Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

’Realistically, I should be going for her pieces rather than a checkmate if I want to ask more questions... And I can’t really be playing sacrificially with mine.’ Jotou hid a frown, "Well?"

Hotaru’s ears flickered as she pouted her lips to the side, "Hm... What was your school life like? Friends—studies."

Jotou paused from examining the board to glance at the redhead. ’School life...’ "I was, pretty good at school as a kid.

I was even allowed to skip a year. It put a lot of weight on me and I wanted nothing more than to show it off.

I had plenty of people I could call friends that later became distant enough not to be. I did great in studies, especially science and math.

But my grades only worsened every year and that led to a lot of... other problems. Eventually, I was just burnt out and didn’t realize it.

I ran on fumes for years, studying without another thought. When I slowly began to mature to the world around me, I became more aware of who I was and who I was becoming.

I didn’t care much for studies anymore and I could count the friends I had with my fingers. I had to move to a different school at some point and nothing got better really.

I know I could’ve done well in tests if I actually tried, but I guess I was just too emotionally tired to do much." Jotou chuckled, "I guess, I wanted to spite my parents and teachers.

I found most of the things I studied to be useless and lost interest in many things. I had bullies and friends to defend me.

I was awkward, socially inadequate and couldn’t even be bothered to comb my hair in the morning. I fixed myself up the older I got, but the damage had been done.

Still, there’s a part of me that misses my school life... as awful and as cringy as the memories are. As for friends, it became a solid number four.