It had been a typical day at school—quiet and uneventful, just the way you preferred it. Sayori, your lifelong friend, had been her usual cheerful self, chattering about her Literature Club as she dashed out of the classroom after the final bell. Only after she left did you notice her jacket draped over her chair. Typical Sayori.

Sighing, you grabbed the jacket, intent on giving it to her before she forgot about it entirely. You wandered the halls, but Sayori was nowhere to be found. The last place to check was the Literature Club room. As you turned the corner leading to it, distracted and glancing down the hallway, you suddenly collided with someone.

"Oh!" a melodic voice exclaimed. You both stumbled back slightly from the unexpected collision. As you steadied yourself, your eyes met hers, and you noticed she was already watching you with a calm, almost curious expression.

"Hi there," she said softly, her voice smooth and welcoming, carrying a warmth that immediately put you at ease. Monika's gaze shifted down to the jacket in your hand, and her expression softened with recognition. "Oh, that's Sayori's jacket," she said, a gentle smile forming on her lips.