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You glance over at him and take a closer look at the wigs. The blue one seems to match his pale complexion, while the pink one clashes with it.
"I think the blue one suits you better," you reply kindly.
The student looks relieved and nods in agreement. "Thank you so much," he says gratefully, and hurries back to the dressing room to try on the blue wig.
As he tries on the wig, you strike up a conversation with him. "So, what are your hobbies and interests?" you ask.
He looks surprised at the question but then his face lights up. "Well, I love to draw and paint. I've been drawing since I was a kid," he says, smiling shyly.
"That's really cool," you reply. "What kind of things do you like to draw?"
"Mostly landscapes and still life. But I also like to experiment with different styles and techniques," he responds eagerly.
You begin to realize that he's not just a weak student, but someone who is passionate about his interests and hobbies. His name is James. Despite his frail appearance, you come to learn that he is, in fact, a brilliant mind in the field of chemistry. However, his talent was misused when his science teacher coerced him into producing illegal drugs. Unfortunately, his operation was discovered, and he was sentenced to attend this school as a form of punishment.
After a while, you excuse yourself to try out some hair needles. You try to insert one into your hair, but it doesn't seem to stick properly. You try a few more times with no success. Frustrated, you sigh and give up. As you start to leave the dressing room, the weak student catches up to you and offers to help.
"Let me try," he says, taking a hair needle from your hand. With a steady hand and a few deft twists, he manages to get it to stick in your hair. You thank him and ask him how he got so skilled with hair needles.
"It's just something I've always been interested in," he replies, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I like experimenting with different hairstyles and accessories."
You nod in admiration, grateful to have made a new friend with such unique talents.
As the bell rings to signal lunchtime, you suggest to the weak student that you walk together to the canteen. He eagerly agrees, and as you walk down the hallway, he reaches out to take your hand. Startled, you pull back slightly, unsure of what to do. Holding hands is not a common practice in Japanese culture, so it is unclear if it's normal in his home country, America. Nonetheless, you decline the offer, and he looks a little disappointed, but quickly regains his composure and continues walking beside you.
You walk into the canteen, a noisy room filled with the chatter of students and the clatter of trays. The teachers and biological female students are standing in one line, being served katsu curry or steak with fries. The food smells delicious, making your mouth water. You can see the portions are rather small, but it seems to be enough to fill up hungry stomachs.