Just because it's summer vacation doesn't mean there aren't things you shouldn't do, but that's a separate matter from whether you can tell what those are, and moreover, people who would end up doing such things wouldn't be capable of making such judgments in the first place.

It's summer break. Sure, it'd probably be fun if I went to the beach or mountains or had a barbecue or went on a trip, but the reality is that as a second-year university student, I don't have the motivation to do all that, plus I'm being kept at arm's length by the club, and lately the juniors I've hung out with have been giving me weird looks, so it's been rough. Well, assignments are something I can half-ass and just get some vague content floating around and pull off decent grades that are neither good nor bad, but they're at least useful as an excuse to turn down annoying requests, so it's fine to have them. And so one thing led to another, and a junior came over to my place, but hey, even I think that's a bit much—