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3rd P.O.V
Sakusa Kiyoomi still hated his major. Just less now.
He still hated the coursework; tone deaf education system and all. But getting to work alongside his boyfriend, with his horrifically managed ADHD and performance anxiety, made him forget about it some.
He still hated the teacher. He was just as pretentious as ever, raising his nose at the sight of two boys holding hands in the back row. But Shouyou's hands were so soft that he chose to ignore his professor more often than not.
He still hated the classroom it was taught in every Monday, Tuesday and Friday. While it was filthy enough to violate basic OH&S codes, it was how he met his dearest, so he couldn't be too mad about it.
And he still despised the people. Barbaric. Unhygienic. Rude. Entitled. They breathed too far into Shouyou's personal bubble, but at least they thought Kiyoomi was scary enough to not get any closer. And even if they were decently talented, if Shouyou was playing his violin or singing? He couldn't even hear the other students.
A wise man would say that he was cynical. That Sakusa Kiyoomi was blunt, harsh and arrogant. An even wiser man would say that above everything else, at least he was honest. Honesty is key, and if that's a problem for others it's certainly not a problem for him.
It's still worth noting that Sakusa Kiyoomi is not a wise man.
But Hinata Shouyou?
... was even less of a wise man.
And they were perfect for each other, at least to Kiyoomi.
Sakusa Kiyoomi still hated almost everything about his major. But he was too stubborn to switch out and leave something he was passionate about unfinished, so he'd suffer until he completed it. Going into his 4th year of an undergraduate program, he figured it was definitely gonna stay that way.
With Hinata Shouyou by his side, hopefully forever, he really didn't mind it anymore.