𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖊
Honami POV
The screen was in front of me, but my eyes wandered, taking in the details around me, absorbing the room and the environment as a whole. The class was completely immersed in their own thoughts, their expressions ranging from absolute focus to silent tension. The weight of each question seemed to hang in the air, an almost palpable energy that I could feel moving between the lost gazes and restless hands of my classmates.
Ganbare Minna!
My own thoughts flowed calmly, even as my curiosity thrummed beneath the surface. I knew that to move forward, I would have to be completely honest. This step was different from the previous ones, not because it required any more complex skill or reasoning, but because it required raw, unfiltered honesty.
My eyes returned to the exam, and I began to read each question carefully, absorbing the words as if they were echoes of my own heart. The first question came straight out:
["Do you believe that the things you do for other people are motivated solely by altruism, or do you help others for your own satisfaction?]
My fingers pressed against the screen as the question resonated with me. I had always thought that my desire to help was genuine, that I did it because it was right, because it made me feel good to see others happy. But as I looked deeper, there was something else, a more sensitive truth that I was reluctant to acknowledge. Of course, my priority is to help others, but what about when that interferes with... my own happiness? It's more complex than it seems, and it won't be easy to convey in just a few words.
I typed an honest response, feeling a small weight lift as my finger glided across the digital keys on the screen. The next question was equally incisive.
["How much are you willing to sacrifice yourself to achieve the goals of others?"]
This was a tricky question. I had always prided myself on my ability to support those around me, to be a source of strength. But how healthy was that? Were there limits to it? I knew I gave a lot, that I loved intensely, and that I gave my all, but... was this a form of escape, an escape from my own individuality? I wanted to believe it wasn't, but by answering honestly, I realized that perhaps there was more complexity to my devotion to others than I wanted to admit.
I was honest and type what I thought. I was willing to help others as much as I could, but that ended when my own happiness was at stake. It's a selfish thought, but I'm not going to lie to myself anymore.
As I read the next few questions, a wave of emotions washed over me. It was like diving deep into a river, each layer revealing something that wasn't always visible on the surface. With each answer, I felt myself getting a little closer to who I really was—and in a way, that made me both excited and restless.
I finally got to the more advanced questions, and the first one made my face flush immediately. My heart raced, and I forced myself to read, to stare at each word.
["If you could share a moment of pure happiness with anyone, who would it be? Does this person make your heart race and see you as a love interest?"]
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COTE: The Best Version of Me
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