The Five of us; sitting in blissful peace at the lunch table. Ambient conversations in the background.
"So as I was saying." Jake spoke with a mouthful of what appeared to be curry on his plate, swallowing before continuing. "I broke another controller yesterday. Protip: never play Dark souls at night." He joked, not seeing the breakage as a mishap, but more akin to a war wound.

Sayori seems to be amused by it all, carefully eating her lunch. I think we all picked the same, a cottage pie; except for Jake. I guess he just has to be different, ahaha.
"Really, how did you break it? Threw it at a wall or something?" I ask absent mindedly. He shrugged and winked.
"Not quite, but close guess. It was the door that felt the wrath of 4." He laughed, and then abruptly choked on something. Sayori squealed and hit him hard on the back. I very nearly lost it, almost breaking into a rant about how the Heimlich manoeuvre is supposed to be. But I simply retained my cool and Pulled Jake up, performing the action myself.

The girls all looked at me like I was being lewd. Great. Jake flopped back to his seat, coughing and drinking his water.
"Th-thanks….holy fudgesickles. "He wheezed exasperatedly. Sayori is still in shock, with that 'oops' look on her face'. Yuri is just looking away. And I guess Natsuki found it funny, as she's clearly trying to hide a smile. I guess it was kind of funny; like karma.

"W-well…umm..." Yuri began, stuttering nervously. "Now that moment has passed." She took a deep breath and calmed herself. "How was your morning, Monika?" She inquired, with a shy smile.
I blink, still not used to unscripted ques.
"Fairly normal. Nothing exciting or interesting really. Thankfully the time didn't drag." I respond, almost at a loss for words. How do you articulate normality?

"Same here. Still; I guess it's all important in the end." Yuri admits, drinking from a juice box. I look over to Natsuki, who has been silent the whole time. Not unusual, she never talks while there's food on the table. I wonder how the relations with her Father are right now, given that he might now 'exist' in the game data. I make a mental note to check later.

Lunch time passes, our idle conversations cease and Class begins again. Music, my favourite of the day. I lose myself in the piano; the melody and the chords. My teacher says I'm a natural. I love the Piano, to the point where writing a song is on my 'bucket list'. That is, a list of things to do before I, well stop existing. Hopefully that won't happen any time soon.

Today myself and the class are taught simple tunes with our chosen instruments; playing in sequence and then together as a makeshift 'orchestra'. It seems we're all used to the notes now. The hardest part will be to write and design sheet music. My song does not feel so far away.

English soon follows, a perfect time to work on my poetry. We're allowed general free reign in approximately half our English curricular lessons; provided we have something to show for it afterward. The other half currently consists of breaking apart Romeo and Juliet, for the sake of our inevitable final Exams. But as the President of the literature club, I get left largely on my own. It's nice, being trusted to work independently.

The final lecture is science, a class I haven't been involved in. I sit at my desk; eagerly awaiting the Lecturer's arrival. He seemed to be running as bit late. Then; sure enough he arrives. A man with long blondish hair, and bright green eyes. Dressed in a lab coat rather than the standard faculty attire, he writes on the chalkboard. The other students look as surprised as I am. I then realise there's only a few students in this lecture. Me; a few other 'high scoring' students, And Jake.

"Good afternoon class." The lecturer Begins with a stern, calculating tone. "You have been cherry picked for my advanced lessons. So, count yourselves lucky."
'Advanced lessons?' I ponder to myself. This doesn't feel like an ordinary school thing in the slightest. And why does this man seem so different to the others?

"My name is Evan. And Yes, I prefer to remain on first name basis." He continued, drawing a complex atomic compound. "Over the coming weeks, we will be looking at everything from long chain hydrocarbons, to the innumerable species of fungi. If you're lucky, I may even share my Knowledge of string theory, and Dimensional structure. That is; the science behind the universe itself." He had an oddly knowing smile on his face. I detected the briefest shift in his eyes, looking to me, and then Jake in a split second.

"Any questions?"
I raise my hand without thinking.
"Yes?" He looked at me, looking his attendance clipboard. "Monika, is it?" He put the board on his desk and sat down
"That's right si-Evan. Um; I was just thinking. You're new here right?"
He nods, ever so slightly. "Indeed. I was invited here after the last MEXT report. They believe there are not enough opportunities for Exemplary students. Thus; I am here to fill in that gap on the scientific side. I am certain there will be others for different subjects in the future.

And with that, he began to conduct the lesson. For once I felt adequately challenged; the level of complexity was incredible compared to the lessons I was used to, even those from the past two days. The lecture introduced and started to explain Compound composition and sequencing, how the position of atoms in the structure can make all the difference to the end result.

I wrote a lot of notes; but realised that Jake was sitting there, confident and comfortable. It was almost scary; like he's on a completely different level.
"Right." Even concluded; writing something new on the Board. In turn each of us was called up to solve one. Then it was Jake's turn. But Evan had drawn up something far more complicated looking than the others, something that took up most of the board. He quickly filled in the blanks, writing each chemical component in turn, like a crossword.

"Excellent." Even smirked. "I would expect no less of you." He praised him. Even definitely has some connection with Jake; similar to myself and the other club members- and that 'atrocity'.
"It's Oxytocin." Jake noted. "The….the love particle." He hesitated. A tear ran down his cheek. Or did it? Soon as it was there, it vanished in a tiny, pixelated mess. He looks hurt, like Love has stung him before.

Even was simply beside himself with glee, like a sensei training his prodigy. He turned to me, beckoning me to the Board.
"Monika. Your turn next."