Damian woke up in class as himself (slow, gradual changes)

"Mmm..."

"Monika? Hey! Monika wake up!"

"Hm...?"

Damian groaned, lifting his head up. He scrunched his brows, the light assaulting his vision. He was in a classroom from the looks of it. He must've fallen asleep on the desk during a class. But he was homeschooled by Alfred? What was he doing there?

"Good, you're awake!"

A girl with coral pink hair in a messy bob cut with a red bow smiled at her. She wore a grey blazer, white under-shirt, brown vest, blue skirt, and stockings. Where had she seen that uniform before?

"Oh my god..."

Damian looked down, seeing he wore a matching outfit to the girl before him. Except his hair was in a long ponytail. He poked one of the bra cups resting under his shirt, giving the illusion of breasts. He felt his throat. His voice was off. He didn't sound exactly like a girl, but his tone raised in pitch.

He waved his hand, drawing a crescent shape in the air but the in-game menu didn't pop up that time.

He swallowed hard.

"What's wrong, Monika?"

She looked worried.

"Uh..."

Was she speaking to him? He went to correct her.

"I'm M̷̹̹̜̆̍̇͌̈́́̏̽͗̉̌̐ͅo̴̢̤̖̜̣͍͚̻͇̘̗̳̖̿͐͆͋͑͊n̸̺͎̝̟̦̒͜į̸̞͊̂͑̓ͅk̶͖̪̆̅̾́͐̃̃͗̈͝͝a̶̘̺͛̿̿̃́̆̾̿͊͋̐̕͝. I mean... what?"

Why couldn't he say his real name?

"Of course you are, silly! Come on, we're gonna be late to the literature club meeting."

"Hold on, I don't even know you."

"Huh? What do you mean? I'm Sayori. We're best friends. I'm your Vice President for the literature club."

"That's right. Sorry, Sayori. I don't know what came over me."

Damian's lips moved though he didn't will them too. He even smiled at her reassuringly.

That time he sounded exactly like... like Monika. The girl from before. His memory of encountering her was fuzzy but he recalled the gist of what happened. She inserted him into the game in her place.

"Heheh! It's alright, Monika. Well, we don't wanna be late! That would be a bad example for the other girls."

Sayori took Damian by his wrist and led him out of the classroom. She guided him through the halls and passed droves of other students wearing similar uniforms. Eventually the two approached a set of doors, Sayori propping one open for the Club President.

"Hey everyone! We're here!"

Sayori beamed.

Damian furrowed his brows. There were only two other girls present.

"Where is everyone?"

"What do you mean? This is everyone. Me, you, Yuri, and Natsuki."

She gestured to the short girl with the pink twin tails and the tall older looking girl with the long purple hair.

Natsuki.

Wasn't that the girl the real Monika mentioned?

"For the last time. MANGA IS NOT REAL LITERATURE!"

Natsuki raised her squeaky voice, only coming off as cute rather than intimidating.

"Books that are more pictures than words do not count."

Yuri calmly and succinctly replied.

"But they're still BOOKS aren't they?!"

"Girls, girls, please. This isn't the fight club. This is the literature club."

Sayori intervened.

Damian sighed. There were a billion things he'd rather be doing than babysit some bratty high school girls. He was raised by assassins. The heir to the Demon's Head was far too detached from his own generation to care about these girls' petty squabbles. Or their dumb club.

"Fine..."

Yuri huffed quietly, folding her arms.

Natsuki rolled her eyes.

"So Monika. Whatcha got planned for us today, anyway?"

"I'm so glad you asked!"

Damian spoke without willing it.

"It may seem kind of dumb, but how about we each write a poem and share it with the group tomorrow? Sound good?"

"I think that's a great idea!"

Sayori grinned.

Damian sighed. Not only was he dressed like a girl and they kept calling him Monika, but he was being **** by the game's programming to act the part too. To add insult to injury she was going to have him write some pointless poems.

"Sounds fun. In the mean time, I think I'll catch up on my reading."

Yuri tapped her novel.

"And I'll go read some of my MANGA."

Natsuki shot a look at the taller girl.

With that, Natsuki went to the back of the room by the closet and Yuri sat at a desk quietly reading. Sayori sat at the far desk away from everyone. Some club this was. Everyone broke off to do their own thing.