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Do you wish to change your avatar?
The virtual mirror reflected a digital version of myself, the headset now snugly in place. The game's query about changing my avatar hung in the air, and I found myself deliberating between the options presented. My fingers hesitated in mid-air as I touched my own cheek, realizing that the default setting resembled me quite closely. A subtle tweak here and there, adjusting the length of my hair and refining my complexion, left me with a version that felt both familiar and enhanced.
My gaze lingered on the mirror as I contemplated my appearance. If I were to navigate the complexities of virtual romance, I decided, I might as well look the part. The advancements in otome graphics over the years were evident, and I marveled at the level of customization now at my fingertips.
With a swipe, the menu unfolded before me, revealing the meticulously designed school uniform. A white shirt, cream vest, black blazer, knee-high socks, and a grey skirt were adorned with a striking red bow at my neck—a combination that effortlessly captured the essence of a classic romantic setting. As I explored further, another uniform option emerged, a sportier ensemble featuring a black zip-up, sweatpants, and a white shirt. Volleyball? I hadn't delved into the game's plot, and a bemused expression crossed my virtual face. Was I unwittingly cast as a volleyball player?
I turned around to scrutinize the uniform and, with a nonchalant shrug, and moved on.
Transferring to Karasuno High School, Miyagi
The menu seamlessly dissolved, and there I stood, a digital representation at the front of the school. The imposing white structure loomed before me, a hub of activity with people traversing the grounds on bikes or on foot. As my virtual gaze swept across the scene, the delicate beauty of cherry blossoms outside the gate captured my attention, prompting a genuine smile. Slowly, I made my way into the building, savoring every picturesque detail that unfolded.
My fingers instinctively trailed along the lockers as I marveled at the immersive environment. Amidst the serene setting, a notification interrupted my exploration.
Head to class 1-4
Obligingly, I followed the command, my strides measured as I absorbed the numbers on each door, committing them to memory. The anticipation built as I identified the correct classroom, the virtual world mirroring the familiarity of a typical high school.
Entering the room, my eyes scanned the divided sections, students engaged in animated conversations, oblivious to my virtual presence. Seizing the opportunity, I chose a seat at the back row, closest to the window – a deliberate move that mirrored the classic positioning of a main protagonist.
Boredom gnawed at me, prompting a casual delve into my bag, which I hadn't realized I was carrying. Out came a notebook and pencil; I had never been one for pens—too permanent. My preference lay with the malleability of lead, a choice that allowed for fluid thoughts and easy alterations.
The classroom buzzed with activity as everyone settled into their seats upon the teacher's arrival. Routine courtesies echoed through the room as he spoke, eventually gesturing toward me in the midst of a typical introduction. The mention of a transfer student accompanied by the customary "good morning" wishes prompted me to rise. My chair squeaked back, and I clasped my hands together, offering a polite greeting in flawless Japanese.
