OK, disclaimer for real this time. Skip this chapter if you don't like things that are a bit inappropriate. To give you an idea of why, Kamoshida is in this chapter. We tried to make it short, and as clean as possible while still conveying how much of a creep this jerk is. Last disclaimer, I don't own anything, Monika does.

Shujin Academy was simultaneously familiar and incredibly alien to Sayori. Parts of it reminded her of her school back home, while others were brand new. Akechi had gotten her pre-registered, but she had never actually visited the facility before today. She felt nervous. As if the incident at the subway station wasn't bad enough, now she had to stay away from Akechi for hours at a time in an unfamiliar place. Sayori had eventually worked up the courage to head out, but the feelings of unease started to creep back in as she walked through Shujin's halls.

"Sayori... Matsu?" Ms. Kawakami was calling role with an exceptionally bored tone.

"Here!" replied Sayori. She couldn't remember her last name, so Akechi made up one on the spot. Apparently, he had recently heard it in an anime.

Sayori was assigned to Class 2-D, seated at the back left corner of the classroom. As she listened to roll call, she started to learn some of her classmates' names. Ann Takamaki, Yuuki Mishima, Akira Kurusu…

As Sayori plodded through homeroom class, her mind began to wander. As her eyes skimmed over the classroom, she could almost picture her old school. Natsuki and Yuri would be arguing in the corner, Monika would be waiting to announce poem sharing time, and… No.

She couldn't bear to think about it right now. It would be mortifying to start crying in front of everyone simply because she missed her childhood friend. But… This place reminded her so much of home, and she couldn't figure out why.

Sayori eventually started to realize that she should probably make a few friends. It would distract her from the rain-clouds gathering in her head. There have to be a few nice people here, right? She wondered optimistically. Her eyes floated across the room before deciding on a target. The boy with blue hair and bruises across his face, Yuuki Mishima, was Sayori's first choice. However, his demeanor deterred her away. Sayori hated to discriminate against people for such questionable reasons, but something about Mishima told her that she should stay away for now.

Sayori, disappointed, decided to look for someone else. Her attention came to a young lady sitting directly across from her, Ann Takamaki. She had long, blonde hair in pigtails, and blue eyes.

Blonde hair and blue eyes in Tokyo? What's her story? Sayori decided that she would try and talk to her after class. New resolve in place, she got out her textbook, excited for lunchtime.

Sayori finished her lunch, ready to talk to Ann. She was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to make friends. Ann was sitting with a black-haired young lady. She too had bruises across her face.

Just like Mishima! What is going on at this school? Sayori decided to leave that question for later. It was probably sensitive, after all. Taking a deep breath to settle any doubts she may have had, Sayori approached the table.

"Hello, my name is Sayori Matsu! We're both in Class 2-D!" Sayori exclaimed with her brightest smile.

Takamaki turned towards her, a slight grimace in her expression. "Oh, hello. I'm Ann Takamaki. This is my friend, Shiho Suzui." Shiho looked toward Sayori for a second before opting to stare at her table instead.

"It's nice to meet you, Suzui-san! I was wondering, could I get to know you two? I'm new to this school and I'd love to be friends." Sayori's chipper tone contrasted the sadness emanating from the table.

"Um, maybe another time. We're in the middle of something right now—" Ann looked away, much to Sayori's confusion. Perhaps she should've approached these two more carefully. A part of her almost wanted to face palm at her insensitivity. She was about to walk away and try a different table when Shiho spoke up.

"No. I want to talk to her." Shiho stood up and stared directly at Sayori.

"Shiho...?" Ann was in shock.

Shiho was on the verge of tears, but she managed to utter one simple, angry message. "Stay away from Kamoshida." She couldn't bear to look at Sayori after that.

Sayori decided that this wasn't the right time to be making friends.

Sayori felt a growing dread in her chest after Shiho's message. Who was Kamoshida? What did he do to inspire Shiho to tell her that message? Was he the reason for her bruises? One of her questions, to her horror, was answered as soon as she looked back down at her school schedule.

Suguru Kamoshida was her P.E. teacher. Sayori didn't know what to do at that point. A man who could cause a young lady to strike dread into her heart like that must be incredibly bad news. She decided to brace herself for whatever would come next.

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P.E. class finally arrived, and with it came Sayori's first look at Kamoshida. Very tall, black hair, muscular, he looked like a typical gym coach. Sayori studied him, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She was beginning to wonder if it would be possible to fake a cold and have Akechi come get her when the bell rang. Class had started, leaving her no time to put such a plan into action.

"Nice toss! You've still got it, Coach!"

"You know I do!" Kamoshida boasted. While he was supposed to be playing volleyball, Sayori became well aware of his subtle glances over at the girls in the gym, his eyes pointed directly where they didn't need to be. She was especially aware of the times he looked at her in particular.

He really is a creep, Sayori thought. I'll have to be careful.

As the game of volleyball continued, Sayori became increasingly bored. She wasn't much of a sports fan in the first place, and the majority of the room was far more into it than she was. She opted to sit on the sidelines and watch.

There she found the boy from earlier, Yuuki Mishima. He had injuries just like Shiho's. He must know something. After her experiences earlier, Sayori decided that she should get to the bottom of the Kamoshida situation. She decided to ask Mishima what was up.

"Hello, I'm Sayori Matsu."

"Um, hi. I'm Yuuki Mishima."

"Yeah, we're both in Class 2-D. Anyway, I'll get straight to the point. Do you know anything about our gym teacher? I've seen multiple people with bruises. He's been staring at me the entire class period, and earlier a girl named Shiho warned me to stay away from him. What is his deal?"

"Uh… nothing. N-nothing at all. These are just sports injuries. Normal stuff. Suzui-san just doesn't like him 'cause he's a bit chauvinistic, that's all." Mishima said nervously.

Sayori decided she would focus on the conversation now, and ask Akechi what "chauvinistic" meant later. "Really? I don't think a girl with sports injuries and a bad impression of a man would say something as foreboding as she did. You're not lying to me, are you?" Sayori pouted.

Hopefully, Mishima would be more willing to answer her questions if she made herself seem less intimidating.

"Look, just stay away from me, alright? Just don't get involved. It's for your own good." Mishima cautiously walked away. Her plan didn't go as well as Sayori had hoped.

Sayori was left with a feeling of disappointment and anger. Obviously Kamoshida had a degree of control over the students that nobody deserves. But what did he do to scare them into submission? Why would Mishima not tell her the truth? There was a sizable pit growing in Sayori's stomach.

She might actually have to go to the nurse's afterall.

The end of class bell rang, and as the class started to leave, Sayori found herself in a situation beyond anything she could have expected.

"Hey there. You're new, right?" It was Kamoshida. What did he want?

"Uh, yeah. I'm Sayori Matsu."

He started to drift towards her. "Well, Matsu-chan, I have a proposition for you." He got close to her head and smiled. "See me after school, and I'll help you get ahead of the other students."

She could feel his breath on her shoulders as he stroked her red bow. Sayori's fear jumped into overdrive. Is this what he tried against Shiho?

"N–No way! Get away from me!" Sayori pushed him away and started to run.

Kamoshida's expression grew darker as he began to shout. "Alright! But you're passing up a great opportunity here, Matsu! I'll see you in class tomorrow!" He turned around and laughed.

Sayori didn't stop running. Her fear wouldn't let her.

Sayori stayed cautious throughout the rest of the day, waiting for the moment when she could leave. Something was horribly wrong at this school, and nobody was willing to open up. She would have to talk to Akechi about this after school. She didn't feel safe when a man like Kamoshida was around.

As she walked through the halls of Shujin Academy, she suddenly came across a familiar face. It was the boy from the subway! Her fear dispelled for just a moment, she began to rush towards him.

I wonder who he could be? Also, who knows what the reference in Sayori's new last name is? See you next week. Please R&R!