Shall I tell you a secret?

I'm completely unprepared for when he turns around and whacks me on the shoulder with a sheaf of paper.

"And look at this girl...completely no confidence in herself!"

Then he turns to look directly at me.

"You are good. You know your work, and you're good at it. And it's time you yourself believed that. You are good at what you do, okay?"






After everything. After every single thing you put me through last semester.

I wanted to cry.





Shall I tell you a secret?

Despite everything, I secretly like you best, if only because you were the only one who bothered to really push me to my limits.





~vid~