Kouchisei shrugged. Now he'd been asked, and the conversation had swung round to make him as uncomfortable as Renju looked. The way his hands clasped under the desk and how his lips made a line showed that he was considering how close and personal such a request was; and for all the nervousness and hestitation he closed the book that was in front of him and pulled off his glasses.
"Medical school," he said assertively, as though his successful entrance examination had already been graded. He didn't like to doubt himself, partly because of a fear his work would be wasted. "Getting outside Iburi will do me good."
He looked nervous compared to how he sounded. That was enough information for her, and he decided to place the conversation back on Renju's shoulders. "Surely you've considered a course?"