Kuwabara stared at the piece of paper that had been sent home with him as homework. It ought to have been a simple assignment to complete. It wasn't like it even required real effort to do. He couldn't believe he was struggling so much to answer just one question.
What career would you like to pursue?
His homeroom teacher insisted it was an important question. She said their answers would dictate what kind of high school they should go to or whether or not they should go to college. Kuwabara shuddered at the idea of college. Why would anyone volunteer for extra school?
He had no idea what kind of career he wanted to have. The future seemed so far away, he'd never given it much thought. The closest he'd ever come to making plans for the future was declaring that he wanted to be a knight when he grew up, and he was old enough by now to know that wasn't possible in this day and age.
"Maybe a cop?" he mused out loud. Cops were sort of like knights. After all, the point of being a cop was to protect innocent people and lock the bad guys up. Kuwabara started to smile at the idea, but then he imagined his teacher's reaction if a troublemaker like Kuwabara said he wanted to be a cop. Troublemaking punks were not the kind of people that became cops.
The next day, he turned the paper in blank and pretended he wasn't hurt when the teacher didn't look surprised.
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I do apologize for my sudden disappearance. Real life hit hard.
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