"Do you know what your problem is, Ken?"
Kentaro sighed. The grass was tickling his neck; he sat up and looked out across the huge lawn. "I'll bet you're going to tell me."
"No bet." Komatsu crinkled his eyes. "You need a girlfriend."
Kentaro snorted. "Yeah, right. Like college isn't complicated enough, you're going to find another way to drain my wallet and take away my study time."
"You work too hard. I don't know what the hell you're doing at this third-rate college." Komatsu waved his arm to indicate the buildings surrounding the yard. "You could have gone anywhere."
Kentaro shrugged. "Father went here. He did all right."
Komatsu shook his head. "So you feel some strange kind of obligation? You're in the wrong place. You spend all your time with your head in a book, and not enough time enjoying yourself. All work and no play and all that."