Meanwhile, I want to bully that Reserve Course loser so hard. Push him and make him fall on the ground. Spit on him and leave him alone, like the worthless scum he is. Tie him up; then, buy a box of kusamochi and eat it in front of him, before leaving only sakuramochi so he is forced to eat them. When he falls and start to cry, I'll step on him. Stain his white shirt. Kick him like the walking trashcan he is. I want to mock his inability to understand basic geometric shapes. Mock his inability to understand what an elevator is. I want to destroy his confidence and laugh at him, laugh at his futile attempt to blend in with the Ultimates, and make him realise how much of a moron he is.
And when he finally considers suicide, I'll visit him. Slowly walk towards him. Hug him. Comfort him. Tell him that everything will be okay. Then, I'll punch him in the face, before stomping on it, his disgusting blood staining the ground, as he pathetically cries and bleeds profusely, slowly losing consciousness, like the loser he is.