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You blink, nonplussed. But why are you nonplussed?
Looking around, you take in your surroundings. It's your room. But… it's unfamiliar. This doesn't look like your room even though it is? There's a theme here, one that seems to encompass your favourite colour.
You frown. Your favourite colour isn't that, though. Is it?
What's going on?
"___! Are you getting ready?" your mother calls from downstairs. But who the hell is your mother? Do you even have a mother? Do you have a father, too? Are you an orphan and this person has taken you hostage?
Also, what the hell was that bleeping sound? That wasn't your name, was it?
"___! Did you hear me?"
It was…?
"I heard you!" you yell back, practically falling out of your bed as your limbs seem to move on their own. It's actually kind of terrifying. Are you on autopilot? Is this usually how it works?
You get ready for school, your eyes wildly looking around as you do so. This is very unsettling.
What's a little more unsettling is the fact that you seem compelled to look in the mirror dramatically, as if to critically asses yourself despite seeing your face literally every day to the point that it shouldn't really register anymore.
You don't even wear makeup. Right? Or maybe you do.
You end up in front of the bathroom mirror with the thought of brushing your teeth. It's a lie. You stare dramatically into the mirror, just as your compulsion demands.
But… what are you looking at? Is that you?
The shape of your face, your eyes, your nose and your mouth… What are they? Do you know? You do, don't you? What about the colour? What about your hair? Is it long or short or medium?
You don't know. You can't tell. Looking in the mirror is like looking in the abyss and you're terrified.
You sigh, as if disappointed by your appearance. But what the hell is it? Then, you brush your teeth and finish getting ready. All you need to do now is go downstairs and get some breakfast from your mother. Whoever your mother is.
"___," she greets as you emerge, some random person already sitting at the table while she bustles about the kitchen. "How are you feeling? Excited?"
Excited? For what?
"Mm!" you reply with an earnest nod before internally questioning why you did it like that. Regardless, you sit at the table, making eye contact with the random person eating their respective breakfast.
They smile. You realise they're not random, they're your mother's partner. But you have no idea who they are. But you do.
This is confusing.
"We're so proud of you," they say. "Who would've expected you to get into UA of all places?"
You giggle bashfully. It's weird. And something about that phrasing is kind of iffy. Still, you respond with, "Thank you, Musakui-san! I'm just happy I get to be with my best friends!"
So that's their name. Wait, who are your best friends? And why do you keep talking like some kind of shoujo heroine?
"Speaking of which," your mother starts, looking over her shoulder, "are they coming to pick you up soon?"
"Yep!" you confirm with a mouth full of food. Your mother scolds you and Musakui-san laughs and it's all very domestic and peaceful.
Internally, you're screaming.