.
You [4:45] having a chat with taehyung in
cupcake corner. Please pretend you have no idea who I am!!!
Taehyung had hung up the phone so quickly that you didn’t
get the chance to argue the choice of location, and as he still had no idea
about the dance competition, you could imagine how awkward introductions to
your new friends would be. You were there to sort things out, not create more
Yoongi [4:49] sorry, who is this?
p.s. I’ll have a coconut and mango cake ready
To your displeasure, Taehyung was seated at one of the
tables closest to the counter, right under the nose of the Hoseok and Yoongi;
the perfect distance for eavesdropping. However, you looked at Yoongi straight
in the eye as you walked up to pay, daring him to mention something and give
the game away. Keeping to his word, he calmly handed you the change and pulled
out a readymade cupcake as promised.
“What’s happened?” Taehyung asked concernedly, his eyes
filled with worry as you sat down with a defeated thump. “You’re going to get
wrinkles when you frown like that.”
He was trying to lighten the mood, but you ignored him.
“Jungkook said some things, and I’m realising that I’ve been in the wrong the
whole time,” you confessed.
“By the looks of things, I don’t think he said anything.”
You stared at him blankly. “What do you mean?”
“Y/N, I’ve been friends with you for a while now. You have
that look on your face, like someone just died. Your eyes are red and
considering you were fine one minute and upset the next tells me that Jungkook
was involved.” He took a big drag of his coffee, but didn’t take his eyes off
you as you blinked furiously, trying to hold back any more tears that were
threatening to escape. “What did he do?” he questioned, reaching across the
table to rub your arm soothingly.
Taking a wobbly breath, you glanced round to check if Hoseok
or Yoongi were listening. Hoseok was on the other side of the room, preoccupied
with an electric whisk that didn’t seem to be working, but Yoongi, on the other
hand, stood nearby cleaning the counter. Although he had his head down, he kept
his body rotated in such a way that he could snoop in on the gossip.
Taehyung pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as you began
recalling the earlier events in hushed tones, so Yoongi couldn’t hear. “He got
annoyed because I’ve been messing with his emotions,” you blurted. “I knew I
shouldn’t take advantage of his generosity, but I did and it was a stupid
mistake to make.” You launched into detail about what happened when Taehyung
had rung your phone, but your friend wasn’t having any of it, and jumped
straight to the point.
“What did he say to you?” he interrupted, growing more and
more serious as you told the story, with his eyes growing hazy and his grip on
your arm becoming firm.
“I swear, it was nothing. He was right, anyway. I am deluded and I am selfish, but I guess I hadn’t really thought about it too much.
I didn’t want to admit to myself-”
“He said what?” Taehyung’s voice was quiet, but the sort of
quiet that comes from extreme anger. A bad sign. “Jungkook was saying that to
“He called you deluded?” As he raised his voice, you became
aware of Yoongi standing stock still at the counter, his ears pricked up and
alert at your conversation. “No wonder you got upset. Even if you made a
mistake, he has no right to insult you. What an idiot!”
Taking a quick peek out of the corner of your eye, you could
see Yoongi trembling with a silent rage, his jaw clenching and unclenching as
he struggled to keep in his temper. Anything that hurt his friends wound him up
immensely, but you sent him mental pleads to stay mute and not say a word.
Looking back at Taehyung, you noticed that he too was
bottling up his true frustration as he faintly rocked back and forth in his
chair, holding back an outburst of anger.
“Tae, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal, please. I just
needed to see you to talk about something else. Well, it’s sort of related to
that. But you wanted to tell me something first. That’s why you rang?” You gave
Taehyung’s hand a squeeze in reassurance, and he obeyed your request and sat
back in reluctance.
“Well,” he sighed, “I don’t think my matter is important
anymore. What did you want to say?”
“No, you go,” you demanded.
“Seriously, I think you should. I promise, it can wait.”
Nodding in surrender, you took Taehyung’s hand and led him
outside the shop, past the inquisitive looks from Hoseok and Yoongi and into
the warm haze of the late afternoon, just so the two boys couldn’t hear your
next words. Taehyung looked confused, but you held up his hands in front of him
and focused on the writing of his shirt. The words were in English, and you
noticed a grammatical error of the sentence, but you didn’t point it out.
Instead, you fixated on the letters as you planned what to say next very carefully.
“We shouldn’t be meeting like this anymore,” you stated,
your mouth struggling to get around each syllable, as if subconsciously your
brain was telling you to stop talking. But you had to say it. You can’t have both. “We need to keep
our distance. Jungkook gets jealous, and it’s not his fault. I feel- felt, exactly the same, and it’s one of
the worst feelings in the world. I can’t put him through that, especially when
he’s tried so hard to be kind and loving. It’s the least I can give him. Do you
You should’ve stayed fixated on the lettering of the shirt, because
as soon as your gaze trailed up to Taehyung’s soft eyes and his quivering lower
lip, you felt as if you’d just slapped him. There was a silence following your
words, which was only filled by the sounds of the city and the biting whistle
of the wind that tossed around Taehyung’s hair. Your clothes billowed around
you and you could feel your cheeks turning pink from the chill, but Taehyung
“So, that’s it?” he said finally, a with a small hint of hesitation.
“You’re going to stop talking to me because your boyfriend gets uptight?”
“No, I’m doing this to get over you. I’ve spent way too long
having false hopes.”
All you need to do is
pick a side.
“You can’t end our friendship!” he exclaimed, letting out
huffy laughter incredulously.
“We need some time apart,” you corrected. There was a sharp
stabbing in your chest, but you dismissed it. I need all of you. “You ignored my feelings about you, even though
I spilled my one biggest secret that left me completely vulnerable to you. But
all you did was push it aside, and it killed me, Tae. So, I’m being selfish by
allowing for someone to love me. If keeping my distance from you lets me do
that, then I’ve got to try.” Your last sentence came out in a sob, the hurt
driving through your body in an unstoppable wave.
Taehyung was dumbfounded, but the forgiving look in his eyes
told you that he wasn’t going to stop you from leaving. Even if you’d told him
you’d blown up his house, he probably would’ve hugged you and told you it didn’t
matter. And that’s what was so toxic; he was loving and gentle, and you clung
to that because it made you feel comfortable.
“We’ve always only had each other, and it can’t be like that
anymore. We need to get out of this pit, before we get too deep,” you said,
with a finality that signalled the end of the conversation.
“I think it’s too late for that,” Taehyung admitted, his
voice cracking and his ears turning a bright shade of red. Going red out of
embarrassment was something you rarely saw, but you were in too much of a state
to think too deeply about it.
“I need to think about Jungkook – that’s the least he
deserves right now.” Bowing your head, you turned yourself away so you didn’t
have to observe the disappointment and the confusion written on his face.
Despite all the years you’d been friends, situations and circumstances had
changed; it couldn’t be harmonious forever. For so long you and Taehyung had
got along with no problems, but it was too good to last. Perhaps it was a
disaster waiting to happen, you weren’t sure. Out of respect, Taehyung bowed in
response, but the tears filling his eyes told you that he was far from okay
about the outcome.
But there was nothing you could do. Jungkook needed you to
be faithful, both physically and mentally. Although he didn’t tell you in the
most careful and gentle of ways, he got his point across: he wasn’t about to
fight for something that wasn’t available to him in the first place.
Taehyung kept his eyes upon you as you left, his eyebrows
upturned and his hair unkempt and scruffy as a result of his fingers running
through his pastel orange locks. You refused to look back, knowing that it only
took one glance to melt your defences. You couldn’t give yourself that
momentary weakness. Not again.
It put you at peace, knowing that you both had time to grow
without the other person there. But it was peace in the saddest way possible.
Okay, I’ve been really inactive lately because university is destroying my life and since Easter is in the upcoming Sunday, might as well do this request (although Japanese people don’t celebrate Easter)
Ruki: paints the Easter eggs with skulls, crosses, naked dead ladies and zombie Koron (also dressed Koron into a bunny costume)
Uruha: prepares an Easter egg hunting game with Reita
Aoi: for some reason, they decided to celebrate Easter at his place - tries to figure out how the hell did they reach to that decision while being the most suburban dad ever: sitting on the couch and watching TV with beer
Reita: hides the chocolate Easter eggs in the most ridiculous places like in Aoi’s underwear drawer,somebody’s slippers, in the pot of a house plant
doesn’t care about Ruki’s designed painted eggs, just eats them all