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He's the Monkey of the zodiac. Ritsu has a very low self-esteem and is often seen apologizing for everything.

He dresses like a female because he feels that cross-dressing calms him down. Her... I mean, his cross dressing routine makes other people mistake him as a woman. Ritsu has a long hair and has freakishly convincing beauty for a man.

Ritsu often blames things on himself that have nothing to do with him, and occasionally becomes suicidal. He has an odder quirk of having some sort of "special" spot on his side that, when pressed, makes him keel over and faint.

His parents always had to apologize for everything he did, so he is very unsure of himself. He feels that every day, he is robbing the world's air by breathing.

His Mom is Mesho Sohma. The host of Sohma Hotsprings.



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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

final bound

It's funny how I wrote about how I'm motivated to go back to college in November, when the term's almost ending. And here I am. It's the 26th, and it's my last class. Today was just a review class for the final exam. I feel a bit sad, because it means that we're going to go on our separate ways. The professor is such a good professor and my classmates have been really nice. It's been fun. And I hope my grade's the same: Fun to look at. And not funny to look at.

Before leaving the classroom, I tried to ask a few of my classmates' names and their planned courses. Maybe we're taking the same subjects next term. I wasn't surprised that they don't really remember my name, even though we've been working in group activities. I'm not bothered. But it turned out that a few of my classmates and I are taking the same subjects.

Let's not forget that Christmas is coming. My last exam is December 17. I simply can't wait. No. What am I saying? I haven't even studied yet. For the meantime, I guess the worry, the stress, and the anxiety in between are there for me to enjoy.

wept silently at 7:25 PM