When I first woke up!

I knew it'd be a great day!

But now..

I know it's gonna be even better.

Because you!

And me!

Best friends for eternity!

And that's why...

You're my sunshine...

When I looked.

In the sky!

I knew the sun'd shine bright

But now

I know it'll shine brighter!

Because you

And me!

Best friends for eternity!

That's why...

You're my sunshine...

Sunshine!

Shine bright!

Don't stay in plain sight!

Sunshine!

Stay out!

And whenever you have doubt!

I'm here for you...

My sunshine...

Good morning! That was My Sunshine...by..

Sayaka Maizono!

W-wait what?

Sayaka... Mai...zo..no. Don't humiliate yourself on live television.

bu-

Shhhh... We all know she's the only one that matters..

Whoa, whoa... Uh... I don't think that's what our viewers'd like to hear...

But... They are breaking up.. after this song actually, we might as well get used to adressing her simply as.. Maizono Sayaka.

What?!

Maizono ditched those flippers to go to some educational place.

...Ok...aha...so, we're having technical difficulties..

"TECH NI CAL DIFFICULTIES I'M SATOSHI AND I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN NOT ADMIT I WAS WRONG AND BLAME IT IN TECHNOLOGY"

"Dude, just, shut up. That's not what I'm saying..."

"YOU SHUT UP YOU-"

The young man had reached out from his bed, forcefully slamming the alarm off, as the loud arguments became boisterous shouts covered by the sound of a buzzing radio.

It was at last peace and quiet.

Exhausted, he'd fell back into his bed, when a loud screaming was heard.

"COME ON. Just, COME ON." he muttered to himself.

He got out of bed. "WHAT IS IT..." He shouted. But he couldn't seem to hear a response.

"...Komaru? Mom? Dad? Who is it?"

After moments of silence, he'd drag himself through the halls, walking down the stairs, when suddenly:

"AGH!" he yelled, as he tumbled down the stairs. s-Stupid leg... he thought.

As he got up, he heard an even louder scream, finding that this time, it was now his.

"M-MOM?!"

His mother lie in the kitchen, unconscious. She was surrounded with a spreading magenta liquid. He ran over to her body, tears rolling down his face. "M-mom?! Can you hear me?!" He'd felt her chest, hoping for a heartbeat or two. As he walked to grab the phone, he heard his Mom whining.

"Ma...ko..to... I spilled...the...raspberry cake... ..." she whispered, sighing.

He dropped the phone and stared in humiliation. "Mom... I thought you were bleeding out."
"Huh? O...oh... haha...right..."
"Hey! You're not supposed to put the fruit in the batter!"
"Huh?"
"Come on.. you know better than that..."
"O-oh...I...suppose...so."

"Really?"
"Well, you kinda slept in so.. I thought you were sick. I read in a magazine that raspberries help you when you're sick...hehe..!"
"N-no... they don't and... where's Komaru? She's supposed to be eating her breakfast.."

"Makoto honey... Komaru's at school..."

"Oh."

"WHAT?!"

My name is Makoto Naegi. I'm 15 years old, and today, I'm going to go to Hope's Peak Academy. Normally, I would be walking my sister to school, but not only are they in two different towns now...

I'm kinda late for school. Like, very. I believe whoever the principal is is going to have a word with my...very...strict...father.

See, I'm kinda confused. Unlike the other children, I have literally no talent. Yeah, NONE. Nada. Nothing. I'm just that regular old guy that would be making a living flipping burgers and asking people if they wanted fries with that. But, I won a lottery. Or, something like that. To be honest, I'm not quite sure how it worked, but it did, and now I'm going to be late.

I can see suspension in my near future.

My...very near future.

Seriously, Komaru usually wakes me up with a nice, gentle, ICE TO THE FACE, morning. But now that I'm going to a special high school...

Naegi slipped on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, looking into a mirror.

I'm kinda... on my own. Which was not cool at all.

Brushing his hair, he looked hopelessly at himself and sighed.

I'm not that kind of guy that would usually... end up with a bunch of girls. A lot of high schoolers do, but me? I look like a middle schooler. And that's a bit how I feel too.

He took his hands, lifting his hair up, trying to make a "cool" and "manly" hairstyle. Trying a bob, mohawk, even keeping his hair in a ponytail looked horrible.
"Makoto honey... are you coming? It's going on 9:20..."

Yeah, I'm screwed. My first impression is ruined, I'm both late and unattractive.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm coming."

Aha. I'm really not.

I wonder, am I going to be accepted?

He ran downstairs, wearing a light green sweatshirt and dark black jeans.

"Makoto Honeyyyy... take your jacket... you'll be cold..."
It's April. I'm not going to be cold in the middle of Spring. But, that's not what Mom wants to hear, she's Mom. Moms will be Moms.

"FINE!" Makoto yelled across the room as he ran out the door, grabbing his black jacket and hopping onto his bike. As he got on and drifted down the street, heading to the new school, one thought was one his mind.

I ca-

He quickly lost his train of thought, as he approached the school gates.

Right.

When.

They.

Were.

Clo-

Sing.