You never really got along with Seiyo, your club mate. He was completely obsessed with American culture—even though he'd never visited an American country—while you disliked the influence of Western culture in Japan and preferred to stick to Japanese traditions. You were basically opposites.

During club activities, he was preparing mini cheeseburgers while you were making sushi. He started chatting with you, much to your disdain, about American culture.

"You know, in America, they have this thing called BBQ. It's insane! They just throw a bunch of meat on a grill and let it char, and it's like... freedom, man! You can practically taste the liberty in every bite."

His voice faded into the background as you could swear you could HEAR your own eye twitching in disdain, your grip tightening on the knife as you made your cuts. You finally snapped out of your state when Seiyo spoke.

"Hey, Aija, are you even listening to me?"