BP: I've made the decision to dig deeper into what Alex (also known as Yandere Dev) was really like because I suspected something when he kept promising Osana would come out soon but so far, no demo with Osana in it has come out.

I won't pretend everything is alright when I found out what he was like behind his image as a "stressed-out, trying my best, sole game developer". I can't say I support what he did or said to his own fans and volunteers or how he handles criticism. However, I started this fic, I will finish it, mainly because I want to do Yandere Simulator my way.

I will be using the real names of the students for this one.

Week 0, Sunday

As she expected, when she arrived at the house after her flight, everything has been arranged. Ayano went to her room, which was empty of things, and started to unpack, sorting clothes in the closets, and hummed a song as she organized the manga, novels, magazines and even games, making a note to buy a bigger bookshelf for her room if she wanted to buy more of them.

She even cut out pictures of the characters from the PAL Series and arranged them on her corkboard like a collage and put up posters of them on her wall.

She had to admit, they made good decorations for her room, and made a mental note to get another corkboard to act as her evidence board, if she needed to investigate something. She also hung a uniform which consisted of a high collared white blouse worn under a red-lined black blazer and bright red bow, accompanied with a dark grey skirt and brown shoes.

She frowned at the lack of pockets in the skirt and decided to do something about it tomorrow. She would also need to shop for materials that are knife-proof just in case.

As a force of habit, despite being Sunday and suffering from jet lag, Ayano woke up early the next morning, prepared breakfast and ate before grabbing her wallet. She decided to leave the house to town, intent to make full-use of her opportunity.

Ayano walked down the street, knowing that if she kept at her current pace, she will make it to Shisuta Town in a few minutes. She put her phone in her bag and turned the corner, only to crash into another person. They're both on the ground now, the other one rubbing his head and groaning in pain. It's a boy, and his bookmark fell to the ground. Ayano recognized the symbol of the bookmark, which belonged to Akademi High, the school she would go tomorrow.

The boy jumped up, apologizing. He held out his hand for her.

She took it, and stood up.

"Thank you," Ayano said, and the boy smiled, cheeks red from embarrassment.

"It's my fault. I ran into you," he replied

"I ran into you as well," Ayano pointed out. "We just ran into each other, that's all."

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Taro Yamada!" The boy introduced himself.

"Ayano Aishi. Do you go to Akademi?" She decided to ask.

"Yeah, I do." The boy smiled. "Do you?"

"I would be starting tomorrow. I'm just in town to buy some stuff before I prepare for school tomorrow." Ayano replied.

Taro looked interested. "Really? I'll be glad to help you around the school if you wish."

"That'll be nice, thank you." Ayano answered.

Taro nodded at that, and opened his mouth, but the voice that came next didn't belong to him.

"Taro! There's no time to dawdle around, you know!" The voice was angry, and the speaker looked just as mad. She glared as she shoved one of her of her orange-red pigtails out of her face. "There you are, baka! You literally just left me behind!"

"Right, sorry, Osana!" Taro looked back to Ayano. "Hey, Osana, this is Ayano Aishi. She'll be starting at Akademi tomorrow."

"Er…hi." Ayano waved shyly, as Osana turned to her.

"Well, then, since you met, I'm sure you know by now he's a baka." Osana jerked a thumb to Taro.

"Hey!" Taro protested, but he smiled.

"I see…" Ayano gave a pacified smile.

"So, what are you doing out here, Aya?" Osana asked, forgetting her anger with Taro. "Well, I'm going to call you Aya. It's cuter."

'Cuter?' Ayano thought, but quickly pointed to a random place…which was the maid café.

"Oh, you're applying for the part-time job." Osana saw the poster advertising the part-time job.

Ayano blinked, before nodding, and had no choice but to enter to keep up her front.

Later…

"Oh la la! You look like the epitome of a beautiful French maid!" Her new manager, a very stout woman with a shiny black bun and dark green eyes said.

Osana was giving her thumbs up at Ayano's new look.

Ayano was checking herself out in the mirror, where she donned a black dress that reached above her thighs and has black puffed sleeves and white trim, white half apron patterned with flowers tied back with a large white bow, and a black choker necklace. She had refused to remove Monita from her neck, as it was something personal and she did not trust anyone near it. On top of her head was a black white-laced headdress. She also wore knee-length black socks and black flat shoes.

Osana frowned, and went up to her, grasping the darts beneath Ayano's armpits. "Although, it needs to be taken in a little here."

"Yes, just a little." Her manager nodded.

Ayano looked down and realized that her manager and Osana talking about her boob area, where the dress was sagging a little.

"It's alright, I can adjust it in a jiffy." Ayano smiled, remembering how she as the Ultimate Cosplayer, she had tons of experience with sewing. "I can do it after my shift."

"Good to know you're eager for work, Ayano." The manager nodded approvingly. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

"Good luck, Aya!" Osana cheered. "Taro and I would come here to eat later."

Ayano nodded, inwardly wondering what she had gotten herself into, and took a breath. Time to fake a smile to the customers. With that, she left the changing room to the main part of the restaurant, and went over to take a customer's orders.

True to Osana's words, she came along with Taro during lunch, much to Ayano's jealousy, but she plastered a sunny smile to her face and took their orders.

"Oh, sure! I'd like the Omelette Rice." Osana ordered.

"I'd like the Sugoi Sandwiches." Taro added.

When Ayano nodded and went to tell the chef the orders, Osana said, "Aya, so what brings you here to Akademi?"

"Well, my parents thought I should try life among Japan, which was where I was actually born." Ayano explained.

"You weren't raised here?" Taro was puzzled.

"No, actually. I was raised in America." Ayano answered. "My parents died when I was young, so I got adopted by another family."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Osana replied worriedly. "It must have been hard for you."

"Nothing I can't handle, Najimi-san." Ayano gave a fake smile. "It was a bad time, yes, but a family still took me in. I am grateful for them"

"Call me Osana!" Osana corrected. "We're going to be classmates after all, right?"

"True." Ayano nodded. "Where did you guys go in the morning?"

"The library. Osana wanted to catch up to her Mathematics homework. I couldn't really help her." Taro shrugged.

"Why not?" Ayano was curious.

"Because this baka only gets average grades!" Osana crowed. "Hey, Aya, how smart are you?"

She wondered where the question came from, and replied, "I've gotten As in my subjects if that's what you mean. Why?"

"Great, can I come over to your house to study? I'm failing Mathematics." Osana said. "Wait, Aya! Can I have your number so we can text?" She smiled awkwardly as she held out her phone.

"You know, it's kind of dangerous to go to a stranger's house." Ayano joked.

"I know. That's why Taro is coming." Osana turned to him.

"I am?" Taro turned to Osana, surprised.

Ayano returned the kindest smile she could fake. She gave Osana her number and said, "I'll text you the address. Text me when you are coming over, since my room's a mess so I have to clean it up."

"You're the best." Osana nodded.

"Well then, can't slack on my first day." Ayano shrugged as another customer came in and left to take the customer's orders.

Ayano continued taking, and later, serving the orders, with no time to spare talking to Osana and Taro. She knew she'd be so busy that she would have no time to talk to them, as the lunch crowd would be coming in soon.

That suited her just fine. She needed time to think about things too as she worked.

"Every Aishi woman falls in love at first sight. Ryoba expects you'll be the exact same way." Her mother had told her as they did house chores together. "To most Aishis, it'll be a magical day, where their hearts would know he's the one."

Ayano knew what her mother meant then, and even now, as she served customers their orders, she still understands. As part of her bloodline, she was expected to do extremely dangerous things, and if not for how she was raised, she probably would meet those expectations. However, she didn't really like the concept of doing anything and everything to keep who she perceived as her love by her side. Even if it meant being at others' expense, just like Ryoba did.

'Yeah, and look where that got her.' She thought, remembering her mother killing Ryoba Aishi in self-defense. Ryoba simply thought she was able to take on any opponent, but underestimated Pakura's capabilities as one of the seconds-in-command for Quarantine. As they believed in inflicting the same, if not, higher, physical and mental damage as the perpetrators did to their victims before executing them, Ayano wondered what Ryoba went through before her death.

She thought Ryoba was probably too complacent of her own abilities, too used to getting her own way and underestimated how dangerous they really were, as they were likely able to see through her cheerful and friendly façade.

"Order for Beef Burger is ready!" The chef shouted, snapping Ayano out of her thoughts. She proceeded to run to the counter to get the order, before serving it to the customer who ordered it.

When her shift was over at closing time, the manager congratulated her on a job well done on her first day, as from observing her, she did not serve the wrong order and did it quickly and efficiently.

"I try." Ayano smiled to the manager.

"Keep it up, and you might have an increase of hourly wage." The manager waved at her, as she left for to buy groceries.

Osana an Taro came over just as she was stocking the groceries. She went, "Hi Aya…what are you doing?"

"Sorting my shopping." Ayano replied. "Sorry if it's a mess."

"No, it's fine." Osana saw loads of packages at the counter. "What's inside?"

"Materials for my book bag." Ayano replied. "I'm making it."

"Making it?" Taro was surprised.

"Ah yes. I couldn't find one that would prevent my things from being stolen." Ayano answered. "So I decided to make one where only I can open it."

"How are you supposed to make it by tomorrow?" Osana frowned.

"Secret." Ayano said, faking a mysterious smile. "Come on, let's get to my room."

"Your house is very nice." Taro complimented. "Where are your parents?"

"They stayed behind in America. They have a few…issues to take care of." Ayano replied, as Osana made her way towards her.

"How long would they be overseas?" Osana asked.

"Indefinitely." Ayano answered.

"Woo!" The UWU pet popped out of a bag.

"Oh, what's that? It's so cute!" Osana gushed.

"It's the User Wellness Upkeep bot. It's designed to monitor my well-being and transfer the information to my parents." Ayano explained, as Taro petted it.

"Are you going to join the Science Club?" Taro examined it curiously.

"No, it's not made by me. It's made by an uncle of mine." Ayano shook her head.

"Kaga is going to have a field day with this AI pet." Taro commented, as Ayano took out the books necessary to help Osana, gesturing for Osana to sit. The two looked around her room, appreciating the posters and collage of the characters from the PAL Series with the pet on Taro's hands.

As they studied, Ayano managed to help Osana understand a lot of things through simple analogy and in the process, helping Taro understand as well. They began to talk about other things as well, such as their favourite characters in the PAL Series, and started to get closer.

They also talked about Osana's best friend named Raibaru Fumetsu, the previous Martial Arts Club Leader, but had left the Club because her star pupil, Budo Masuta had beaten her in combat which was what she was waiting for as she had wanted to pursue other hobbies for a while now.

"You'll meet her tomorrow, Aya!" Osana promised. "You two would definitely like each other."

Ayano wondered if this was the normal life of a student, and asked the two if they wanted dinner, as it was close to dinnertime.

Both agreed, which led to Ayano cooking dinner in the kitchen with the help of a recipe from a magazine.

As Ayano cooked dinner in the kitchen, Osana questioned from the dining room, "Won't you get lonely?"

"I'll get used to it." Ayano mumbled. As she turned and served the food, Ayano said, "Here. It's a new recipe from Sweden. It's called Chicken Cordon Bleu." She then poured out Fanta drinks in a glass for both of them.

They both thanked her and took a bite, before brightening up.

"Aya, it's delicious! Where did you learn to cook like that?" Osana's eyes sparkled.

"I learnt to cook since I was a kid. I get recipes from magazines or cookbooks my mum leaves around." Ayano answered smoothly. "It's my first-time cooking this, so it may not be the best."

"Are you sure? It's great!" Taro munched happily.

Ayano smiled with very mild amusement. "I'm very sure. I'm glad you guys liked it."

After dinner, Osana helped Ayano wash the dishes, before going home.

"Thank you for studying and helping me with my homework, Aya. I understand more things now! I hope we can study again sometime." She bowed to Ayano, who gave her the kindest smile she could muster without making it obvious that it's fake.

"Thank you for the meal." Taro added.

"Of course, Osana, Taro. See you tomorrow." She replied and closed the door as Osana went home.

Ayano then decided to take a quick shower, before going to start on replicating her school uniforms and the book bag. She mused that if it wasn't for her being raised in America, she probably wouldn't even care for her appearance back then just to wait for someone who could save her from her 'emptiness'. That idea sounded boring to her, as she started making her uniform.

Her mother always told her that a good reputation goes a long way. But if Ayano really thought about it, she just wanted to be normal, to be just like the rest of them.

But the question was, was she too far into her lifestyle to be normal? After all, she was raised by what people would perceive as a blacklist organization, by people who were once former Ultimates. And now she found out she was a real princess!

A Princess. Her.

Yeah. Right.

Ayano noted no one looked less like a princess than her, since because she was adopted, she didn't biologically inherit any of her parents' facial features. Compared to someone like her mother, who practically could be the planet's most beautiful woman, she looked ordinary.

While it was true she had a good figure that any girl would be envious of, she was still on the short side and if she didn't exercise regularly, her behind kind of expands. Obviously she did what she could with what God gave herm but she wouldn't be landing on American's Next Top Model any time soon.

As a clothing designer, maybe, she inwardly joked to herself as she looked at the sketch she made, and started the sewing machine to work her magic. As the uniform formed from the cloth, Ayano inwardly reminded herself that it would be bad if her royal status is exposed. She wanted friends who liked her for her, and nothing else.

Good thing her parents were prepared, was all she could say.

After she was done with the uniforms, she went to sleep.

Week 1, Monday

"You've changed." Ryoba appeared, battered, bleeding, burnt, bruised. She was being tortured. Ayano tried to help her, but she found herself paralyzed.

"I loved you. Waited for you to come save me." Her mother tried reaching out to her, but Ayano found herself stepping back. "Why, Ayano? Why are you pretending you don't know me anymore?"

Ayano tried to open her mouth to say something, but found no sound coming out of her mouth. What was her mother on about?

"Why do you fight?" Her mother tried crawling to her, but to no avail, as a foot stomped on her head, causing her to bleed even more. "You're just going to end up like me."

Ayano shook her head frantically. Why has it come to this? No, wait, she knew why. It's because Ryoba finally met her match…

"Disgusting…" A voice said, taking out a katana, and slicing down.

Nothing happened…until the person sheathed their sword again, slicing her mother into pieces, and splattering Ayano with blood…and some flesh.

Ayano sat up in bed, and sighed silently after realizing it was just a dream. She looked at the clock, stating it was five in the morning. May as well do prepare her lunch for school to take her mind off things. It should be simple. After all, her mother advised her to make a box lunch that would have something from the ocean and something from the hills.

It didn't take long until she was the kitchen with all the necessary tools and ingredients, along with a cooking book to keep track on what to do. Ayano had decided to prepare her bento box with something from the ocean and something from the hills, along with her breakfast. She decided to try her hand at Western food and at the same time, make a batch of chocolate chip cookies for her energy jolt.

'I can work the calories off later.' Ayano shrugged. That was what she always did when she indulged in things like Krispy Kreme donuts back home.

Later, while frying a fish fillet, Ayano had the recipe book propped up against the wall, wondering what she should make for breakfast as she flipped the pages. She decided to settle on an omelette with cheese and ham in it. After all, she had the ingredients out already, so why not?

Ayano heard a ding, indicating that her cookies were ready. She then paused in her frying to pack the cookies in a box, before continuing with preparing her lunch.

'Well, you know what they say. Fake it till you make it.' Ayano thought, as she finished making her bento box, and ate her breakfast. She also made a cup of coffee to wake herself up.

She then dressed in the uniform she made, which consisted of a high collared white blouse worn under a red-lined black blazer and bright red bow, accompanied with a dark grey skirt and brown shoes. She also placed the pet bot into her pocket and wore her Monita on her neck.

After packing her lunch into her bag, she placed a pair of headphones on her head, playing music that she had found on the Internet. Royal Defense was one of the bands she didn't mind listening to, and she always marvelled at how it was only made up of two people. She then left the house, walking to the rhythm of the music that was currently playing.

Ayano didn't meet anyone, until Osana turned the corner, muttering something as she walked ahead of her, unaware of Ayano's presence only a few yards back. Ayano raised her brow as she watched the girl huff and puff over, who knows what. If yesterday was any indication, it could be Taro she was complaining about.

She wondered if she should call out to her, but then she stopped long enough to hear her quiet footsteps. Osana stopped and turned around to see Ayano.

"How long have you been there?" Osana pointed to her, face red from embarrassment.

"From when you stomped out of the corner," Ayano responded calmly, taking off her headphones.

"What!" She sputtered, and walked over to her. "Come on, let's go to school." She grabbed her by the wrist, not in the nice, friendly, Come on way, but in the You're busted and you're coming with me, young lady kind of way.

Ayano just trailed behind her, somewhat annoyed but willing to go along with this break in her routine.

"Where's Taro?" Ayano asked the orange-haired girl.

"Do not talk to me about that baka!" Osana huffed. "Taro keeps sleeping in. He always does this, and I wait for him, but I'm sick of being late because of him. I waited at least twenty minutes for him this morning! He apologizes for it but then he doesn't do anything to solve this. I'm sick of it."

'So that was what she was complaining to herself about.' Ayano thought. To Osana, she said, "Why not talk to him about this issue? I mean besides complaining when he's late. Maybe he had trouble sleeping or needs to sleep earlier. If you don't want to be late, don't wait for him. He likely would understand if he realizes you do this to keep out of detention."

Osana thought about what she said, then nodded. "You're right, Aya. I'll talk to him, but if he's going to continue to be late, I'm not going to wait for him." She then eyed Ayano thoughtfully. "Do you wake up early? You were already on your way to school before I left Taro, weren't you?"

Ayano nodded. "Of course. I always try to leave the house at six-thirty. I am a morning person."

Osana grinned, seemingly pleased. "Well then, at least I won't be walking to school alone. I'll be walking with you every day from now on, since Taro is never up early enough." Once again, his face darkened. "I swear, he must be sleeping through his alarm clock or something."

She then brightened up. "I'll walk you home tonight so I know where to meet you. I'm not going to wait by my house for you, lest I'll be late again."

"Do as you wish."

Osana looked at her strangely as they reached school grounds. "Aya, did you know you agree to everything?"

Ayano shrugged. "You haven't said anything worth objecting."

The moment they stepped into school, another girl with orange-amber eyes and bright orange hair worn in two slightly curled pigtails ran up to them. "Osana, good morning!"

"Morning, Raibaru." Osana smiled. "Raibaru, meet Ayano, but I call her Aya. Aya, Raibaru."

"Pleased to meet you, Raibaru-san." Ayano held out a hand to shake. Raibaru took it and at that moment, Ayano knew there was more to Raibaru than meets the eye. Something about her grip seemed strong.

"Raibaru would do. You're new, right?" Raibaru smiled sweetly.

Ayano nodded. "So, you're the Raibaru Osana talked about."

"All good things, I hope." Raibaru giggled girlishly.

"Yes." Ayano nodded to confirm.

"Spoiler alert: She's going to be in our class!" Osana squealed.

"I look forward to that." Raibaru grinned, as they reached their lockers.

"See you in class." Ayano waved to the two.

Both of them nodded and headed off for their lockers. "I'll find you after school. Don't keep me waiting." Osana said.

In the locker room, everyone was walking, chatting away about anything and everything as they headed to their lockers and straight into the din of spinning combination dials and slamming of locker doors, students gossiping about who knows-what, and even teachers walked past with steaming mugs of coffee and talked with other teachers.

Ayano reached her assigned locker and switched her shoes, ready to explore the school for a while before classes start. Although she noted that she hated the din, and put on her headphones to block the noise. Why do people always like to talk louder just to make themselves heard?

Five minutes before the bell rang, Ayano made her way to her classroom, Room 2-1. Ayano headed to the teacher, who was named Rino Fukahori.

"Oh, hello, Ayano Aishi." Rino Fukahori greeted her. "You must be the new student."

Ayano nodded. "Yes. It's a pleasure to be here, Fukahori-sensei."

The teacher smiled. "Well then, you can stand next to me until everyone comes in, so I can introduce you." One by one, the class trickled in, most giving Ayano curious looks.

"Thank you." Ayano gave a small smile. Right before the bell, Osana and Raibaru ran into the class. Rino Fukahori, took one look at them and sighed.

"Please, take a seat. I'd like to get started right away, thank you very much." She gestured to Osana's and Raibaru's seats, which were way at the back row. "Now that everyone has gathered, allow me to have the pleasure to introduce our new student from America- Ayano Aishi. Please give her a warm welcome."

Ayano was reminded of the people who came to see her perform in orphanages or charity balls, as they clapped.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Fukahori-sensei asked.

Ayano shrugged and said, "Well, since you already know my name and where I'm from-" at that banter, some chuckled since it was true. "I like to try new things and I don't particularly dislike anything. I hope I could get along with everyone."

Everyone nodded with interest, wondering what new things she liked to try, when on cue, the UWU pet popped out of her pocket.

"Woo?" The robotic pet peeked out curiously.

'Not now!' Ayano thought.

"Not now!" Monita spoke up.

"Oh? What is that?" A boy with short, slicked-back grey hair with neon green streaks in it and a metal visor exclaimed. The shining eyes on the visor indicated he was extremely interested in it.

"This is the User Wellness Upkeep bot, which monitors my physical and emotional well-being and transmits it back to my parents." Ayano explained, not wanting to alienate anyone on her first day. "And this is Monita, a personal portable computer of mine that sometimes blurts out my thoughts. It reads the wavelength of my brain to do so."

'Wait till I tell Kaga!' The metal visor-wearing guy thought, as the others admired the devices she had.

"Very nice, Ayano Aishi." Rino Fukahori nodded, having the feeling Ayano may change the social structure of the school soon enough. "Well then, you may sit next to Raibaru Fumetsu and Hana Daidaiyama. She gestured towards the desk in the middle of the back row. It's not hidden off, but she wouldn't have anyone's eyes on her as she worked.

Ayano gave a small smirk, as Rino Fukahori handed her the materials sent from her other school. 'Lucky me.'

"Alright, students, let's begin. Please, pull out your Geography books and go to the first page…"

As Ayano started working on new designs to send to her other school, she vaguely heard the teacher ask the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite, and called upon Osana to answer.

As Osana stuttered and Raibaru was flustered, indicating she didn't know the answer and could not help her best friend, Ayano watched. As much as she'd rather stay out of this, she couldn't risk the teacher going over her allocated lesson time because Osana couldn't answer the question. That would leave all of them less time for lunch.

With that thought, Ayano scribbled the answer down on a piece of paper, having read about them beforehand. She then tapped at Raibaru's shoulder, signalling her to pass it to Osana in secret.

Raibaru nodded and passed it to Osana's left hand, which made Osana unfold the paper and read out what was written. "Stalactites are mineral deposits that form on the ceilings of caves, while stalagmites are found on the ground."

"Correct." The teacher nodded, containing her Geography lesson on caves. Osana shot Ayano a grateful look, as did Raibaru, who gave Ayano a thumbs up. She rolled her eyes to and went back to work.

As she worked, she noted that the lesson systems were different from her school. This school scheduled one subject at certain times. For example, they only did Geography at a certain time where they only focus on Geography, and then do arithmetic the second period, when you just do arithmetic.

'Weird.' Ayano thought. After all, back in her school, the teacher simply made a list of all the problems and questions in the subjects to be studied that day. Then she would say, "Now, start with any of these you like."

So, whether you started on Geography or arithmetic or something else didn't matter at all. Someone who liked composition might be writing something, while behind you someone who liked chemistry might be boiling something in a flask over an alcohol burner, so that a small explosion was liable to occur in any of the classrooms.

'Or maybe my school is the weird one.' Ayano inwardly noted.

The only classes they took together were compulsory extracurricular ones, such as self-defense, drama or deportment or horseback riding classes.

She wondered what would the girls say if it was known she actually owned a pony.

She was so engrossed that the first half of the day went by pretty quickly. Before she knew it, it was time for lunch. As soon as the bell rang, all of her classmates rushed out of the door, ready to find their friends to eat together with. Ayano packed away her materials, thinking about where to go.

She had three options. The vending machines, the roof or even outside, where she had seen some tables earlier. She didn't get to decide, however, as Osana cleared her throat in front of her to get her attention as she got out of her seat. Raibaru was already next to Osana, ready to follow Osana with her bento box in hand.

"Come on." Osana started, as Ayano took out her box of cookies and bento box. "We're going to have lunch on the roof. I bet that baka is already there." She didn't wait for her to accept, instead tugging her to follow them out of the class.

Ayano swore she heard a snicker from their teacher, but dismissed it as she was dragged along by Osana. Raibaru had her hand over her mouth, like she was trying not to laugh.

Taro smiled when they arrived. "Hey, Ayano! Nice to see you again!"

"I'm so glad you aren't late." Ayano remarked dryly, earning a laugh from him. She sat on the ground in front of him, and Raibaru joined her. Osana on the other hand joined Tao on the bench, and started on him for this morning.

"She has a crush on him, or something?" Ayano leaned over to ask Raibaru so they wouldn't hear, as they opened their lunchboxes.

Raibaru nodded, as they ate. "Yep. She doesn't know how to express her love to her crush, so she keeps being mean."

"Aren't Tsunderes a bit cliché now?" Ayano remarked dryly, watching the two interact.

Raibaru whispered back, "Don't let her hear that. She's been dancing around this for years now."

"Years? Are they childhood friends?" Ayano turned to Raibaru and she nodded.

Ayano sighed silently, as she took out her box of cookies after eating them. "I got bored and made this myself. Want to try?"

"I could never turn down free food." Raibaru smiled, taking a cookie. Taro, noticing it, also took a cookie, as did Osana.

As they took a bite, their eyes shone. "This is practically perfect, like your last cooking." Osana nodded in agreement, quickly consuming the chocolate chip cookie.

"Oh, thank you." Ayano shrugged, as Osana took another cookie.

"You should join the Cooking Club." Osana said between munches. "I'm sure everyone would want to bask in the greatness of your cooking!"

Raibaru laughed, as Ayano shook her head.

Ayano felt content at the compliment as she ate. She noticed the puzzled look on Taro's face at her response, but didn't question it. For now, she just enjoyed the moment.

The rest of the day passed quickly, afternoon classes were a blur. Ayano didn't really notice for she was busy sketching cosplay outfits and deciding the materials needed to make certain accessories.

Soon enough, it's cleaning time.

"Cleaning time?" Ayano was puzzled, turning to Osana for an answer. She never heard of it before.

"Well, every day between 3:30pm and 4:00pm, all students clean around the school. It's kind of a tradition." Osana answered.

"You can start with something simple like cleaning the windows." Rino Fukahori suggested, as she packed up her teaching materials. "Whatever lets you contribute."

Ayano nodded, as she took a cloth to help clean the windows. She assisted with this single duty until everything was done, then went to the locker to switch her shoes.

Osana was waiting for her by a tree near the gate. Taro and Raibaru were standing beside her, too.

"Aya, come on! We're walking you home today." Osana waved her over.

The four of them made their way to her house, talking about Ayano's first day.

"How did you find our school?" Osana asked eagerly.

"It's different from my old school." Ayano admitted.

"Really? How so?" Raibaru questioned.

"Well for one, self-defense in my old school is necessary." Ayano explained.

"Really?" Raibaru was interested. "Why?"

"It's probably because in America, they are allowed to wield guns." Taro answered. "It results in a lot of school shootings, so it's likely they are learning to try and apprehend the shooter before it happens."

When he got stared, Taro said, "I read it from a book."

"No wonder you never talk to anyone! You're always reading." Osana pointed out. "We only became friends because we're neighbours!"

Taro rubbed the back of his neck, laughing. "I know, but I can't help that I like reading very much. Maybe I'll talk to some more people."

"You better. Maybe you'll get a girlfriend for once," Osana rolled her eyes. Raibaru and Ayano knew she was hoping it'd be her.

"Hey! You haven't dated anyone either!" Taro shot back.

Ayano watched them go back and forth, bantering playfully the whole way. She wondered if Yuki and her would have this kind of familiarity as well, had she been normal. After all, she knew she didn't have the emotions to build a friendship with such a strong foundation. She could only hope that she will make amazing friends once she found a way to unlock her emotions.

"Maybe Taro is too dense to see Osana's feelings, and his true love is a book." Raibaru joked, which made Ayano give a polite smile. She knew if she could feel amusement, she would be amused right now.

Soon, they reached her house. Ayano almost wished that she lived farther away, but she's content with the fact that she'll see them, or at least Osana, the next day. She wondered how this change of routine would affect her, and admitted she would like to see the results.

As she opened the door, saying her goodbyes, Raibaru cut her off.

"Wait, Ayano! Give me your number!" Raibaru smiled as she held out her phone. As she did, Raibaru whispered, "We can make plans on how to get Taro to realize Osana's feelings." and winked.

Ayano returned the kindest, sunniest smile she could fake, as she typed her number into Raibaru's phone, then stepped into her house. She waved goodbye once more and heard them step away.

Wordlessly, Ayano scanned her progress of her work to send to her other school. After that, she cooked dinner, and opened up Monita to make a transatlantic call to Yuki back home. Yuki answered on the very first ring. He seemed to be getting ready for school, as opposed to her being home.

"Hello, Aya-chan." Yuki waved happily. "How was your first day of school?"

"Yu-chan." Ayano greeted, and briefly talked about her first day of school.

"That different, huh?" Yuki smiled wryly. "Don't worry, it's only for a while. Once your parents deal with that issue, you can come back home and continue your studies, no problem."

"Knowing Queen Janice, it might take a long while." Ayano sighed.

"But I knew you'd make friends already!" Yuki grinned.

"I simply did a favour, and they latched on to me." Ayano shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't forget about you."

"So sweet of you." Yuki mock-clutched his heart, and mock-swooned.

"How's Uncle Shiki?" Ayano asked, eating her dinner.

"He's good." Yuki replied. "But lately, he's been saying how bad a decision his sister made to send you here alone."

Ayano rubbed her temples. "Can't say I didn't expect that. Should I be worried?" After all, Shiki was the more wary twin, preferring to use more measures to accomplish a task. It's likely he felt that her mother's plan to send her here without a guard and banking on the fact that no one knew who the actual adopted kid of hers was half-assed.

Knowing Shiki, he probably would take action with this in mind alone. But what he could actually do, Ayano did not know.

"He means well, Aya." Yuki shrugged nonchalantly. "This attitude of his was why he's popular with the ladies after all."

"His life was practically a Dating Simulator." Ayano rolled her eyes.

Ayano and Yuki chatted for a bit longer before Yuki had to leave for school.

Ayano then finished dinner, washed the dishes, and started on the progress of her latest project for her other school.

When she was done, she finished her homework sent to her via email and got ready for the next day, going to sleep with a dreamless sleep to come.

BP: Fair warning. The lengths of the chapters would depend on the ideas I have. I would do at least two or three school days for each chapter, so each heading would indicate what Week or day she was currently in.

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