When Sogo Doma saw Miyuki Shirogane in the examination hall the next day, he noticed that the dark circles under the other's eyes had grown even darker. "President Shirogane, did you stay up late studying last night? Working so hard, no wonder you came down with..."
"Senpai, you're here. I didn't stay up studying last night..."
Looking at the bloodshot eyes before him, Sogo Doma rolled his eyes. Who was he trying to fool? There were always people like this—desperately cramming and focusing on key points before an exam, yet when someone asked them about it, they would say, "Exams test the results of your usual studies. Reviewing now is completely useless," like those obnoxious top students...
"Senpai, I spent the whole night researching how to distinguish reality from hallucinations. Don't you think having too many hallucinations could affect your daily life?" Miyuki Shirogane explained. The moment he thought of how his little sister now looked at him like he was some perverted piece of trash, he felt that if his mental fortitude had been any weaker, he would have broken down long ago!
"You really don't need to worry too much about that..." Ah! So he wasn't one of those obnoxious top students. Then Sogo Doma certainly wouldn't disappoint him.
"Senpai, do you have a solution?" Miyuki Shirogane was delighted. This problem had plagued him all night...
"No, what I mean is, worrying won't help anyway. If hallucinations and reality were so easy to distinguish, so many psychiatric patients wouldn't be unable to leave the hospital!" For this wonderful world, Sogo Doma served up a bowl of poisonous chicken soup.
Miyuki Shirogane: "..."
So what he really meant was that there was no cure, and he should just wait to die! Right?
Did he think he couldn't tell? Damn