First day of... a game?

Alright, Yako, open the door for her... It's simple, you can do it! I can't wait to see the faces of my classmates!

As I open the normal door, the sunlight blinds my eyes for a second.

— Ladies first.

— Thank you, um...

— Yako.

— Nice to meet you, Yako. I'm Urihime.

A pretty girl told me her name, yes! I have a good feeling about this...

Urihime entered the classroom. Now, it's my time... Come on, act like a man, like you just did! Right, now I just have to close the door... I can finally take a brief look at them, okay- 

Oh, what is this? Why is another pretty girl falling towards me? I have to catch her! Uff, I got it... I'm holding her petite body! Don't think about pervert things, dumbass!

Why is she staring at me? I can't read her expression... She's like a kuudere! Also, she has red short hair, how convenient! I always loved kuuderes and redheads, so this is a big win-

U-Uh... Wait, WHAT?! SHE'S KISSING ME! This is not a dream, or is it? I can't believe this is happening... Oh god, isn't this going too fast? I probably should ask her out before reaching this point...

— Thank you, young man.

— M-My name's Yako...

— Mine's Tsuitachi Futsuka. But call me by Futsuka, I don't care.

— R-Right, Futsuka...

— Why is your face red? You got a fever?

— A-Anyways, nice to meet you.

She nods in response. I put her down gently.

— Now, if you excuse me, I was going to the restroom.

— Oh, so that's why you fell down... I'm sorry.

— At least you made up for your mistake. See ya.

She leaves the classroom. I don't know if she was complimenting or insulting me... I should just erase that thought from my memory and see the other people!

There are... 8 people, I guess. Unless the others are in the restroom or exploring the school. This is strange, really strange. I don't recognize any of them. Are they are all new here? Well, let's ask.

A boy with a triangular black hair is looking at me and smiling. He looks pretty approachable. Let's say a hi.

— Um, hi, pal...

— Oh, hello! My name's Kamado and I'm new here! How is it going?

— I'm doing well, I guess. Nice to meet you, I'm Yako.

We shake our hands.

— How long have you been here, Yako?

— I arrived just now.

— No, I mean, how long have you been studying here?

— Ah, I'm sorry. Most of my life, like 10 years.

— I came from a nearby city. This one is pretty bigger, like twice the size of mine. It was pretty hard to find this school.

— Yeah, I know... I don't know much about this city, because I don't leave my room often. You might already know about it more than me, hehe...

— That's simply not true, pal. You may think you don't know much, but you're underestimating your own presence. I noticed you when you opened the door, right?

— What are you insinuating?

— I'm saying that you're not invisible. Nobody is, no matter how hard they try. There are people who don't like you, and there are people who do. I'm sorry, I'm just chattering to myself. I couldn't resist telling you that, since you seem like the type who thinks you're inferior to everyone else.

— You're right... How could you tell?

— I like psychology, but I'm not a professional or anything, I just like it. Sometimes I just guess what you're thinking and bingo!

— Haha, that's a good strategy! I always do that, but with staring at random places to let the others know I can see them.

— Really? I thought I was the only one who randomly said "I know you're there, you can stop hiding".

What is this, have I already made a new friend? He's too nice to be real... What if he's hiding his true self?

— I know what you're thinking, Yako.

— Wait, what? I-It's not what you think it is...

He's staring at me... What do I do? Why all the tension? Speak up what you think I'm thinking, dammit! He's pointing his thumb somewhere now...

— I know how you've been glancing over that chick over there, Yako. No need to hide that from a friend.

— Wait, who?

I look at the girl. Wow, she's actually beautiful. More than the others I've just met. She has white hair, tanned skin, black shirt and best of all: she's a goddamn tomboy! Oh god, I've always loved tomboys... When I was a kid, I fell in love with an anime tomboy. My obsession knows no bounds since then. What would I not give to have a tomboy girlfriend...

— Oh, you're drooling! I knew it, it's love at first sight!

— You're right about that, Kamado. It seems your assumption is sharper than ever.

— Alright, you caught me, I was just guessing. But who cares about the methods if the answer is correct? Go talk to her, boy. I'll be watching from here.

— Wait, for real? Why would I think I have the courage for that?

— I don't know, pal. I guess I'll have to trust you.

— Really? Can't you at least help me?

— How? If I tell you the instructions, you'll be acting as someone else. Plus, she might not like what I would say if I were in your situation.

— Alright, fair enough...

My legs are moving my body towards her. She looks so far, yet so close. I don't want to reach her, but I also don't want to lose this chance. I'm already behind her! Why am I even behind her, am I some kind of stalker?! A-And now, it's time for the moment I've been waiting for...

— H-Hello-

Ouch! I've been kicked to the ground... Who did that? Oh, now I understand. A tall man is looking down at me. He doesn't even offer his hand to help me get up... He has grey short hair and is not wearing the uniform, only a white shirt. He looks like the delinquent here. Wait, he's simply walking out now! Come back here, scumbag, let me-

— Are you okay, little man?

T-The tomboy! She's offering me her hand! What do I do? Just take it, Yako, dammit!

— Y-Yes, I'm perfectly fine, mommy- I mean, madam!

— I'm glad to hear that. I'm sorry about him, he's simply too bored to treat people respectfully.

— It's okay, don't worry. I'm Yako, nice to meet you.

— I'm Natalie, the pleasure is mine.

— "Natalie"? That's a beautiful name, but are you a foreigner?

— No, I've been living in this city since I was born.

Wait, not even an explanation? Are you parents from another country? Did they want to name you after some celebrity?...

— O-Okay, I guess that's fine. Do you know his name?

— From that tall man? It's Okimura, I think.

— Thank you, I'll have a word with him.

I start walking towards the bully to bully him. Every action has a consequence, smartass! As I walk through the tables, someone calls me from behind. 

He probably took the chance to talk to me, since I'm near him. I turn around and see his determined smile. He's blond and has a weird hair that goes up for some reason.

— Howdy, my friend! Me and my friend here are new to this town. My name's Hogure, and his is...

— I'm Misota. Greetings.

The other guy has brown hair, like me, except he has a far better hairstyle.

— Oh, hello guys. I'm Yako, nice to meet ya. Do you know why there are so many people from outside here? Like, is this some kind of exchange or tour?

— I don't know anything about that, because...

— ... we've moved to this town for family reasons.

— Are you two from the same family?

— No, no, nothing like that. But we're bros for life...

— ... like a symbolic family.

— I see. It's great that you have each other. I'm glad you're the ones who started the conversation, because I'm really bad at it.

— And we're happy to hear that too! Because even in this class there are people who are much less accessible.

— Such as? I'm sorry, I've just arrived, so I couldn't memorize the faces.

— Such as that one.

The blond guy points to a very tall woman in the corner, disguising herself as a locker.

I didn't even realize she was there!

She's wearing a black uniform. I didn't even know we could customize the colors! She has an absurdly pale skin, looking like a giant ghost.

That doesn't look natural... But why would she wear so much makeup?

She also has a long black hair. It's messy and covers her eyes completely.

— She's standing there completely still since we've arrived. I think she doesn't want to be noticed...

— ... we tried to approach her, but her aura was too strong. So we made friends with the big guy instead of the big girl.

— The big guy? Ah, that Okimura?

— Exactly, pal! He's a good guy, believe it or not. At least appearances say so.

He, a good guy, really?

— Alright, I'll keep that in mind.

No, I will forget that instantly! I don't want to talk to him anymore, I give up. He's a head taller than me!

Suddenly, a someone bumps into me from behind. I turn around and see a cute girl. Like, really cute. She has brown short hair, which is also messy. She is not wearing any uniform, but rather a cute pink shirt. She's scared, how cute. How many times did I say cute?!

— I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't even be here, what am I doing? I'm going to catch a rope, don't worry...

— What? A rope, for what purpose-

Wait, is she talking about that thing? I see, she's depressed.

— Everything's okay, girl. I'm the one who wasn't looking, I'm sorry.

— Y-You're sorry? No, this can't be happening! A trash like me is making someone feel sorry! I'm only useful when I'm useless!

— N-No, that's not what I meant-

— Hey, Hashira, stop whining and go grab my water bottle already, brat.

Another girl... She's a bit taller than me. Blond hair, I think... a brownish yellow? What color is even that? Ponytail, red eyes and a shirt the same color as her hair. She's wearing her dark blue suit as a belt. She hugs the little girl from behind, resting her head on top of hers.

— I thought you were worthy of my attention, Hashira. I'll have to find another toy for myself.

— N-No, please, don't leave me! I'll do anything, I promise!

— Then go grab my water and never disappoint me again. Otherwise, there will be unforeseen consequences.

The girl rushes towards the door. The taller girl stares at us for some seconds, with her expression unreadable. She then scoffs and sits in the back of the room again.

— Hogure, I think I understand now. This class is 50/50 in kindness...

— Nah, everyone has a good side that they don't usually show.

— Like that guy over there?

I point to a nerd sitting in the front row. He has dark purple hair and glasses, looks like a nerd, feels like a nerd. Upright posture, holding a small book with one hand and flipping the pages with the other. To make matters worse, his legs are crossed snobbishly.

— Is he gay?

— Haha, I wouldn't say that, but...

— ... he's pretty weird. We tried to talk to him, but he kept saying nihilistic and philosophical stuff.

— I see... That's something someone with superiority complex would say.

The door opens again, revealing two other unknown people.

Five minutes after the stipulated time and the teacher is not here. Japanese people are known for their punctuality... There are still plenty of people I haven't met, but I guess everyone's here now. The depressed girl and the redhead are still wandering around, but they'll come back soon.

A guy with pink messy hair and a girl with light greenish hair come in. Their personalities are probably polar opposites. One is grumpy and serious, the other is energetic and smiles brighter than a light bulb. The guy walks in front, almost trying to escape the radiant green light. He shouts:

— IS EVERYONE HERE?

Okimura, the big guy, bends down to his level and points to his ear.

— I couldn't hear, can you say that louder?

The smiling girl replies:

— He asked if everyone is here, friend!

The bully looks at her clueless expression.

— "Friend"?

— Yes, we're all friends here, aren't we? I can't wait to get to know everyone!

The big guy just waves his head, not knowing what to say to that airhead.

Good job, happy girl!

Another girl sitting on the middle of the class stands up.

— There are two students missing. But they're inside the school.

Whoa, a gyaru... Another beautiful girl to my list.

She has blond hair and a... twintail? I think it's supposed to be a twintail, but the right side is loose, for some reason. She also wears her uniform as a belt, but not the intended way. Plus, she has other ornaments that I don't know the name of.

Just as the pink-haired guy was about to say something, another voice echoed in the room.

— WHO STUDIED HERE IN PREVIOUS YEARS?

Huh? Wait, this voice...

The girl who just shouted is Urihime, the girl with dark green hair. She's sitting on the teacher's chair.

I didn't know she could scream so loud...

I raise my hand, since I've been studying here for years. I look around, only one other person raised their hand. It was the tomboy.

Wait, Natalie, really? I never saw you here before... Maybe you've just changed a lot in the summer vacation...

Urihime smiles at me. Is she in love with me? Hey, stop thinking bullshit, Yako! Women can't even smile at you and you think they want to marry you!

She waves at the pink-haired guy, giving him the power of speech.

Wait, is that it? Why did you need to know I've studied here? And why are you sitting on the teacher's chair?

Another girl stands up to say something. She has purple long hair that covers her right eye. She uses glasses and has dark circles under her eyes.

— People, please be quiet for a moment. Our classmate wants to tell us something-

Huh? What is happening?

I'm feeling sleepy... It looks like I'm not the only one, though... At least I'm not alone, right...?

Everyone fell unconscious.

Minutes or hours later, the first person to wake up was a tall girl, but not the emo one. She had dark blue long hair, glasses and dark circles under her eyes.

She stood up, still a bit disoriented. Something catched her eye instantly. Not only her eye, her nose also felt an unpleasant sting.

There was blood, a lot of blood. But only on two bodies: Natalie's and Yako's.