'Sigh'… A nice noon, and a peaceful class with a cool math teacher who does his job perfectly, teaching his students—what an ideal life. Yes, this is life—(*AAAAAH*, screaming in my mind). There is no way a world where such things happen exists, and even if it does, it's not this world.
Yeah, now I'm sitting in the classroom, and I have a very big problem. It's in front of me on the board. I must copy it before the teacher erases it, but between me and the board, there is an obstacle.
Let's see. Typically in anime and manga, the protagonist usually sits next to the window or with his love interest, or watches his love interest from afar in class. But reality is cruel. You don't have such privileges—like focusing on your girlfriend, soulmate, or whatever—in these schools where your parents enroll you just to score marks.
They won't let you have such thoughts. They dump so much work on you to make you meet your parents' expectations (society's expectations and their marketing standards). How can they allow you to have such leisure thoughts when you can only write the public board exams once? I don't want to discriminate against every parent—there are parents who want their children to have a bright future and don't want them to live a life like theirs.
So they do these things without the consent of their children, and their children suffer mentally. Not every student, but some who want freedom from such lives—but what can a child do in this situation?
This is going in a different direction. Let's return to the topic. In school, other than love, let's avoid the window seat. I can sit there if I want to; it's not a class where seating arrangements are fixed. In our class, we sit where we want—but not on the staff seat.
Det: "Oi, what do you do during breaks?"
Mr. N: "Yeah, we do many things behind the teachers' backs. But why go into detail? Let's complete the monologue simply. Later we can delve into the details, 'cause we need to pass time."
Liz: "You're wavering from the topic. We don't have time now."
Mr. N: "Yeah, yeah… the big problem, hmm…"
How do I say this? I want to copy the board too, but she's blocking the view.
Det: "Why don't you switch places?"
Mr. N: "Sigh… are you guys freaking blind?!" (Shouting with an angry face.) "No matter what you do, you're just the voices I create to speak with myself, so you know yourself that she's sitting on my lap."
(Apart from the original situation)
Liz: "Let me explain what's happening. For your clarification, I'm a male. Okay, let's continue. The thing here is this boy—he's your typical teenager, age 16, with average looks and wearing glasses. Sorry for not being your handsome MC. He watches many sci-fi movies, anime, and manga. He's taken a liking to stories where the MC has multiple personalities and talks to himself, and also likes manga and anime where there are imaginary girlfriends and romance."
(Changes costume to a doctor's coat and suit.)
"In a serious manner, then the subject started to talk to himself and started imagining things. Of course, in society, the subject is still a normal human being who does his work and studies normally and returns from school."
(Here joins Det, who smacks Liz on the head.)
Det: "Oi, you're veering off from the topic. To say it simply, this guy just decided to talk to himself and created three personas: a detective—in short, 'Det'; a listener—in short, 'Liz'; and the narrator—in short, 'Mr. N.'"
(Liz cries in a corner.)
Liz: "What the hell has happened to his naming sense?! Why… why… how the hell does he name me Liz? Shouldn't he have some conscience? Who names a guy Liz?"
Det: "Does he have some kind of fetish?"
Liz: (Weepingly) "You, of all people, should know about him. He's straight and doesn't have such fetishes. If he had, things wouldn't have come to this."
Det: "Yeah, you're right."
Now to the present. After shouting in his mind, he calmed himself.
"Let's assess the situation. The math demon has already started the fourth problem today, and now I haven't even written the second problem in my notes. Ah gods, he's gonna kill me if he starts checking the notes. What to do? Come on, think, think."
Det: "Whoa, you became a detective and started solving real-life problems, ha. Just copy it from your friend. Say you slept in class. Though you're not close to them, they already know you're a heavy sleeper and they'll believe you. In just a few minutes, the class is gonna be over, so think what to do with the demon that is sitting on your lap, Mr. Detective."
And just like that, my math class ended, and my very favorite chemistry sir made his entrance. Then, to our surprise, the great math demon didn't check the notes today. "Thank you, gods. I don't know how this luck is going to balance out today, but for now, I'm out of danger."
As the math teacher left and the chemistry staff entered the class, all students stood and said, "Gooood aaafffterrr noon, ssssiiirrr." Yeah, that's what happens in schools. It's become a tradition—we get up and greet the staff.
Just as I got up from my seat, my body phased through the figure that was sitting on my lap. "I'm definitely certain that I don't have such big imaginations, and this is not even a ghost or devil. Who is she? She's attached to me. Oh god, I pray that I won't even complain about my life anymore, so please save me from this demon."
Det: "Oi, if she was a demon, she couldn't have been able to come to the shrine. You even confirmed yourself yesterday."
Yeah. I've brought myself a great headache, just by reading one book.