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His Side, Her Side, Your Side
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
A tiny ray of light streams through my window. Just like yesterday, it gives birth to a new possibility.
Hajime always wakes up early. At first, it was a habit borne out of necessity, but after seeing the sun slowly raise every morning, illuminating the tranquil city, he came to like it. His mornings start with a light jog after which he takes a shower.
Aoi is a heavy sleeper. Ever since she was a baby, it was very hard for her to wake up in time. Even now, after starting her first year of high school, she needs no set no less than two alarm clocks every morning. It usually helps, and in those rare cases it doesn't, her father is there for her.
Seeing his mother sprawled on the couch on the first floor, muttering in her sleep, Hajime smiles. His mother's room is on the second floor, next to his own, but it's not used as often. Picking up a sloppily discarded jacket off the floor, he walks up the stairs and returns with a blanket.
Putting on her brand new uniform and looking at her reflection in the mirror, Aoi smiles. It makes her look older and more mature, or so the girl thinks. The pleats of her skirt were meticulously ironed yesterday, and the smell of freshness still clings to her black jacket. Hearing her father call her, she walks to the kitchen.
Breakfast are simple in this household: sunny-side up eggs and a pair of toasts. As the familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee permeates the kitchen, the boy sits down and starts eating. The peaceful silence remains undisturbed as he finishes. Before leaving, he diligently wraps the second portion he made.
Aoi stops her father before he leaves. Huffing and puffing, she adjusts his tie, making him chuckle. Despite all the things he is good at like cooking and cleaning, her dad will always be a bit of a scatterbrain, and she will always love him for that. Just before he leaves, the man tells her not to be late to school.
The ride to school takes half an hour. Holding on to the strap, bumping his shoulders against other passengers, Hajime closes his eyes and listens. The boastful talk between a pair of middle school students, the reserved chat between two white collar workers, the muted sound of music coming from some girl's headphones – these tiny fragments overlap and create a melody. Hajime finds it infinitely better than any silence.
The lock clicks, and Aoi leaves the bicycle stand. The school is one five minute ride away from her home, but even then, she often comes late. Even if she is older now, some parts of her always remain the same. She reaches the shoe locker and stops.
Choose the protagonist:
[] Hajime Midorima. A third-year student at Shinohara High. Good-hearted, but lacks any real desire to move in life. Doesn't talk much.
[] Aoi Shimaru. A first-year student at Shinohara High. Cheerful and energetic, she likes to help people. Once she starts talking, it's hard to make her stop.
The protagonist is not the main character of this quest. Instead, they are the protagonist of a non-existent game in which you will play as one of the potential love interests. That said, your main task isn't making the protagonist fall in love with you, but rather, deciding whether you want to be a love interest or not. From then, you can either decline or accept their advances.
Create the main character:
Name: [] Write-in.
Gender: [] Male / Female
The main character creation will be made by choosing three separate traits from which the character will be created. Here they are:
[] Childhood Friend. (The bonds between you and the protagonist go way back. Whether you are friends or simply acquaintances, there's no denying that you know each other.)
[] Ill. (Your health was always poor. That made you miss a lot of fun things growing up, and the looming threat never went away. Even now, you need to be careful about your body.)
[] Delinquent. (Everyone knows about you, and the things they say aren't nice. You get into a lot of fights and constantly skip school.)
[] Athlete. (You are a star of the track club. People often put you on pedestal, and this pressure can sometimes be too much.)
[] Bookish. (Books are easier to deal with than people. You spend your days hidden inside the library, in complete solitude.)
[] Prim. (You're an epitome of good manners and elegance. That makes other admire you, but in a way, that also places you on a pedestal.)
[] Shy. (It's hard to talk to people since you always lose your composure. You lack the bravery to face such challenges head-on, even if you want to.)
[] Rich. (Your family is well-off, and you make sure everyone knows this. No one knows whether there's something hidden behind this luster but you.)
[] Cute. (From your usual mannerisms to your voice, everything about you is simply adorable. Because of this, people often don't take you seriously.)
[] Mature. (There's something about you that makes you seem far more mature than other people your age. This enigmatic charm both attracts and drives people away.)
[] Write-in. (Describe your character trait here.)
Remember: no more than three character traits allowed.
Hajime always wakes up early. At first, it was a habit borne out of necessity, but after seeing the sun slowly raise every morning, illuminating the tranquil city, he came to like it. His mornings start with a light jog after which he takes a shower.
Aoi is a heavy sleeper. Ever since she was a baby, it was very hard for her to wake up in time. Even now, after starting her first year of high school, she needs no set no less than two alarm clocks every morning. It usually helps, and in those rare cases it doesn't, her father is there for her.
Seeing his mother sprawled on the couch on the first floor, muttering in her sleep, Hajime smiles. His mother's room is on the second floor, next to his own, but it's not used as often. Picking up a sloppily discarded jacket off the floor, he walks up the stairs and returns with a blanket.
Putting on her brand new uniform and looking at her reflection in the mirror, Aoi smiles. It makes her look older and more mature, or so the girl thinks. The pleats of her skirt were meticulously ironed yesterday, and the smell of freshness still clings to her black jacket. Hearing her father call her, she walks to the kitchen.
Breakfast are simple in this household: sunny-side up eggs and a pair of toasts. As the familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee permeates the kitchen, the boy sits down and starts eating. The peaceful silence remains undisturbed as he finishes. Before leaving, he diligently wraps the second portion he made.
Aoi stops her father before he leaves. Huffing and puffing, she adjusts his tie, making him chuckle. Despite all the things he is good at like cooking and cleaning, her dad will always be a bit of a scatterbrain, and she will always love him for that. Just before he leaves, the man tells her not to be late to school.
The ride to school takes half an hour. Holding on to the strap, bumping his shoulders against other passengers, Hajime closes his eyes and listens. The boastful talk between a pair of middle school students, the reserved chat between two white collar workers, the muted sound of music coming from some girl's headphones – these tiny fragments overlap and create a melody. Hajime finds it infinitely better than any silence.
The lock clicks, and Aoi leaves the bicycle stand. The school is one five minute ride away from her home, but even then, she often comes late. Even if she is older now, some parts of her always remain the same. She reaches the shoe locker and stops.
Choose the protagonist:
[] Hajime Midorima. A third-year student at Shinohara High. Good-hearted, but lacks any real desire to move in life. Doesn't talk much.
[] Aoi Shimaru. A first-year student at Shinohara High. Cheerful and energetic, she likes to help people. Once she starts talking, it's hard to make her stop.
The protagonist is not the main character of this quest. Instead, they are the protagonist of a non-existent game in which you will play as one of the potential love interests. That said, your main task isn't making the protagonist fall in love with you, but rather, deciding whether you want to be a love interest or not. From then, you can either decline or accept their advances.
Create the main character:
Name: [] Write-in.
Gender: [] Male / Female
The main character creation will be made by choosing three separate traits from which the character will be created. Here they are:
[] Childhood Friend. (The bonds between you and the protagonist go way back. Whether you are friends or simply acquaintances, there's no denying that you know each other.)
[] Ill. (Your health was always poor. That made you miss a lot of fun things growing up, and the looming threat never went away. Even now, you need to be careful about your body.)
[] Delinquent. (Everyone knows about you, and the things they say aren't nice. You get into a lot of fights and constantly skip school.)
[] Athlete. (You are a star of the track club. People often put you on pedestal, and this pressure can sometimes be too much.)
[] Bookish. (Books are easier to deal with than people. You spend your days hidden inside the library, in complete solitude.)
[] Prim. (You're an epitome of good manners and elegance. That makes other admire you, but in a way, that also places you on a pedestal.)
[] Shy. (It's hard to talk to people since you always lose your composure. You lack the bravery to face such challenges head-on, even if you want to.)
[] Rich. (Your family is well-off, and you make sure everyone knows this. No one knows whether there's something hidden behind this luster but you.)
[] Cute. (From your usual mannerisms to your voice, everything about you is simply adorable. Because of this, people often don't take you seriously.)
[] Mature. (There's something about you that makes you seem far more mature than other people your age. This enigmatic charm both attracts and drives people away.)
[] Write-in. (Describe your character trait here.)
Remember: no more than three character traits allowed.
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You
Me
First Event: Difference - Part 1
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
To me, he was a person that lived in a completely different world; such was the difference between us.
The usual hustle-and-bustle of the school stops as soon as you open the classroom door. The continuous chit-chat of students comes to a screeching halt, and everyone's eyes look at you. No one dares to speak, not a peep from them, but you can still feel their gazes.
This is your usual routine. When you sit down, everything goes to normal, and the chatter resumes, but you hear the hushed whispers and notice someone looking at you, only to pretend they are doing something else. This is normal, too.
You are used to this, to the things your classmates say behind your back. It doesn't matter: they can say whatever they want, but you know the truth. You're better than that.
The teacher, a balding man in a suit too big for him, opens the door, accompanied by the bell. Students stand up, bow and sit down; the lesson starts.
"… In his book, the author wanted to portray the loneliness he experienced during his youth, the same loneliness that many young people during his time – and even now – experienced at some point of their lives. This theme – the feeling that people are incapable of understand each other – is rather important. If you look at the page…"
Words escape the teacher's lips, and you listen. Whether it's because you find the topic interesting or simply because it is your duty as a student is of no importance. For a moment, the feeling that someone's looking at you appears again.
Following the source, you look at the window. There's a group of students wearing jerseys and shorts. Judging by the color of their clothes, they are first-year students. Finally, you notice the one staring at you. It's a girl, her black hair are kept in a ponytail, lost in thoughts.
As your eyes meet, she snaps out of her trance and waves at you, red-faced. Idly, you wonder what is she thinking about. You…
[] Wave back at her.
[] Pay her no attention.
The usual hustle-and-bustle of the school stops as soon as you open the classroom door. The continuous chit-chat of students comes to a screeching halt, and everyone's eyes look at you. No one dares to speak, not a peep from them, but you can still feel their gazes.
This is your usual routine. When you sit down, everything goes to normal, and the chatter resumes, but you hear the hushed whispers and notice someone looking at you, only to pretend they are doing something else. This is normal, too.
You are used to this, to the things your classmates say behind your back. It doesn't matter: they can say whatever they want, but you know the truth. You're better than that.
The teacher, a balding man in a suit too big for him, opens the door, accompanied by the bell. Students stand up, bow and sit down; the lesson starts.
"… In his book, the author wanted to portray the loneliness he experienced during his youth, the same loneliness that many young people during his time – and even now – experienced at some point of their lives. This theme – the feeling that people are incapable of understand each other – is rather important. If you look at the page…"
Words escape the teacher's lips, and you listen. Whether it's because you find the topic interesting or simply because it is your duty as a student is of no importance. For a moment, the feeling that someone's looking at you appears again.
Following the source, you look at the window. There's a group of students wearing jerseys and shorts. Judging by the color of their clothes, they are first-year students. Finally, you notice the one staring at you. It's a girl, her black hair are kept in a ponytail, lost in thoughts.
As your eyes meet, she snaps out of her trance and waves at you, red-faced. Idly, you wonder what is she thinking about. You…
[] Wave back at her.
[] Pay her no attention.
First Event: The Difference - Part 2
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You wave back at her. It's a tiny gesture on your part, just you following your whims, but for a moment, the girl's eyes lit up, and the moment you see the way she's looking at you, the moment your gazes meet, you feel something weird.
It's not like the others, you think. Not the same way people look at you. There was something different this time.
She looks into your eyes until her friend, an average-looking girl with brown hair, starts speaking to her. In that very moment, whatever thing you felt a few moments ago disappears. You lose your interest, but in the same time, you feel curious about her.
"Fujioka-kun," you hear someone call your name.
It's the teacher. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for something. The realization hits you: he ordered you to read a passage from the textbook. Just a regular occurrence, but since you didn't pay any attention this time, you have no idea where you should start.
For a moment, you say nothing. Soon, this moment becomes a few seconds of tense silence.
You feel the teacher's patience slowly grind away.
"Can you repeat the page?" you ask, masking the annoyance and embarrassment in your voice.
He tells you, and you start reading. You trace every letter with your eyes, pronounce every word correctly, pay your utmost attention in vain hope that this will serve as atonement for your sins. Finally, you stop.
"Good. But please," the teacher says. "Do pay more attention next time, Fujioka-kun."
His voice is colder than usual. It's not the same voice he normally talks to you. Even more, you feel your classmates look at you.
They all are looking at you, but this time, you don't feel the same amazement in their gazes. The darkness that was always there feels even stronger now since there's less light to balance it now. In their eyes, what they consider an ideal – a symbol of perfection – just committed a sin.
You're no different from them now.
Should you feel glad? Or, should you feel worse?
Of course, they can brush this event away as a fluke. But what if they won't?
It doesn't matter since you'll always be you.
The only one whose opinion you should care about is still you, right?
Finally, as the lessons end, and you're free.
The only person you consider your friend – your sole ally in this place – should be working in the library by now. Maybe, you should pay him a visit.
Or, you can go home early. It all depends on your mood.
[] Go to the library
[] Go home
It's not like the others, you think. Not the same way people look at you. There was something different this time.
She looks into your eyes until her friend, an average-looking girl with brown hair, starts speaking to her. In that very moment, whatever thing you felt a few moments ago disappears. You lose your interest, but in the same time, you feel curious about her.
"Fujioka-kun," you hear someone call your name.
It's the teacher. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for something. The realization hits you: he ordered you to read a passage from the textbook. Just a regular occurrence, but since you didn't pay any attention this time, you have no idea where you should start.
For a moment, you say nothing. Soon, this moment becomes a few seconds of tense silence.
You feel the teacher's patience slowly grind away.
"Can you repeat the page?" you ask, masking the annoyance and embarrassment in your voice.
He tells you, and you start reading. You trace every letter with your eyes, pronounce every word correctly, pay your utmost attention in vain hope that this will serve as atonement for your sins. Finally, you stop.
"Good. But please," the teacher says. "Do pay more attention next time, Fujioka-kun."
His voice is colder than usual. It's not the same voice he normally talks to you. Even more, you feel your classmates look at you.
They all are looking at you, but this time, you don't feel the same amazement in their gazes. The darkness that was always there feels even stronger now since there's less light to balance it now. In their eyes, what they consider an ideal – a symbol of perfection – just committed a sin.
You're no different from them now.
Should you feel glad? Or, should you feel worse?
Of course, they can brush this event away as a fluke. But what if they won't?
It doesn't matter since you'll always be you.
The only one whose opinion you should care about is still you, right?
Finally, as the lessons end, and you're free.
The only person you consider your friend – your sole ally in this place – should be working in the library by now. Maybe, you should pay him a visit.
Or, you can go home early. It all depends on your mood.
[] Go to the library
[] Go home
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