Monday morning. My alarm woke me up early for class, and my body, already used to the routine, reacted automatically as always.
There's not much to say — I wake up, wash my face, and somehow that simple act fills me with enough energy to make breakfast. Though, before that, I put on my uniform.
I don't usually plan what I'll eat in the morning; I just start with something that has eggs and add whatever else I find at home.
Cooking comes fairly naturally to me. My father, an archaeologist, is in great physical shape. He's trained for years in different fitness disciplines and has many acquaintances who are professionals in physical performance. He's the one who taught me how to maintain a healthy diet and what kind of exercises to do when training.
– All done
Scrambled eggs with cheese and tomato slices — the cheese and eggs complement each other perfectly. A great breakfast, if you ask me.
Speaking of something else... I still can't believe I actually became friends with Eris. It's... surreal.
It reminds me of the time I swore to become the strongest man in the world.
I was ten years old, and a burning desire for strength consumed me. I didn't want to be weak — I wanted to be the strongest person on the planet. For three hard years, I lived like the strongest. I trained every day, spending hours practicing MMA techniques, and my father even found someone to train me at a more professional level. Time passed, but after three years, I realized how far I still was from my goal — and I gave up of my own accord.
After that, I calmed down. I decided to live like most people — as an ordinary guy who just wanted peaceful days doing what he loved, which I would soon discover was playing visual novels. Though, to be honest, I was never particularly good at them.
I don't regret it at all. This lifestyle is what I want. Though I should say — I never stopped training. I don't think I've matured much, but at least I train about eight hours a week.
– It's about time.
I leave my house and head toward my high school.
The usual route takes me about ten minutes on foot.
When I arrive, I head to my classroom on the second floor, where I find my childhood friend, Mashiba.
He's a skilled soccer player, pretty good-looking, and is becoming more and more popular as he keeps standing out in the soccer club.
"Hey, Shido! Morning!"
– Morning, Mashiba. As lively as ever, huh? I've got something amazing to tell you!
"Don't tell me you cleared a route in that dating sim!?"
– That's right — the Idol's route!
We talked about it for a bit — or rather, I talked about how ridiculous it was that I got the best ending without even realizing it.
Once class started, our conversation ended, to be resumed later at break time.
I didn't tell him about meeting Eris. Honestly, he probably wouldn't believe me anyway. Instead, we talked about his soccer club and his goals. Apparently, he's been doing great lately, and they're even training him to compete against other high school teams. Really impressive — he might even go pro someday.
Time flies when you're doing something that doesn't bore you. Before I knew it, break time was over, and classes resumed.
I sit in the last column, one seat away from the "anime protagonist" corner seat, though that doesn't stop me from staring out the window when I get bored.
After class ended, the teacher said something unusual."Tomorrow, a new student will be joining us, so I hope you all give her a warm welcome."
Since he said it right at the end of class, I was already on my way out. The students started asking questions, but I figured we'd find out who she is tomorrow.
That's enough for today.
Speaking of clubs, I'm not in any at the moment. I was invited to join the student council, but I turned it down since I wanted to try something new. In previous years, I'd already been the vice president of the council at my old school.
I think when I get home, I'll try to clear another route in the dating sim. I wonder... which one should I go for next?