Ayanokouji What If: Popularity Time

V5 Chapter 1: The New Semester: Hit The Field

                          Kiyotaka Pov

With summer vacation drawing to a close, most people reacted to it in the stages of grief.

Acceptance: The scholarly or rather more mature students knew this day would come, so when their alarm violated their ear drums, they were accepting of it.

Denial: The less intelligent students believed that Monday was so far away it couldn't possibly come. So when they woke up to an alarm clock, they wanted to slam their fists into a wall.

Anger: Some students resorted to fighting their walls, pillows, perhaps even themselves to find a reason not to go to class. When their alarms rang they punted the clock across the room. The clock business soon received an influx in sales to those customers.

Bargaining: 5 more minutes...

Depression: They felt hopeless when the alarm went off, and preceded to drag themselves slowly through their routines.

I had fallen into the bargaining category. The night before Monday, I had assumed myself to be an accepting student, not really caring either way if vacation ended.

However, assuming I had no attachments was incorrect. My anguish was instead caused by my warm bed, a cocoon of soft heat that enveloped my sleeping form.

"5 more minutes," I groaned gloomily, pulling the covers up to my chin.

This must be how the fetus feels when inside the mother's womb. A perfect blanket of warmth and comfort with free food and amenities in the form of your mother pulling out her old music albums.

If I were to be reincarnated, I would choose to be a fetus. Truck-Kun takes notes.

Nonetheless, I was forced to get up at some point. Listening to my phone ring for the 10th time after clicking snooze over and over was starting to disrupt my comfort.

Sighing, I sat up and faced my body to the left, letting my feet hit the floor. I rubbed my eyes as I walked to the bathroom and began my routine of showering, grooming myself, applying lotions, and practicing expressions in my mirror.

At times, smiling for too long would result in my facial expressions cramping up. It doesn't help that Kikyo and I have spent more time together, making me not have the need to flex my zygomaticus majors.

Practicing in the mirror is the most efficient way to build up strength in the muscles that had been rarely used until I had come to this school.

If everyone's facial muscles had an arm wrestle, I would likely be in the lower half of the school's facial wrestling tournament.

As I maneuvered the blue toothbrush through my mouth, I was already structuring the day that had been laid out ahead of me.

Today's homeroom was extended to a 2-hour long class period, no doubt because today was the official start of our second semester at this school.

I wonder what will require such a long homeroom period. Clearly, a special exam must be coming soon.

With no way of predicting the exam, I focused purely on getting prepared for the day. I have a feeling it will be a long one.

After an hour of getting ready, I walked to the elevator. It was getting closer to class time, so I suspected that there would be a rush of students, but to my surprise, only one student was in the elevator.

"Ah, hi Koenji! How was your break?" I asked, stepping into the elevator.

The golden-haired boy stared into his fancy mirror, "quite well Elevator-Boy. Now, first floor."